Chapter 641: Charity Bazaar ~ Happy birthday to my book friend Big Cousin

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In the end, the leader of the authority said a fair word.
"If you also have the influence of this male star, it is not him who is standing in the middle to shoot commercials, but you!"
The grumbled little fat man looked at his sagging abs and wiped his snot helplessly.
If he had the appearance of that male star, would he still be on duty in this park?
So, let’s go back to reality, buddy, and see that the work of others has come to an end here, and the little fat man is planning to look at Qin Guan inside and face such a large group of people. The handsome guy has a new move.
Qin Guan handed the garbage and tools to the assistant on the side. Under Qu Xuemei's worried eyes, he waved towards the crowd again.
"Thank you for your support for my work, so many people like my job of shoveling garbage!"
"Hehehe"
A well-meaning smile expresses the public's love for the young man in the middle.
"I have finished the work here, and I will soon go to the next place."
"There are equally important jobs waiting for me to participate. Of course, this is still a community work closely related to everyone."
"It's just this time that I am no longer a garbage disposer in the park, but a staff member who works as a bazaar and fundraiser for hungry children in the world."
"I will play the role of a charity salesman. If everyone here is enthusiastic about charity and has free time, everyone is welcome to participate together."
"The location of the charity bazaar is also very easy to find. It is just opposite the Hilton Art Market. There is a j clothing store on the garden grass on the left."
"I hope that everyone who has money can hold a money market, and those who have no money can hold a personal market. The volunteers are more beneficial!"
After talking, he slaps in the sky: "For the hungry children of the world!"
‘Pappa…’
What do you think of this as a flyover?
As soon as it was a charity bazaar and donation, Qin Guan slapped on the side and watched the circle of people around him who was originally on the third and the third floor, and immediately went away.
Only the small wind that was blown out by the flow of people in the park was left, curling a few yellow leaves, and turned twice under the staff.
"Poof!" The park administrators on the side have a little sympathy for the actor. Look at this appeal, talk to New Yorkers about money, and withdraw money from those who basically rely on loans. Isn't that just a dream?
In the huge venue, only the teddy dogs that had been forgotten by the dog walkers at the feet of everyone, barked twice at everyone's "wangwang" in protest.
Qin Guan touched his nose awkwardly, preparing to ease the surrounding atmosphere.
"It's not, it's not too much failure, there is a loyal supporter, although it is a teddy."
Qin Guan's words weren't finished yet. A hand reached out from the corner next to it, holding the reins of the forgotten Teddy.
"Then, I'm sorry, I'm in trouble, I just forgot to take it away, there are too many dogs, I will take it away!"
The dog walker who led eight dogs pulled the face on the face towards the crowd, and hurriedly dragged the forgotten puppy away from the scene.
The atmosphere in the venue was even more bleak. Everyone glanced at Qin Guan with the most sympathetic eyes in the world... Still sighing in my heart, this young man still doesn't understand New Yorkers...
Naturally, the thick-skinned Qin Guan, at this time, seemed to be okay, looking at Qu Xuemei's work schedule.
"Where is the next stop?"
Didn’t you just say that it is the Hilton Art Fair?
The way to cover up the embarrassment is a bit simple and rough, but as the work car progresses to the next goal, everyone just smiles.
After all, what is next is a huge job. There are community housewives who are responsible for providing bazaar goods, and community workers who are responsible for bazaar and fundraising activities.
Sure enough, I arrived at the work car at my destination. When everyone came down, I saw such a lively scene.
Guo Nuoyan packed the garden on the side very well, which is regarded as the venue for the charity sale provided by the Chinese j apparel company to the community.
A most standard, fundraising place with a bit of fantasy.
Here, the fence of the garden was temporarily dismantled, and the entrance gate was enlarged a lot.
The arches on both sides of the door are balloons provided by j clothing. Naturally, this is also the selfishness of Guo Nuoyan. Without any exception, the trademark of j is printed above.
The staff in the bazaar, wearing uniform green overalls, the entire provider of clothing, is still j clothing.
As a supporter of a charity event, he is actually a sponsor of Qin Guan, and Guo is looking at his masterpiece with some pride in his hands.
The round tables lined with white tablecloths in the garden are filled with packed and neatly arranged dessert cookies.
In the two innermost cases, there are tasting products of these bazaars on the shelves, so that these casual customers who come in by chance can decide the products they want to buy.
On the other side are practical appliances, tools and clothing for some community residents, some of which are donated on the spot, while others participate in collective auctions among the people.
Of course, there is a small stand next to the auction floor, which is used to set up the host of the auction, and during the rest of the auction, let the jazz band invited to perform for everyone in the garden.
The overall arrangement is well-organized. After all, it is the elderly who have been serving in this community for a long time, and Guo Nuoyan's cooperation is also due diligence.
As soon as the vehicle of Qin Guan's working group stopped at the roadside, it naturally attracted the attention of the people on the sidelines.
Guo Nuoyan, the most excited, ran to Qin Guan's car in three and two steps. After getting off the other party, he got a big hug with Qin Guan.
Qin Guan was suddenly embraced with a full face, naturally a Mongolian dish, and Guo Nuoyan sorted out his new suit after leaving the hug of the two, and asked in a low voice: "How? Am I? How did I behave?"
Qin watched the follow-up shots behind his eyes and understood the boy’s ultimate purpose. He used all the opportunities of appearance to give himself a sense of presence.
It's a pity that the final editing was not his job, Qin Guan, he just reminded his fellow fellow very well.
"I just shoveled out the garbage in the park"
"#￥%!" (To be continued.)