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Chapter 912

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He felt that he had kicked an unknown object, and it was sent flying away perfectly.

As this series of crisp and efficient movements ended, it only took a few seconds for the bystanders to recover from the dazzling process. They all fixed their eyes in the direction where the black shadow was kicked.

Although the third floor was where the wax figurines were made, everyone had their own duties, and there was a clear division of labor. Therefore, the corner where the unknown object had been kicked away and rolled to became more and more eye-catching.

Among the pile of discarded or broken wax parts, only one hand was exposed, trembling slightly. If one ignored the danger it posed, it could easily be mistaken as an advanced work of art. Its name was' Unyielding Struggle '.

However, Qin Guan and the others found the scene funny.

"Han Zhujiu, did you just kick a person?"

"I don't know."

"Well, I'm wearing shoes after all, so the feeling is not accurate. But then again, you've already kicked him out, and you've fully demonstrated your strength in front of everyone. You can put down your leg that you've kicked out. Aren't you tired of maintaining a high kicking posture? '

"Wang Liying, can you do me a favor?"

"Yes?"

"Give me a tissue."

"What does a tissue have to do with your posture?"

"That man's snot might have flowed out of his nose. It's hanging on the edge of my shoe. When I put my foot down, it dripped into my shoe."

"Uh, here you are. Please go to the side and clean it up. I'm … disgusted."

Han Zhujiu's show came to an end. The figure with the trembling little hand finally climbed out of the pile of wax figurines and attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh, my God! You made me feel pain with your God's Whip! That's right! It's Qin Guan!"

"I am your most devout subject. Thank you for listening to my prayer. Amen. "

The boy's face was swollen, but he didn't forget to cross himself and praise his God.

Qin Guan looked at his assistant. The girl was too embarrassed to explain herself. Suddenly, he felt a tight grip on his thigh and heard Wang Liying's cry in a low voice.

The man, who had been praying devoutly a second ago, was now hugging Qin Guan's thigh and rubbing the leg of his black Armani trousers with his unswollen face.

"It's a real person! This feeling, this strong leg, this leg shape... Ah, let me touch it..."

"Pervert! Let go of me! "

Wang Liying dropped her handbag, and the other face of the man was buried.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Han Zhujiu, who was on the side, had already dealt with the shoe problem. He walked over with his fists clenched, and his assistant hurried over to smooth things over.

"Calm down, everyone. Don't get me wrong. This is our data test. He is the chief moulder of our wax museum. He likes to use molds to restore the most authentic human data."

"He has admired Qin Guan for a long time, and he was lucky enough to see Qin Guan's show at the London Fashion Week. Ever since then, he has always wanted to put Qin Guan's wax figure in Madame Tussauds."

"Now that his wish has come true, Mr. Kerry is a little excited. Some people in Europe and America are born to be more enthusiastic than ordinary people."

Is this called being enthusiastic, girl?

In China, it's called being a pervert! "

Chris covered his cheeks as he obediently sat on his seat, indicating that he had learned his lesson.

He had to be obedient. Qin Guan was standing behind him, staring at him coldly like a ghost.

For the sake of his own life, he had to work obediently.

"Oh, my God! Your facial features are perfect."

"Although there is a difference between humans and humans, the application of mathematical data has always existed."

"The golden ratio is the most perfect. It's an animal instinct. No wonder I was deeply attracted to your face at first sight."

"Qin Guan, you must be the product of God, the most perfect angel."

His hands were quiet, but his mouth was still working.

"I've made up my mind! Let's use a picture of you in formal clothes for our full-body model. "

"The more gorgeous the model is, the more your soul will be reflected."

Kerry's hands didn't stop moving. Finally, he recorded the last data. His hand touched Qin Guan's forehead regretfully again.

"Believe it or not, I'll slap you!"

Han Zhujiu's American English was rough and simple, which made Kerry withdraw his hand instantly. His body trembled unconsciously. It seemed that the beating had left a shadow in his heart.

"Rude Americans, a breeding ground for criminals..." Kerry nodded reluctantly to Qin Guan. "Thank you for your cooperation. We'll inform you and your assistant when the wax figure is finished."

"Okay, thank you."

Even though he had been treated inhumanely, Qin Guan still maintained a friendly attitude. His faint smile and the handshake made Chris fall into a daze again.

"Are you dumbfounded? You're drooling! Can you wipe your mouth? We are very busy. "

Against such a person, Han Zhujiu's methods were the most useful.

Chris swallowed hard. He held Qin Guan's hand excitedly. Maybe it was because of the slap, or maybe because of the hunger.

It's okay. Your real body is leaving today, but your wax figure will always be with me.

This is God's instruction to me.

This was still within the range of a psychopath.

Qin Guan, who cared about the disabled, didn't show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he praised the professional and enthusiastic service of Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.

Even if he had wanted to complain, he wouldn't have chosen this moment. The curator had invited a reporter from the entertainment section of the "Daily Express" to interview Qin Guan.

Making a wax figure and adding it to the museum's collection was just a piece of news for any star, but Qin Guan didn't know that it was in line with the style of the "Daily Express".

This was one of the top sellers in the United Kingdom. The buyers were ordinary people, but because of the huge number of them, to understand the lives of ordinary people in the United Kingdom, one only needed to buy a copy.

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