Chapter 835
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Several magazines fell to the ground. The magazines, which Qin Guan had wanted to buy, landed on the table.
He flipped to the American edition of "Time Magazine" and saw his ranking among the top 50 most handsome men in the world. His lips curled into a smile.
That's right, the news from the American internet and the fact that he personally bought the magazine were the same thing, but the feeling was completely different.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Some American fans scanned Qin Guan's ranking on his official website and uploaded it to the forum.
How could photos that had been processed by the technical department compare to the visual impact of paper, ink, and exquisite printing?
This was the first time Qin Guan had been selected among the top 50 most handsome men in the world, but his ranking was not low. He was the most handsome man in Asia, so he didn't want his ranking to be too low.
He perfectly occupied a spot in the top ten, and was smiling lightly in the ninth place.
Under Malan Brandu, he had beaten Brad Pitt, Gino Reeves, and other handsome Hollywood movie stars of the same era.
The editors of "Time Magazine" favored Qin Guan. Compared to the black-and-white photo, his half-length photo on the red carpet looked splendid against the blue wallboard.
Among all the famous male actors in the eyes of the world, Qin Guan had been replaced by a little fresh meat. The "Time Magazine"'s idea of racial balance was a great success.
In this way, the resentment of the Asians was not as deep. Only three Asian stars had been selected, including Qin Guan.
No one knew what the judges were thinking, but all the Korean Wave celebrities who had rushed to submit their name lists returned in disappointment.
A Bollywood actor from India and a Canadian Chinese model had successfully made it into the world's top 50.
Thanks to Qin Guan's appearance in 2006, the unbridled Han Entertainment had been unable to produce any handsome faces to compete with the public.
Only actors like Zhang Dongjian, who relied on their real looks, acting skills and popularity to compete with Qin Guan in Southeast Asia, could compete with Qin Guan for a small number of fans.
Qin Guan had nothing to say about his ranking.
When it came to his looks, even the dead male actors at their peak couldn't compete with him.
Classics were called classics though, because they were always accompanied by regrets.
It was as if nostalgia would always be bound by many emotions in one's heart and become much more complicated.
The ranking, which was a great honor for other actors, was just a piece of entertainment for Qin Guan.
While he was chewing on the greasy bacon sandwich and drinking the thick milky milk, he was shocked by the title of a newspaper behind him.
"Pfft!"
The milk and food splashed on the newspaper. The lady, who was eating cream cake with a silver fork, raised her eyebrows at Qin Guan in disdain. She turned her body slightly away from Qin Guan.
Qin Guan picked up a piece of paper from the table and wiped his mouth. Then he went back to reading the news that had made him lose his composure.
Originally, he thought that since the paparazzi took pictures of him and Xie Xinfeng yesterday, he would be exposed in front of the Hong Kong media today. He didn't expect that his news would be exposed in this way.
"Xie is an energetic man. He picks up a friend at the airport and meets his mysterious girlfriend late at night."
Two photos, one clear and one blurry, lined up neatly behind this strange title.
The first clear photo was of Qin Guan and Xie walking out of the airport with their arms around each other's shoulders. Although there was a big difference in their height, it was obvious that they were having a good time.
As for the second photo, it was obvious that it was taken secretly. Perhaps the paparazzi who took the photo was not prepared at all.
It was a photo of Xie holding a woman in his arms. Qin Guan, who had a photographic memory, had a vague guess in his mind when he saw the woman's back and her chin.
He took out the temporary mobile phone that Wang Liying had registered for him after he arrived in Hong Kong and dialed a familiar number.
The other end of the phone rang for a long time before the voice of a man who had overindulged in debauchery answered the phone in a daze.
"Hello? Qin Guan? What's up? "
"What's up? Didn't you read today's newspaper? You're going to be skinned alive! Tell me, after we ate supper yesterday, did you meet with Cecilia Cheung?! "
Hearing Qin Guan's affirmative voice, Xie woke up in a flash.
"Qin Guan, Brother Qin, Uncle Qin! How did you know it was Cecilia Cheung? I remember we were in a secret relationship! "
"Yes!" Qin Guan stuffed the last sausage into his mouth. Wang Liying, who had just returned from the buffet, sighed and put a slice of ham on his plate. Then she got up to get more food.
Qin Guan stuffed another slice of ham into his mouth and continued explaining to the man on the other end of the line.
'Because the photos of you and Cecilia Cheung's late-night tryst yesterday have already been published in The Sun, Oriental Daily, these good-selling gossip newspapers.'
"I guess all the Hong Kong people who went to work or had morning tea today should have heard about it by now."
Before Qin Guan could finish his words, he was greeted by a commotion.
He had achieved his goal of making her feel uncomfortable. Indifferently, he read the other gossip in the tabloids.
Ten minutes later, as Qin Guan was calmly eating his last fried egg, Xie called him back.
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