Then Qin Guan pointed to the middle of the street, the innermost shop, quite mischievously: "Oh, that's it, we're here!" ”

A small shop with a light gauze curtain as a curtain shows its true face in this way. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sister Xue opened the green yarn with curiosity, and heard the sound of a mechanical sewing machine coming from inside.

"It's a little dazzling..."

Sister Xue blocked her eyes with her hand, and before her words fell, the people in the store heard the sound and raised their heads.

Can it not be dazzling, a huge bald head, shining by the light.

"Look at it casually, if you like it and tell me..."Seeing the person coming at the door, the bald head did not get up to greet him, but continued to work with his head down.

Sister Xue and Qin Guan stepped into this store and carefully looked at the finished and semi-finished design clothes that had been hung on the prosthetic models in this store.

After Sister Xue concentrated on reading all the design works in the store in one go, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a very talented designer, and his current design work is already qualified to start a small fashion show on his own.

And such a designer, now nested in this cramped shop, is simply a tyrannical thing!

So, Sister Xue's love for talent rose, and she hid her inner excitement a little, and then turned on her flickering words.

"Excuse me, you designed the costumes here?"

The big bald head at work, seeing the two customers who came to the store after seeing the price, did not run away in embarrassment like the previous customers, but asked about his design. So I was very happy and put down the work in my hand.

"Yes, that's right, the clothes here, from design to tailoring, are all made by me, you see the fabric selection of this dress, it is a traditional Chinese silk fabric."

"The embroidery-like pattern made of sequins and feathers on the top is the biggest highlight of this dress."

With the big bald head getting up, he came to the center of the store, and when he saw the two customers on the opposite side clearly, his whole body convulsed as if he had had a stroke.

"You, you, you are Qin Guan! Top Asian male models! ”

One of the members of this fashion group recognized Qin Guan at a glance.

"Hello! I'm Qin Guan! Nice to meet you, Andrewgn. Qin Guan was not surprised that his identity was broken, but he just smiled and handed out a hand to the other party.

"How do you know what my name is?"

"Am I wrong? That's the name of your shop, I thought that's your name. ”

Sister Xue subconsciously looked outside the house, only to see a few glittering subtitles embroidered with silk threads on the green gauze tent, and the name Qin Guan said on it.

This hidden energy, which guest can pay attention to it.

The big bald head on the opposite side blushed excitedly when he heard this, he rubbed his slightly damp palm, and grabbed the hand of friendship handed over by Qin Guan: "Hello, I'm also very happy to meet you, don't call me andrewgn, or call me by my Chinese name, Yin Changtao." “

"I've seen about you in magazines and newspapers for a long time, and you know that although you are a person in the United States, you have never been missing news in these fashion magazines in Europe."

"Now that I've finally seen you in person, it's really even more exciting than in the photos, can I say I'm very excited right now?"

"You are simply the source of inspiration for us designers, oh, I have countless ideas in my head now because of your appearance, Qin Guan is really, you are amazing!"

Sister Xue looked at Yin Changtao, who was holding Qin Guan's hand on the other side and was not going to let go, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, this bald head with five big and three thick, broom eyebrows, drooping the corners of her eyes, and a fierce momentum, but she behaved like a large dog in front of Qin Guan.

It wasn't until Yin Changtao finally calmed down his excitement that the three of them began to calmly communicate with each other about their intentions.

When Sister Xue just finished saying her intention, she saw that the eyes of this big bald head turned red.

Tears rolled down his square face without warning, and then he rubbed it off with his arm.

"Thank you, I'd like to join your studio."

This promise was so happy that Sister Xue couldn't bear to pit him.

"In this way, you can bring your work and luggage to New York in a few days, and you can take a look at the details and treatment in the treaty, after all, it is a cooperation agreement, and you are also an independent designer with considerable autonomy."

"Thank you!" The big bald head began to cry again after hearing this thoughtful word.

You know what?

If Sister Xue and Qin Guan don't show up today, it is estimated that this buddy will have to go to the construction site to move bricks.

Since graduating from St Martin's School of Design in London in '96, he has been living beyond his means, and the store has not welcomed a corresponding customer for him, and naturally it is impossible to increase its reputation.

Yin Changtao himself is about to give up, maybe his design style is not accepted by the mainstream fashion industry, maybe it's time to give up this dream that he has liked since childhood.

And now, just today, Qin Guan has fallen from the sky, not only pointing out the way for him in the future, but also leading him into the top fashion circle, handing him and his design brand a stepping stone to the four major fashion weeks.

Forgive this Singaporean-Chinese buddy, his only classical reading is a copy of Dream of Red Mansions that his grandfather gave him when he was eleven years old.

He can only think of a common saying now, the grace of a drop of water, will repay the spring.

The rest of the details naturally don't need Qin Guan to worry about, he is now the uncle, Sister Xue and Yin Changtao were discussing the details of the back, he had already raised his feet and walked to the toy store at the corner of the street.

Some pale green glass is tightly locked in by a wooden door frame with a sense of age, and on the opposite side of the glass are cute human or animal dolls.

Qin Guan, who had squatted down and watched for a long time, suddenly became childlike, straightened up and pushed open the door of this wooden toy store, which was also painted red and whitewashed.

"Welcome!"

Behind the tall counter was an old man with gold-rimmed eyes, he just greeted Qin Guan very calmly, and still lowered his head to repair the tin soldier in his hand. (To be continued.) )