Chapter 947
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Wasn't that right? That flowery man with waist-length hair came over and stood with him, forming an alliance of losers?
That's right, the winner of this competition was none other than the most masculine baldy, Gin. He had defeated the other two contestants by a small margin and was crowned the champion of this year's Project Runway Pride.
A sports car had been provided by a new sponsor, as well as the original prize money and publicity resources.
No wonder Gin was smiling like he had gained a big advantage.
Thanks to Qin Guan and Tim, the Ford Motor Company, which trusted the two fashion darlings, had become the sponsor of "Project Runway".
For a large company like Ford, providing one sedan a year as a prize for sponsoring this column was like a drop in the bucket.
But for the promotion of their fashionable cars, it was a great benefit.
The sales of the lightweight and cheap Ford Mini, which was suitable for young people, depended on the feedback after the season of "Project Runway" was aired.
As the celebration continued, Qin Guan and Wang Liying received the check from the program team in a corner of the workshop.
Even though Qin Guan had a net worth of more than 100 million, he was still a money-grubber.
He shook the check in front of Fu Sheng, not forgetting to count the zeros on it.
"Qin Guan, we're old classmates, and I'm your senior. Do you think I'll cheat you of your money?"
"What do you think of my proposal?"
Qin Guan handed the check to Wang without looking up. He watched as she put the money into a folder with the word "QC" printed on it. Then he grinned at Fu Sheng. "That's impossible. I'm so busy back home. How could I be a regular guest on" Project Runway "?"
'Besides, it's enough that there's a beautiful supermodel on the show. I have a lot of work to do. This kind of recording will last for an entire season. I don't have the time to follow and film.'
"Are you going back to China?"
"Yes, I have no intention of staying in the US for long. I will go to the Venice Film Festival. We still have work to do back home."
"Looks like you're really the kind of person who is satisfied with a wife and children."
Qin Guan disagreed with her. "I have a wife now. As for children, I want them, but I don't have the ability to give birth to them."
Looking at this bitter and vengeful look, it seemed that someone was too impatient.
That's right. After all, the two of them had already passed away. After the two of them became formal workers, their expectations for the next generation became even stronger.
The elders in the family were all like this. The inheritance of the bloodline seemed to be able to obtain a kind of sustenance from the youngest son.
Even though he was old and weak, he was still hale and hearty when he took care of his third generation grandson.
It was as if they had entered their old age and seen their children grow up to be adults. It was like drawing a full stop to their lives.
She hadn't expected her father to be so concerned about this matter.
The main reason he had allowed them to get married was because of what Qin Guan had said. "Women should have children while they were young."
Cong Nianwei's father had forgotten about what Qin Guan had said after that. He only remembered his little grandson.
Even though he knew that the couple wouldn't have a baby as soon as they got married, Cong Nianwei's current job wouldn't allow her to get pregnant.
However, the parents of the two families were still looking forward to the arrival of the crystallization of love between the two of them.
What would he look like? Would he look more like his mother or his father?
Would he be a boy or a girl?
What would his personality be like? For a child, it was full of endless possibilities.
Therefore, the parents of the two families thought that they had hidden their thoughts well. During their daily calls with Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, they kept beating around the bush.
Qin Guan, who was easily influenced by his parents, had been subtly brainwashed by them.
Cong Nianwei was his home.
He would wait until the Olympics and the completion of the project.
He didn't go anywhere. He just followed Cong Nianwei every day, looking for opportunities to be intimate with his wife.
As for the job abroad? I'm sorry. My dearest employees, you have worked hard for the birth of Qin Guan.
Fu Sheng was a workaholic, so he didn't understand his junior brother's thoughts.
Qin Guan packed up his luggage and prepared to leave for Venice with the rest of the elites.
Things were going smoothly on his side. The staff of an accounting firm on Wall Street were about to hold a farewell party for their boss, when Qin Guan's private phone rang.
Puzzled, Qin Guan took the phone from Wang and found a quiet corner in the reception hall, which had been transformed into a party venue.
"Hello?"
"Qin Guan, it's me, Jay Chou."
'Hey, why did you call me? Why is it that the earth-shattering thing you did last time had a good ending? So you're here to show off your work to me? '
"No, I didn't. Now, not to mention the feedback I wanted, the direction of the entire entertainment industry is no longer on me. "
"You're wrong, Jay Chou. The entertainment circle doesn't belong to your family. It can't revolve around you, a star."
"No!" Blue veins popped out on Jay Chou's forehead. "Let me finish. My feedback to the cultural industry's regulatory department received a lot of attention. Many people in the circle started to agree with me. "
"My news had already quieted down. It was no longer a hype, but a down-to-earth project."
"Who would have thought that in less than two days, a big event would happen in the Chinese music circle. It would attract everyone's attention. In the face of that matter, this little wave of buying the list is nothing at all. "
"What happened?"
"It seems like you've been in America for a long time. Sun Yanzi was kidnapped in Egypt. "
What? Don't joke around. Weren't you in the entertainment news a while ago? Weren't you preparing for a new album and shooting a photo album? Now you're saying she was kidnapped?
PS: My friend Chen Chen's historical novel, "An Idler from South Jin"
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