"I'm the front desk assistant at Armani's headquarters in New York, and the Asian model is called Qin Guan, who came to our office a month ago to submit a personal resume. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"He was a one-man model, and he came to the company very sincerely, and at that time, I'm sure he hadn't found a job at CK."

"Are you sure?"

Armani's assistant changed his humility in front of Giorgio Armani, and his refinement was completely reflected in front of the small front desk.

"I dare to swear, because the conditions of this male model are so good, I also deliberately took out the resume he submitted separately, and I was still in the registration office at the front desk, and his information was included in our model database."

"It can't be." The assistant shook his head with great certainty, "If this is the case, then we should find the information of this Asian model in the selection of former models in New York fashion." ”

"And such a good and expressive model, we at Armani HR couldn't miss it."

"It's true!" Under pressure from both Armani and his assistant, the small front desk complained indignantly: "You can check my registration record when you return to the company in New York, and my information is personally handed to Jimi in the hands of the personnel department." ”

"Because this Asian male model named Qin Guan is really excellent, I also memorized his main information, Qin Guan, male 21 years old, China, winner of the first Asian Esquire Championship in 01, one of the popular male models in China, has endorsed Asian brands xxx, spokesperson of Citizen Asia Station, Lee Asian advertising poster...."

"Really! He chose our Armani in the first place! ”

George. Giarmani and the assistant glanced at each other calmly, and finally the assistant spoke: "Then go back and talk about it, you send a copy of the specific information you recorded to my mailbox." ”

Then Giorgio Armani, an old Italian man, suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked the front desk assistant: "Do you remember his basic data?" ”

"Remember!"

After the assistant reported a flurry of data, the old Italian's brow furrowed.

"Sure enough, it is an outstanding condition, two points more refined than Chad, after all, Chad is from an athlete's background, is there a taste, or there is no golden ratio from a professional background."

"You go back and check this matter for me, and if you miss a top model at a time, even we Armani can't afford to withstand such a toss."

"What's more..."Giorgio Armani's back straightened suddenly: "It's unknown what this New York Fashion Week will say about our design with CK..."

"Perhaps, this time we will plant a big heel, on this brand that started with underwear!"

"Tomorrow, we will summarize the registration of the paper media as soon as possible..."

"Yes...."

Chad, who returned to the field, chatted with his agent on the sidelines, but his eyes were always on the direction of Giorgio Armani, and at this time he should come over to praise his performance, and his agent could talk about his next endorsement by the way.

It's a pity that the reality didn't go on as he imagined, and a group of staff and Armani with serious expressions left the scene in a hurry after the show, and the next arrangements for the models were only left to be handled by small assistants.

Chad shrugged his shoulders towards the agent, since there was no follow-up, out of confidence in his own strength, he didn't ask too much about entanglement.

After Fashion Week, there are countless brand endorsements waiting for him, and the person in charge of Citizen is his new customer, and the Japanese manufacturer's generosity makes Chad's agent happy, and the other party will be more satisfied with his decision when he sees Chad's performance.

At this time, the person in charge of Citizen in the audience was Aoki at the negotiation table between Qin Guan and Sister Xue in Tokyo, and he was now sitting on the edge of this crystal glass castle-like catwalk, and the taste in his heart was a variety of flavors.

The rejection in Tokyo was still vivid in his eyes, and in the first fashion week he came to New York, he saw Qin Guan's figure, not a miscellaneous brand, it was enough to compete with the top ten, and it was not a background model, but the debut of the autumn and winter clothing series.

Aoki regrets that he is not inferior to the Armani finale model Chad, but he has stepped out of his own style, and a faint voice in his heart is reminding him that he may have made a wrong decision.

Thinking of this, Aoki was just about to move his ass and get up from the chair, but the show behind him was not in the mood to watch it, but he saw a few empty seats next to him, and suddenly they were full of people.

After Aoki saw the person clearly, his face was suddenly full of flattering smiles, and even if someone came to beat him at this time, he wouldn't leave.

Giorgio Armani sat in the audience of the fashion show with his personal assistant and other staff.

This location will soon be the stage for Lee's first show at New York Fashion Week, and there is no place for the two brands to intersect with their business policies and products, and Armani will be interested in denim, which looks rather poor, and it also makes the fashion media smell different.

At this time, Qin Guan had already put on Lee's clothes backstage, and instantly evolved from a wealthy businessman to a farm boy, he shook his head The brown brimmed cowboy hat on the side, and the tassels with the long black bands on both sides swayed mischievously with his rhythm.

The taste of the backyard also changed from the drunkenness of champagne to the channel in an instant, with the rough taste of tobacco, with the free cowboy dream of the wind.

A group of unrestrained men with carved axes and chisels, with their pockets in their pockets, took the riding boots as a sound, and those alphabet legions named L, W, and J changed from the oily and slippery image when they first saw Qin Guan, and their bodies were full of explosive power.

The bottom music of American country music, coupled with a little bit of soft rock nodes, opens the green curtain behind it, as if people see the boundless pasture prairie.

Cowboys in overalls and overalls, masculinity, and Armani in neat clothes in the audience looked at the dozens of dollars Lee on the stage with expressionless faces.

"Here we are."

The soft reminder of the assistant next to him, and the slight nod of Giorgio Armani on the side, made Aoki, who had been eavesdropping with his ears, very curious.

What's coming? Who's coming?

Qin Guan is here... (To be continued.) )