Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The cool autumn breeze brought a different kind of wind called China. With Qin Guan's help, he finally gained a foothold in the Fashion Week, where many countries competed for beauty.
The Paris fashion circle, which was more accepting of foreigners, showed great interest in the Asian models.
They didn't care much about Xiong Dailin and Zhang Zilin, who were more business-looking.
Liu Wen, on the other hand, was a cold model with thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, which touched the French people's nerves.
Another strange phenomenon was that the few male models among Qin Guan's group had attracted the attention of the fashion circle.
In the male model circle, which was also lacking in good looks, these male models with good bodies and high standards no longer had to endure the torment of the past decade. Instead, they were able to blossom with their own talents in their best years.
Therefore, all kinds of job invitations from designers and brands fell in front of Xue Wanyi, who was smiling so happily that her eyebrows couldn't be seen.
Qin Guan, who had received the most job offers, was the most capricious person at the French Fashion Week.
He had only done two shows in the fashion week. One was for Giorgio Armani, and the other was for Hermes bags, which he had paid to do.
This time, he was the first model in the entire modeling industry. He was the first model to walk according to the number of steps he took.
The length of a show varied, but the length of the T stage, which would determine Qin Guan's income, was no longer important.
Because the price of each step he took had already been quoted by Hermes as high as $10,000.
The CEO of Hermès had chosen to build his runway next to the pond in the Tuileries Garden instead of the 100-meter-long pontoon in the Louvre.
The U-shaped platform on the other side was perfectly controlled within a distance of a dozen meters.
Qin Guan stepped on the stage and started counting. With his long legs and rhythm, it only took him 40 to 50 steps to make a round trip.
She was the only Asian supermodel that could be hired at this price, so it was definitely worth it.
The fact that this model, who was loved by top luxury brands, was able to walk the runway for a new Hermes men's bag was enough for the brand to flaunt in front of Gucci, LV and Chanel for a long time.
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Night came quickly in Paris, and the garden of the palace of the most magnificent queen in ancient Europe was revealed under the illumination of the lights.
All the invited guests were required to dress in an ancient European style, which was clearly marked on the top of everyone's invitation card.
The old gentlemen in white gloves and long skirts handed out the mysterious invitation cards in their hands one after another.
The tent with a small white dome looked like the aristocrats in the early 1900s, watching a small-scale opera in the open air.
The black and red velvet of the black and red velvet contrasted the U-shaped stage beside the large pond in the garden, making it look as mysterious as the phantom of an opera.
The long curtain tassels, made of thin fabric, hung from the European carving rack, swayed with the breeze of the night in Paris.
The first row of seats with their names on them were all filled with people, while the people who had used their connections to sneak in were standing behind the chairs with their cameras, watching the T stage that was slowly opening.
Pa Pa Pa
The large searchlights around the stage were all lowered in an instant, and kerosene lamps were lit up on the stage one after another.
It was so vague that it made people think that they had returned to the courtyard of the extravagant nobles during the Great Revolution.
With the background music of the opera, the exhibition of Hermes luggage series appeared in front of everyone.
He was wearing a pair of glasses with a silver chain dangling from his earlobes. He stepped onto the stage as the first host of the show.
He was wearing a white shirt, a black and grey waistcoat, trousers and leather shoes. He looked exquisite and luxurious.
The jewel buckles and the dazzling golden watch chain on his chest showed the competitive spirit of the rich aristocrats.
That era, when people wanted to bathe in jewels, when inheritance was calculated by boxes of gold coins, was perfectly restored on the stage.
He was holding a black soft-leather bag in his hand. It looked like an enlarged briefcase. It was a practical design for a business trip.
The four button-shaped brackets under it also allowed it to maintain balance on the ground when it was lifted and put down.
As a responsible assistant, although Qin Guan had tried the route during the rehearsal, Wang still counted her model's steps stubbornly.
‘44，45，46！’
"Yes! 46 steps! Not a single step short! It was so easy to die! "
If Qin Guan had been one and a half meters taller, he would have taken 48 steps.
Anyway, the little assistant, who had completed the task, obediently mingled with the small stars from all over the world who were ready to get some screen time after they exited the stage, happily thinking about the celebration party after work.
Qin Guan, Zhang Liang and Nan Fulong, stepped into the backstage area. He put down his arrogant and reserved expression and turned around with a smile. It was his first time working with two male models of his studio.
"What do you think? Do you feel that the best fashion week in the world is no different from Professor Li's catwalk if you let go of your burden? "
The two young models behind him relaxed their shoulders after hearing the senior's question.
"Oh my god, I'm so nervous. Fortunately, Brother Qin is leading us. Otherwise, we would have to walk with our hands and feet."
Nan Fulong's words, which had a Tianjin accent, came out of his mouth as if he was performing a crosstalk comedy.
Before Qin Guan and Zhang could laugh, the Asian male models behind them entered the backstage area.
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