Chapter 371: Armani, what the **** do you want me to do!

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"Although our magazine's main business is a special issue of cosmetics classification, but we also have fashion news published..."
The freckled girl's words are getting smaller and smaller, and finally her head almost fell to her chest. She saw it in the corner just now. Two of the top five magazines in the United States have found this Asian model.
For the competitiveness of her own magazine, this little girl still knows.
"Okay, you send me the specific time. After tomorrow, my work at Fashion Week is over..."
Qin Guan did not arrogantly refuse because of the other magazine's humbleness. In his opinion, NYLON magazine did a good job, but it was just a loss of too short a start-up time.
That kind of directional development just fits the needs of today's fashion brands.
"Really?" Little freckles' eyes were sparkling. She looked at the extremely soft Qin Guan silhouetted by the table lamp's light, and suddenly rejoiced.
"Ok…."
The caper's little ponytail turned his head at the corner of the street, and the freckles still waved his arms hard.
Qin Guan smiled in the direction of farewell at the brightest place of the desk lamp, the snow and ice melted in an instant, and the background of the night sky was blooming...
Little freckles can't help but watch the past.. Boom! The forehead stunned the telephone pole.
"Oh!" The little freckles rubbing his forehead covered his eyes and cheeks to cover up his embarrassment... "Ah," almost came a flat wrestling again.
It's really an interesting person.
Often a person is a little missing in one aspect, and another aspect of him must have a very powerful difference from ordinary people. Small freckles are a special presence for NYLON.
Because of her keen sense of beauty, this new magazine, which was established only two years ago, stumbled to stand in New York City.
The impact of New York Fashion Week on the public is not over, and the aftertaste of newspapers and magazines is still hotly speculating on the scandalous news of Fashion Week.
Qin Guan once again stepped into the door of Armani's New York headquarters, his first face-to-face company, and also the starting point of New York where he was once full of hope.
This time, it was no longer his active search, but was officially invited by George Armani's personal team assistant to hand out the notice at Fashion Week.
Qin Guan passed by Chad again at the door, because of his sharpness in fashion, Chad had a certain impression of this Asian model who passed Armani's office.
That's the first day of fashion week when Asian models were compared with him by mainstream media. Those exaggerated critics think they can keep up with him.
Another guy who didn't give up on Armani looking for opportunities. Chad, who left the gate, placed his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with contempt. Once this man became famous, he was followed by paparazzi when he went out. Convenience.
The agent on the side was not as optimistic as Chad. Many years of experience in watching people produced a deep sense of crisis when he first saw Qin Guan in the backcourt of CK.
"Ah?" While watching Qin Guan's figure walked into Armani's headquarters, the agent who looked back and watched his speculation with a little worry: "You said, this Asian model called Qin Guan, will not come Armani talk about endorsement contracts?"
What Chad was a little impatient about was his own agent, thinking too much.
"You think too much. Armani, who is a top-level, high-end custom, and those big global crocodiles, will buy an account of an unknown Asian? Meet..."
They left, not knowing that Qin Guan was directly brought into a white, empty studio. Inside was a white-haired old man wearing a black casual outfit. It was Armani himself.
The old man did not speak. He smiled kindly at Qin Guan, pointed at the center of the white empty field, and then gestured to the assistant beside him.
Then he saw his personal assistant, trotting down the runway against the white wall, pulling the side handles away, and slowly walking out of a tall woman from the inside.
She didn't say a word. The long black skirt that mopped the floor slowly flowed on the white floor. The same white toes were coated with transparent nail polish, reflecting the cold light.
The wide open dress design makes her streamlined back perfectly exposed behind her, hiding her worries.
Blond hair, blue eyes like the Aegean Sea, like an eternal love, leaving only one person in the eye.
"Raquel Zimmerman, Qin Guan, please stand together, side by side..."
The harmony of 178 and 186 matches like two similar people who have come out of the fashion city.
That kind of cold face makes this female model's incomparable temperament elegant.
"Very well, I think Raquel's IMG company has already spoken with her about the endorsement requirements, so Qin Guan, do you have any comments?"
Good wayward old man, good wayward company! What are you talking about with me? ? How do you know that I cannot refuse?
The old Italian man on the opposite seemed to see Qin Guan's doubts, and he waved towards his assistant again.
"We know that you are a contracted model of New Silk Road China. Based on your resume, we found the agent of the original company. The contract was returned on the third day of New York Fashion Week."
"Your exclusive agent, Miss Xue Wanyi, has already handed over the follow-up work for you. Of course, because of the time difference, you may get notice from the other party for a period of time later than now."
"According to the requirements stipulated in the contract, if your interview meets the style of our main endorsement model, then this contract will automatically take effect."
"So congratulations to you, Mr. Qin Guan, you will get Armani's 2003 one-year product endorsement contract. At that time, our company will regularly notify you of your work. Please cooperate on time and actively according to the provisions of the contract."
"So, what am I endorsement for?" Qin Guan actually asked in Italian, because he found that all English communication was spoken by an assistant, and Qin Guan's understanding of Armani, This old man can speak Italian.
Besides, even if you are Armani, I can’t say I’m going to design new products and fields. If you develop an Armani condom, I would also like to thank Dade for the endorsement, right.
ps: Friendship to push the book, I am in ruins in Xianjie, please try the poison. (To be continued.)