At the end of the press conference, in the temporary corridor set up by the security personnel, there was a small storage box, and every passing crowd handed in their small cards. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Naturally, the card that belonged to Qin Guan was also drowned in layers of paper as his fingers were released, and I don't know if any Gucci staff will find it.

When he wanted to say a few more words to the indifferent people on the side, he was dragged in front of a huge backboard by Sister Xue, who had been waiting for a long time.

Behind Qin Guan is a billboard composed of logos of several fashion brands, indicating the luxurious lineup of participating brands in Milan Fashion Week.

In front of Qin Guan, at this time, cameras from multiple TV stations were set up to catch all these topical and controversial characters who passed here.

Naturally, Qin Guan stands out from the crowd among these designers, and everything he does can be taken out for an independent program interview.

What's more, this Asian, who has been staying at home except for work, is always a dragon who never sees the end of the dragon and never participates in any TV program interviews.

This time, if you don't take advantage of the official power of Milan Fashion Week, this group of TV media people really can't catch Qin Guan's real person.

"Qin Guan, Qin Guan, you can say hello to our Italian people."

As a local national radio and television station, but a country that monopolizes 70% of the country's ratings, his fashion news column has naturally attracted the attention of people from all over the country.

In front of this swarthy camera, Qin Guan calmly showed his most perfect smile, and waved his hand very chic in the direction of the camera.

"Qin Guan, will you have a new endorsement job in the second half of the year? Gucci is said to be in talks with Giorgio Armani to make you their newest ambassador for 2004 in the form of a contract assignment. ”

"Is this news true?"

Who revealed this news, even Qin Guan himself didn't know...

"I don't know how the media guy got the news, but neither my agent nor I have been notified by either brand, and from what I know about Giorgio Armani, he is still reluctant to abandon me, the poor Asian boy."

Speaking of this, Qin Guan helplessly spread out his palms and made a very aggrieved expression at the TV.

The host on the opposite side was immediately amused, and he was not entangled in these grievances and hatreds, but asked the next question with some longing: "So Mr. Qin Guan, you have already made movies in London, France, and New York, so corresponding to the four major fashion weeks, will you collaborate with an Italian director on a latest work?" ”

This topic changed too quickly, Qin Guan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then a smile bloomed that these people had never seen before, even the Italians couldn't reach it, and they were confused.

"As long as it's a good script and a conscientious filmmaker, I'm very much looking forward to the invitation from the Italian people."

The reporter of the national television station looked at the smile of Qin Guan, who was only a dozen centimeters away from his eyes, and couldn't help but lose his language ability, and some reporters from foreign TV stations behind him took the opportunity to rush up the microphone.

People in Italy, do you see? Hurry up and invite this supreme elf.

A person's five-minute strict interview time was dragged on for a few more moments in this country that has always been lazy, and by the time Qin Guan returned to the hotel again, it was already time for the day to come to an end.

Out of the importance of this fashion feast, the Italian TV stations at this time, as well as the local stations in those small cities, also jointly broadcast this all-Italian fashion carnival.

And more Italians, through this broadcast of official fashion news, got to know this wanton and beautiful Asian model who laughed in the camera.

As the country with the highest average appearance in the world, handsome guys and beauties are the original products of Italy, and their hearts that they thought they would no longer beat violently for a person's appearance have been completely broken today.

More young men and women began to frantically look for news of this model called Qin Guan on the Internet.

As a result, Qin Guan simply walked into the hearts of the Italian people.

Sicily, the southernmost island of the Italian state, is an island that is connected to Italy in the weakest way from the European continent.

Here, the locals speak Italian, with a strong Sicilian flavor, and the locals are unusually united and have their own unique social networks.

The kinship between the families is like a spider web that binds all the inhabitants of the island together.

Just like the oldest village with the same surname in China, there is a strict hierarchical relationship.

Of course, Sicily has to add a glorious one more to them, which is the origin of all the Italian ethnic mafia.

As an Italian nation that fights for its country, the so-called sense of collective honor is never for the country, but for its brothers and sisters.

The closeness of a family is rarely seen outside of China and Italy.

And the foundation of the mafia was developed in the embryonic form of the family.

Now the largest family in Sicily, the Salvaldo family, holds a grand dinner in the pavilion of their estate, and these friends, who have not been in touch for a long time, exchange ideas with their collaborators through these regular gatherings.

The TV was also playing the news of the Italian news station, and only the little girls in these families had leisure time, eating sausages on the dinner plate and watching TV with relish.

The adults behind them are drinking beer and complaining that business is getting harder and harder, while a few natural children's voices break up the small talk of the adults.

"Mimira Ula loves this big brother..."

A little brown-haired girl with curly hair looked at Qin Guan's smile that occupied the entire TV screen, and talked to herself without blinking.

Michael, who was on the side, as the most handsome boy among the little fat men, naturally didn't want Raura's attention to be on other men.

"But he's an Asian, and he seems to have come from China, which is all workers!"

The two milky voices of discussion directly made the adults laugh through their bellies, and they didn't speak badly, just listened to the continuation of these two people.

ps: "Ninety Thousand Years of Compulsory Cultivation" will be cultivated in the future realm, and all people will be able to cultivate the truth, and everything can enter the Tao - wait, what the hell are you doing with this "one Tao"? (To be continued.) )