As long as the Hong Kong representative was not bald, it would be a great victory for them.
Actually, the 66 Chinese models who had been lucky enough to receive hellish training at the Paris Fashion Week had been squeezed by trainers from both sides.
Qin Guan had made use of his connections during the first American Top Model Competition to invite Alexander J, who was the best runway trainer in the United States.
In the fashion circle, it was taboo to be complacent. Good communication and cooperation between the two countries would begin in the new year.
Sweat and sweat would always be rewarded. The years of youth danced in the air.
Qin Guan had carefully selected several domestic designers. Apart from Yin Changtao, two of their styles had been accepted by the Paris Fashion Week.
A small fashion show would be the place where their dreams would rise.
In 2004, the French Fashion Week began.
Paris, the capital of France, the second largest city in Europe, the famous economic and cultural center, and so on. However, in the eyes of the people of the world, when France was mentioned, it was still the romantic capital, the dreamy city.
It had the most fashionable taste, the oldest buildings, the noisiest crowds, and the stupidest narcissism.
But all of this could not erase the beauty of this city. Just like a gorgeous and bashful noble girl, she was a proud peacock in the day, but at night, she was the most slutty beauty in a short skirt.
The special artists in this special city combined the art of the World Trade Center with the conservative culture, the welfare of the country with the extreme individualism, the bright realism with the vigorous romanticism.
Such a hodgepodge of people had passed the test of time and lived in this land where artistic miracles often appeared. It was indisputable, but it was also very subtle.
Only a city like France dared to use world-famous ancient buildings like the Louvre and the Tuileries as the venue for the fashion show.
Only the French had the guts to build a pontoon bridge on the north bank of the Seine, which was connected to the Louvre.
Night fell. As the cool days of autumn and winter were coming to an end, there was not much time left for the staff to prepare.
Thanks to Qin Guan, there were as many as eight domestic media companies attending the show. This was unimaginable, considering the international weekly magazines, such as ELLE, Beauty and VOGUE.
This was thanks to the unique way the Paris Fashion Week sent out the invitations.
Thirty percent of the invitations would be sent to fashion bigwigs, world-famous stars and actors, while the other thirty percent would be sent to influential media representatives.
The third 30% were buyers in the top circle, buyers, and tycoons who were interested in fashion.
The last 10 percent would be sent to random invitations, which were controlled by the organizers of the Paris Fashion Week.
Those that could be exchanged for favors or money, those that weren't qualified to appear at the Fashion Week, and those that were prepared for small stars from all over the world.
That was why the circle was strictly divided into three, six or nine levels. Once they sat down, they would be divided into three, six or nine levels.
For example, the arrangement of the seats in the first row, as well as the seats of the people sitting next to you, were very important for a live show with hundreds of people or even dozens of people.
In this world, the appearance of the word 'uninvited' naturally meant that such things had happened before or often.
Qin Guan had already arrived in Paris. He had turned off all his calls in order to avoid being accused of being a part of the show.
But he still could not avoid seeing Fan Pingping, whom he had not seen for many years, at the door of his hotel room.
Fan Pingping was no longer as immature as she had been when they had first met. Her eyes and brows had matured, and she was surrounded by a charming charm.
When she saw Qin Guan standing at the door in a daze, she stretched out her plump white hand like an old friend.
'Since we meet in Paris, is it not proper for a gentleman to kiss the hand? '
Qin Guan, who had already come back to his senses, took a step back and dialed a number on the small phone by the door.
"Sister Xue, tell Wang Liying to come here. I have a female guest. It's not convenient to be alone."
Sister Xue was on high alert. She immediately gave an order on the other end of the line.
"Wang Liying will be here in a moment. Open the door first and keep it open. Also, who's coming?
"Fan Pingping."
"...!"
"Wang Liying will be here soon."
After saying this, they hung up the phone. Fan Pingping, who had witnessed the whole process, had a look of disbelief on her face.
"No way, Qin Guan. How did you become like this? You're not a good friend!"
Qin Guan didn't feel ashamed at all. When he saw his assistant running to his room, he invited Fan Bingbing to join him.
"Come in. You must have brought your assistant or agent. If it's business, call him over and we'll talk it over. '
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Fan shrugged and walked into Qin Guan's luxurious hotel room unhappily.
"Wow, Qin Guan! It's only been a few years, but you've changed so much. This room is almost as expensive as a presidential suite. How much money did you make? "
Fan Pingping was sitting on the sofa when she saw the interior of the room. She was filled with envy and jealousy.
In just two years, Qin Guan, who had always played a supporting role, had risen to a level that she had to look up to.
Fan Pingping made up her mind. She clenched her fists and told her old classmate why she had come. Qin Guan, who she had regarded as one of her own, was the one who had called her friend.
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