As long as the J Clothing Group could rely on Qin Guan's influence in the industry, they wouldn't have to worry about the sales of their products. Their dream of competing for industry hegemony would come true in Chinese sooner or later.
Qin Guan couldn't sense Xue Yayan's ambition. Even if he could sense it, as long as it was good for his career, he would be happy to see her do something for him.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were packing for their trip to Dubai.
As a country with only summer and spring, the lowest temperature in Dubai was 7 degrees Celsius, even though winter was coming in December.
Outdoors, as long as he wore a long-sleeved shirt, it would be enough to withstand the coldest months in Dubai.
The first snow had fallen in the capital, but Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were still wrapped up tightly. When the plane landed, they felt like they were back in spring.
Dubai, a city in the Arabian Gulf, was the largest city in the United Arab Emirates and the wealthiest city in the Middle East.
This multi-ethnic country was not as conservative as people's impression of Arab countries. Instead, it had become the country that accommodated the most immigrants among the Middle Eastern countries.
The number of Chinese people in Dubai alone was as high as 200 thousand.
On the streets, where the most conservative indigenous girls only revealed their eyes and wore black silk gloves, the Chinese girls, who loved beauty the most, had already put on beautiful cheongsams, like peacocks, lingering in this fashionable and gorgeous country.
Oriental women had very few scruples. Who would have thought that European and American girls would be the worst in the city?
Wearing silk tassels, hot pants and slippers, they wandered along the beautiful beach among the locals in black robes. It was a bit chilly in the city, where Qin Guan was wearing only a shirt.
Before Qin Guan and the others could enjoy the beautiful scenery, the staff at the Dubai airport saw a man taking off his clothes.
After this tall Asian man walked out of the airport exit, he started to take off all his clothes at a fast speed.
The scarf, coat, sweater, and sunglasses were all taken off, and the delicate girl next to him had just taken off her hat.
On the other hand, the airport's cleaning staff who were not fluent in English only heard some words like 'long johns' and the appearance of a fierce and exasperated woman among them. After that, the handsome man stopped taking off his clothes.
He could only keep these small regrets in his heart. It was an indescribable pain.
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Since Qin Guan had been invited by a rich man, as a friend, he was treated differently than he had in the past.
As soon as he walked out of the airport, he was shocked by the Dubai International Film Festival's generosity.
The tall man from the Middle East spread out his robe and stretched his arm in the direction of the parking lot.
'Mr. Qin, according to the number of people accompanying you, I suggest you use the ordinary car transport method, let us send you safely to the hotel first.'
Okay, the question is, are there any unusual ways to pick them up?
Qin Guan looked at the lawn in the distance.
The staff on the other side seemed to have noticed something. He waved his hand generously. "It's a pity that your entourage is more than we thought. There is only one idle helicopter over there. It's not enough to transport all the members to the hotel."
Thank you. It would be nice to take a car. Actually, we wouldn't mind taking a taxi.
Sister Xue's face twitched, but when she saw the white Rolls-Royces stop in front of them one after another, she was completely convinced by the Dubai Organizing Committee.
This was what they called a taxi to the hotel.
All the drivers were wearing the same white uniform with yellow copper buttons and a British military officer's hat. If the driver was not an Indian, it would be even more perfect.
No matter which country they were in, they would always choose to be a taxi driver.
Han Zhujiu, who had been summoned back to China by Sister Xue, checked Qin Guan's car and nodded at him coldly, telling him that it was safe to take the car.
It was just a competition.
The Chinese's improvisation was no worse than anyone else's.
Thanks to Han Zhujiu's professionalism and their calmness, the Middle Eastern staff couldn't help but look at them in a new light.
It was because this group of Chinese people appeared to be too calm and indifferent. Their cold and aloof demeanor completely subdued the people of Dubai, who were full of nouveau riches.
Before this, he had heard the other staff members ridicule those exaggerated European and American judges. Just a luxurious pick-up and drop-off was enough to make them scream and jump in shock.
The Arab people expressed their disdain for this. This matter was not on them, and it was also because those people were riding in a helicopter.
Whether it was the helicopter or the white Rolls-Royce, their final destination was the same, which was the only 7-star hotel in the world, the Burj Al Arab Hotel, also known as the Sailing Hotel because of its shape.
It was a super luxurious hotel built on a man-made sea plain, like a giant sailboat sailing on the bay.
One could imagine how people would feel if they landed on the circular helipad that was more than 130 meters high in the sky by helicopter.
Screaming was still considered good. Patients with acrophobia were bound to experience cardiac arrest.
Therefore, the group of people who had decided on the itinerary did not hesitate. Under the driving of eight white carriages, they arrived at the final destination of their trip.
The shape of the hotel made Cong Nianwei, who had studied architecture, appreciate the beauty of a design that was not short of money.
The buildings here weren't low, but in such a huge hotel, there were only 202 suites open to the public.
This was because every room here had a double-storey structure. Even the smallest room among them could match the square meters of an ordinary five-star luxury suite.
PS: I recommend a book to my friend. It's called "The Physiognomist System" by Yan Xingyu. It's a little thin. If you like feng shui and systems, you can read it.
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