"Salesman, I'll wrap the shirt just now and one for each of the plus-size ones. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Sandals size 999, size 45 for me..."

These customers, who would have been able to walk around the store for a long time, seem to have found their target in an instant.

When Qin Guan walked out of Horlister's store with a smile on his face, Xu Xiaoxiao didn't bother to ask the other party about the results, just at the effect of the clothes Qin Guan just showed, as well as the few broken code versions left on the shelves, he had an accurate guess about the results of this interview in his heart.

The interview brand chosen by Qin Guan next simply made Xu Xiaoxiao incomprehensible.

In his opinion, Qin Guan can wear the casual brand so dazzlingly, so he naturally wants to interview in the direction of the brand he is good at.

Let's not talk about the very light GAP, at least the similar AE American Eagle and Horlister's superior brand AF, you always have to try it.

As a result, Qin Guan's family ran to the CK in casual formal wear for the interview, and the interview went to thenorthface for outdoor sports, what is going on?

Until he sent Qin Guan back to the downstairs of the apartment he rented, Xu Xiaoxiao didn't figure out Qin Guan's original intention of choosing to live, maybe the modeling circle has their unknown secrets?

Qin watched Xu Xiaoxiao's car leave a string of smoke farts, but he went up the stairs of the apartment physically and mentally, and all the foreshadowing he made was to cast a wide net for himself.

He can't rely too much on casual clothing brands, and his ultimate goal is to break into the big model selection environment of American Fashion Week for himself.

He had an opportunity to show his resume and qualifications to the club in front of all the brands.

Now all he has to do is increase his force area, not increase the accuracy of his clients.

Of the most popular types of clothes in the United States, he has now left his footprint, and that is enough.

Qin Guan, who returned home, hadn't yet freed his feet from his leather shoes, and Cong Nianwei, who was in the kitchen, poked his head out.

"Tomorrow is Columbole Day, what are you going to do?"

Only then did Qin Guan discover that this holiday coincided with the Sunday of the school, and the Monday of the second week of October was also the festival when Italian-Americans began to revel.

In fact, the biggest hobby of Americans is to take other people's traditions and change them yourself, and it will become a new kind of holiday.

It was originally a festival celebrating the discovery of the New World of America by Columbus, a celebratory procession formed spontaneously by Italians themselves.

I don't know how more and more Americans are following the heckles, and the people in all the state capitals are following behind the ass and carnivaling, and the president of the United States looks good, so he regards this day as a legal holiday.

A holiday in another country has been appropriated.

Sure enough, the next day, walking on the busiest street in New York to see the lively Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei, I saw the celebration that came to the United States and successfully went out of shape.

The festival has literally become a carnival of its own for the countries of the American continent.

The floats on the streets are made up of some of the most distinctive countries in South America, and the honey-skinned chicks of Colombia, dressed in hot and sexy national flags and with slender and straight thighs, swaying their brilliant feathers on the floats.

Venezuela and Ecuador have not forgotten the characteristics of their own beautiful women, which makes a group of American men wearing baseball caps and eating hot dogs drooling too much.

As for the poor group of old men waving the Italian flag at the back of the parade, they were completely ignored by everyone.

As soon as Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei felt that this group of people was a little pitiful, they found that the Italians were still behind, and the 58th Columbus Day really did not disappoint the two of them.

I saw more than a dozen majestic horses, dressed up heroically.

A handsome Italian young man, wearing a uniform Italian uniform, wearing a silver helmet on his head, holding high the Italian flag, stepped on the Fifth Avenue in a majestic manner.

Followed by a group of beauties dressed in blue and white dazzling cheerleaders, Italian girls in a water, with latte colored balls in their hands, others were dazzled.

"It's a bit of a parade," Qin Guan's words hadn't finished yet, and the soda in his hand almost squirted out.

Because the style of painting changed too quickly at this time, a long line of clowns rushed over, lest the oil paint on their faces was not conspicuous enough, and they attracted the attention of the people on the street.

So if you want to rank the best people in the world, the champion must be the showy American.

No, in addition to blowing colorful ribbons to the children on both sides of the street, the clown did not forget to surpass the phalanx of Italian beauties and handsome men, break through the barrier of tall horses, and come to the float parade to attract the attention of the audience.

Unfortunately, the clowns seem to have forgotten that the horses that were now riding in those parades were not the horses of the cavalry of the Firearms Age, but only horses collected or leased by small farmers around the suburbs of New York for transportation or hauling goods.

This kind of docile family horse, in ordinary days, is to let them do whatever they do obedient temper, but they have been wandering around the field all their lives, and suddenly found that there are so many people around them is nervous enough, and a group of people who are not demons and ghosts suddenly appear in front of them, can they not be frightened?

I don't know who caused the trouble first, whether it was the noise of the trumpet or the cannon thrown by the clown, this makeshift horse team finally blew up the camp after being frightened.

The marchers who were originally riding on horses were a handsome group, and this group of people was not a mounted police who were known for their horseback skills, and a horse neighed and was frightened, which led a large number of horses to follow the chaos.

Qin Guan saw that the chaotic venue was too close to the distance between himself and Cong Nianwei, and he subconsciously protected Cong Nianwei behind him, intending to take a few steps back and leave the crowd to prevent danger.

When he was about to squeeze it out, Qin Guan discovered the strangeness of the Americans.

If such a thing happens in China, everyone will definitely retreat, and under the condition of ensuring their own safety, they will think about controlling the chaos on the field.

And now the American big men around Qin Guan, one of them is eager to try, and those who drag their families are not counted, and even the couples are excited to go up and help.

A few unbearable spectators next to him put the bottles in their hands on the ground, and then rushed over the fence towards the venue, Qin Guan subconsciously glanced at the bottles on the ground, this group of people seems to have been drinking beer since the morning, looking at the number of bottles on the ground, this is really not a small drink.

ps: Push a peerless singer who cuts fish with an autumn knife, don't pay attention to the content first, what I'm complaining about is this buddy's nickname - there is no more handicapped than me, the speed is 500 per hour, and there is no one before or after. (To be continued.) )