Although it was a hot summer, Qin Guan still felt the swirling breeze blowing through his trouser legs, so he had better leave quickly! Now I'm an artist, and if I stay for a while, I might become a begging for food.

Qin Guan, who returned home, put this exquisite gift into the small storage box that Cong Nianwei prepared for Qin Guan on the dresser when everyone did not return.

He always felt as if he had forgotten something this summer, but when he thought of tomorrow's work, he shook this thought back to his mind.

In the evening, he replied to Bu Qinglu with the data account sent to him by the other party with a finger of Zen Divine Skill, and with the ability to never forget, Qin Guan took less than five minutes to find out two of the mistakes and omissions, and replied to the other party's email with a cold beer very chicly.

Since Bu Qinglu's accounts were put on track by Qin Guan, this audit work is as simple as drinking water for Qin Guan.

Bu Qinglu in front of the computer had not yet returned to his senses, and he received a reply email from Qin Guan, he only needed to pretend to be forced in front of the new accountant according to the instructions that Qin Guan had prescribed for him.

Having said that, Bu Qinglu has done such a thing more than once, and the increasingly admiring eyes of the little accountant in the office speak for themselves. This makes Bu Qinglu, who has always been known as the wisest person in this group of people, even more worthy of his name.

When Qin Guan went out the next day, he saw that Bu Qinglu returned an email with only the word 'cow', and while driving, he wondered if it was appropriate to ask the other party for a little salary increase.

It is said that the shortcomings of the domestic Cherokee owned by the capital Jeep have finally been vividly reflected in this rare summer in a century.

The tattered air-conditioning system and the slightly flawed cabin made Qin Guan unable to feel cool even though he turned on the air conditioner during the drive.

After waiting for the car to travel for a full thirty minutes, the car finally cooled down, and Qin Guan also arrived at his destination.

If it weren't for the imminent departure abroad, according to the character of Qin Fuman, don't look at the fact that he has only bought a car for two years, this car change is certain.

Qin Guan Shi Ran got out of the car and observed the building in front of the parking lot, which made him extremely familiar.

VOGUE'S HEADQUARTERS OFFICE IS REALLY INTERESTING, AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE IN THE BUILDING NEXT STREET FROM ELLE CLOTHING.

Very good, Comrade Yin Yan can be VOGUE with his left hand and Ruili with his right hand in the future, maybe C Magazine will work in the building opposite her when it comes in.

Qin Guan gloated and put the car keys into the pockets of his jeans, and entered the building of the VOGUE headquarters with the black Harley mirror.

The little girl at the front desk flashed her little eyes, looked at Qin Guan who entered the building and took off her sunglasses, and endured the desire to scream out soon, and called her editor-in-chief.

She is a fashion-forward model fan, different from those nymphomaniac entertainment fans who generally have no taste, the boy opposite is called Qin Guan, and she has all his related magazine posters.

The most worthy of showing off is that she is still a data emperor, and she has compiled all the news related to Qin Guan.

So far, Qin Guan has walked through the show for a total of 17 brands, photographed the inner back cover for 2 magazines, filmed 5 TV commercials as the protagonist, 3 TV commercials as background models, 1 brand endorsement, 2 brand advertising posters as the main show model, and 3 posters as background models.

Qin Guan's step-by-step mental journey was recorded by the little girl in front of him, who was not amazing.

When Qin Guan was on the front desk rest chair, watching the little girl opposite him gushing and reciting his model history, Qin Guan began to suspect that even his agent, Sister Xue, might not be able to quickly say what posters he had taken on a certain day.

The conversation between the small front desk and Qin Guan at the company's rest desk just made Qu Xuemei, the editor-in-chief of VOGUE who passed through the rest room after the meeting, listen to it correctly.

Qu Xuemei felt that it was necessary to go out to see the conversation between these two people, this upstart model that ELLE has been using since she entered China, and this front desk with clear data that she didn't find.

As the sound of Qu Xuemei's slender high heels sounded, the small front desk suddenly stopped talking as if it was being targeted by a snake.

Qin Guan looked at the woman who was walking towards him slowly behind the front desk suspiciously, and only felt that he didn't know why.

SHE'S TALL, ABOUT 170CM TALL, BUT SHE'S WEARING SIX-POINT-TALL STILETTO HEELS THAT STANDARD WHITE-COLLAR WORKERS MUST WEAR AT WORK.

Even though it's a hot summer day, she still wears a serious and slim gray suit in the company. The collar of the shirt is tied exactly the same.

The square-framed mirror with gold wire edges, and the meticulously combed hair were pulled into a bun by her, and she pinned it to the back of her head in a regular manner. The only highlight of her body is the gold snow chain hanging from her gold-rimmed glasses, which slides naturally on her temples with her steps, adding a little popularity to this serious woman.

Listening to the sound of the high heels, the little front desk keenly noticed who the person behind her was, and then made a collapsed expression in front of Qin Guan.

Qin looked at this funny little front desk and couldn't help but laugh.

Qu Xuemei saw the male model in front of the table, the white cotton T-shirt was tight, and the two long legs lined with rough dark blue jeans were straight and slender, and the eyebrows were picturesque, light and handsome.

The inexplicable Qu Xuemei's face was flushed. She coughed, hiding her embarrassment, and took the lead in speaking: "Qin Guan, yes, there will be an assistant to take you to the dressing room later, and I will tell you about the precautions for magazine shooting, as for you, Zhang Yuan, you come to the office with me." ”

The small front desk trembled and followed behind the editor-in-chief with a serious face, and at the last moment of entering the room, he still didn't forget to take another look at his male god with frightened eyes.

Today, I am unlucky enough, take a look and earn a look, and I will die without regrets!

The door of the editor-in-chief's room slammed shut, Qin Guan looked at the small front desk that entered the room with sympathetic eyes, touched his chin, and thoughtfully walked towards the room recommended by the assistant.

Interestingly, the editors-in-chief of fashion magazines are usually the top celebrities in the fashion industry, and their styles are mostly enthusiastic, artistic and avant-garde.

The editor-in-chief sent by VOGUE to Asia is really surprising, judging by the way she dresses, she does not look like a free-spirited American, but rather resembles a self-disciplined and strict German.

It's not like the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, but more like the financial elite of Wall Street.

This is interesting, I don't know what kind of surprise VOGUE can bring to the industry under the leadership of such an editor-in-chief.

Before Qin Guan could think deeply, he was led into the dressing room of VOGUE magazine.

There are as many as three rows of independent mirrors in the row, which is really a big deal. (To be continued.) )