Staring at the untouched dishes on the table, Qin Guan asked, "Do you want to continue?" After he said that, he subconsciously looked at the lobby behind him. A few attendants were cleaning up the mess and the blood stains of the wounded.
They looked at each other and then at the meat, shrimps and eggs on the table. Anyway, our table is some distance away from the crime scene.
Under the admiring gaze of the cafeteria staff, they calmly finished their meal, paid the bill, and returned to school.
Wang Hailiang and Bu Qinglu, who had been taking care of him in the ambulance, started to face their future for the first time.
A warrior could not be a warrior forever. Heroes were past their prime. Moreover, they were not heroes. They were just one of the many veterans in Sijiu City.
He had people, connections, and resources. Perhaps it was time to find a path, not for his big brother, not for his brothers, but for his own future.
In the car, Wang Hailiang suddenly asked Bu Qinglu, "You're the smartest person we know. Help me think about it. Why do I feel like I'm floating for the first time today? Is there any way for us to do our own business? "
Bu Qinglu looked at Wang calmly. "I've been wanting to do my own business for a long time. After all, we only got the dividends from other people's businesses. We don't have our own business. If you're interested, you can join us."
Wang nodded. The pain in his waist prevented him from thinking about anything else. "Let's talk about it when I'm better. Ouch, my old waist hurts so much. I'm not young anymore..."
It was just a small prelude to life. Life wouldn't stop because of someone or something.
It might have been a life-changing beginning for the two old men, but it didn't affect Qin Guan's life at all. Maybe it would in the future, but let's not talk about it now.
Qin Guan was watching the fun from the side. What was he watching? He was watching Sister Xue trick the boss of the J shirts again.
It was September, and it was time for the third shoot of the J shirts poster.
This time, Sister Xue was full of confidence. She went to the shooting site with Qin Guan's trophy in her hand.
Sister Xue showed off the trophy to the boss of the J shirts, and the salary increase was settled.
In fact, it was not a real salary increase, but at Sister Xue's request, Qin Guan didn't want to shoot the J shirts poster anymore. Why? Because he didn't want to lower his standards.
The biggest difference between Qin Guan and his former self was that he had a regular company and a regular source of work.
Full of confidence, Sister Xue was trying to make Qin Guan into a top model. The early posters had not been good enough for Sister Xue.
If the boss of J Shirts heard this, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged. His company was flourishing, with regular stores, channels, and sales. Now it was a third-rate brand in the country. How could he look down on him like this?
Sister Xue felt wronged. The requirements for a model's endorsement were much stricter than those of a TV star, singer or movie star. If a model's first endorsement or advertisement was too low, even if he became popular in the future, some top brands would automatically abandon him.
Those nitpicky brands didn't care about the hardships a model had to go through before becoming famous. They only cared about whether the model was perfect and matched their brands.
Sister Xue had resolutely canceled the poster of the J shirt. In the future, they could work together to create a bright future in the leisure industry.
Sister Xue's subconscious decision had changed the J shirt's future development concept.
No matter how the J shirts changed their strategy in the future, Qin Guan only needed to shoot the casual autumn collection.
The assistant brought Qin Guan the clothes for the shoot. Qin Guan liked them as soon as he saw them. They were the most interesting casual shirts he had ever worn.
Inspired by Qin Guan's cartoon underwear, the designer made a shirt that looked like a child. As for the results of the sales, everyone was unsure. Wasn't this a little too niche?
Qin Guan didn't care. He liked it. It was a blue half-sleeved shirt with the Calabash Brothers and the Black Cat Sergeant printed on it. It would be very interesting.
There were two small pieces of cloth at the hem of the shirt, which looked like bear paws. The traditional round-hem shirt was represented by four small round paws.
There were also two small meat pads on the cuffs. Two little bears were lying on them, one on the left and the other on the right.
The assistant had bought a huge teddy bear from the wholesale market as a bonus for Qin Guan.
Actually, she had done it out of selfishness. Giving a gift to her idol with the company's money would save her a lot of money.
Look! When she dragged Big Bear into the studio, her boss looked at her with a gratified expression. Didn't that mean that she had made the right decision?
Qin Guan liked the bear very much. It looked fluffy and innocent, just like him.
When he took the photo, he buried his head in Big Bear's chest. Sure enough, it was as soft as he had imagined.
While Qin Guan was enjoying his beauty, the photographer started to roar.
The photographer of the J shirts was still Sun Pengtao. He was now the exclusive photographer of the J shirts.
He was still working as a freelance photographer for two magazines, and his photography career was booming.
Sun Pengtao was very happy to work with Qin Guan again, but when he saw Qin Guan acting like a fool again, he couldn't help but roar.
"Qin Guan, are you a disgrace? Why are you covering your face? What do you want the customers to see? The big stupid bear in your arms or the headless bear hanging from its butt! "
Cameraman, how could you be so cruel to Guan Guan? His assistant, who was obsessed with Guan Guan, felt sorry for Qin Guan while biting her handkerchief.
Qin Guan knew he had made a mistake. He laughed and touched his nose awkwardly, turning his face away from the bear. The teddy bear was really soft though.
A satisfied smile appeared on Qin Guan's face. The photographer caught it and recorded the scene in the photo.
A big boy in a blue shirt with cartoon characters was smiling contentedly. The corners of his eyes were slightly squinting, and his long eyelashes were curling up. He looked both naughty and cute.
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