But in 2007, China's security forces were still wearing gray, old-fashioned uniforms. It was so ugly that it made people speechless.
However, the uniforms of the security personnel in the United States were different. The uniforms of the security personnel in every industry and even in every shop were different.
This was because in the United States, which was dominated by free thinking, there were bosses everywhere who displayed their individuality. Naturally, they were more attentive to the clothing of their employees.
Qin Guan was wearing a beautiful security guard uniform.
The fitting black and gray tailoring, the armbands on his shoulders and arms, the wide belt, the walkie-talkie, and the siren all added to the man's charm.
In the eyes of others, the uniform gave him a sense of security.
"Good! Are you ready, Qin Guan? "
Qin Guan made an "OK" gesture at the director as he walked to the central management area of the museum.
This was his one-man show. As a monotonous set with a single actor, the requirement for the actor's acting skills was particularly high.
Besides, there were no lines. Qin Guan had to act at random.
It was clearly written on the script: (Boring Singing)
As for what song to sing, it was up to you.
It was really good and powerful to rely on one's own ability to fill in this part of the plot.
What could he do alone in the control center?
The only thing that could be used to play in the museum was the loudspeaker that was connected to the entire venue.
Qin Guan picked up the microphone and sang the China version of hip-hop to all the staff.
Due to the special nature of black music, only black singers in Europe and America, who had grown up in such a musical environment, could sing like this.
It was like a beautiful English song that was translated into Chinese. You would always feel that it was a little awkward when you were pronouncing it.
Similarly, when an Asian sings an English rap song, it always feels a little less flavorful.
This was not Qin Guan's concert though, but the set of a comedy film.
Qin Guan's nondescript ballad and incomplete lyrics were exactly what they needed.
It would be an exaggeration to say that Qin Guan was tone-deaf. At least he was still in tune. Qin Guan was like Fu Sheng. He had composed a new song for the classic black song.
Speaking of Fu Sheng, no one had any impression of him.
He was the former president of the China Student Union at Columbia University. Thanks to Qin Guan, he had successfully become a journalist and worked hard for his career. Now, he was standing silently behind Wang, watching Qin Guan, the pride of Chinese students.
"It's been a few years. Qin Guan looks the same as when he was in school. He's still as handsome as ever. "
"On this point, we have to admit that Qin Guan has a unique advantage."
Wang Liying had been working for Qin Guan for a long time. Time seemed to be on her side.
Fu Sheng, who was beside him, already had the demeanor of an elite in the workplace. His every movement no longer had the vigor of a young man.
Qin Guan, who was only two years younger than him, would be able to act in a school drama.
"Yes, Qin Guan was the most popular boy in our school. I didn't expect that he would become even more charming after graduation."
"Considering that I'm Qin Guan's senior, I hope you can put in a good word for me after the ceremony."
"No problem."
It was not a big deal. Anyway, Qin Guan was a man of his word. The decision was made according to his personal preference.
By then, Qin Guan had fallen asleep in his chair. He was so tired that he was leaning against it.
Of course, a chair couldn't bear the weight of a 1.8-meter-tall man.
Naturally, the most handsome security guard in history rolled down from the chair.
It was a real fall with a real knife and a real gun.
The frog kicked its legs and its belly turned white.
Pa Ji, he came into the most intimate contact with the earth.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Heartfelt laughter could be heard from the sidelines.
When the director signaled the end of the scene, Fu Sheng, who was standing by the side of the set, clapped his hands in a flattering manner.
"Wonderful!"
"I've never seen Qin Guan act before. I didn't expect to see him on the set. It's even more shocking than on the big screen."
"I thought I was experienced and knowledgeable at the TV station. It turns out that an excellent actor can bring a different sense of impact and shock to the audience."
"Come on, Fu Sheng, stop praising me. We know each other, but those who don't know would think that you are a professional actor."
Qin Guan was walking towards them, rolling up his sleeves as he listened to Fu Sheng's compliments.
Perhaps it was because the former president, who used to have a strong presence in school, had become more open-minded after working in a TV program.
He was no longer as arrogant as he had been in college.
To me, you are really a rare guest. You came all the way from the United States and didn't ask me out. Why did you come all the way to Canada to find me?
When he had been in New York, he had been surrounded by a lot of people. Plus, the program he was in charge of was in a turbulent period. The timing had been too coincidental.
Thinking of this, the courage that Fu Sheng had mustered for himself dissipated for no reason.
Qin Guan was a considerate man. Seeing his friend in such a state, he asked straightforwardly.
"What's the matter? What's the matter? If I can help, just tell me. You know, I just got a star on the Walk of Fame as a philanthropist. '
Fu Sheng's smile became more sincere when he saw that Qin Guan was as easygoing as he had been many years ago.
"The Journalism Department at Columbia University is one of the best in the United States. With my resume as the president of the Student Union, I got a job with NBC after graduating from the Journalism Department."
"Isn't that good?"
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