Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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"I'm W, and I'm the fashion editor of W..."

"I know, isn't it written on your business card? I know English..."

Qin Guan is also very strange, what excited the person opposite? He didn't do anything?

How can you not be excited, how can you scream without exaggeration, how can you not be as nervous as other models, can't breathe?

What William wanted to say had not been said yet, and he was choked on Qin Guan's next words.

"Would you like me to shoot the first cover or the bottom cover? How is the remuneration calculated?"

With trembling fingers, William just wanted to lift it up and fell down weakly. Forget it, why did he say so much nonsense to an unknown foreigner?

"This time, W Magazine made an event based on this New York Fashion Week, brought together outstanding models who were active during Fashion Week, took a group photo, and appeared in the latest issue of the magazine in an eight-fold fashion. ."

"Strive to distinguish it from other competitors in the latest issue of the weekly. The reward is the symbolic carriage fee, you may not know W? I told you..."

"OK, as long as the shooting time does not conflict, I will be there..."

"Fine...Fine...." William, who wanted to show a few more words, and Qin Guan were speechless again. Just when he wanted to say something to save himself a bit of depression, there was a sound behind him. A disgusting and irritable voice.

"Yeah? Well, William, I've been an editor for a few days? What's the matter? Is this going to give a newcomer who doesn't understand the rules?"

Look at what this sentence said, irony and digging pits run, and by the way, Qin Guan also took a pill.

Red-haired William's face was fierce, and Qin Guan, who had always been face to face with him, couldn't help but took a step back. William didn't have to turn his head to know who was behind him, Richard!

That's right, Richard has personally come over to invite Qin Guan according to the plan originally planned with Qu Xuemei. If this matter is not handled properly, the witch will immediately come back from Asia.

The top five fashion magazines in the United States, the hatred of VOGUE and W can be traced back to many years ago, the old brand W was founded in 1972, one accidentally was picked up by the later rise of VOGUE.

Since then, the dust has been rolling. The other party is driving a Ferrari, but the other party is a conservative four-wheeled carriage. The distance between them is getting bigger and bigger.

This year's Fashion Week, the editor-in-chief rarely thought of such a good idea, but as soon as he was out of the horse, he encountered the disgusting Richard, the most loyal running dog of VOGUE, mixed with the wind under the repercussions of the magic head. Raw water rises.

William's head was so high and unyielding, but unfortunately, the height of only 160+ did not show his majesty and mighty power, but instead added a little humor to himself.

Richard grinned. The Texas cowboy, who was tall, made most Americans feel ashamed.

He squatted down in a funny way, comparing his hands to the top of his head, and then beckoned towards William.

"Look, I will take care of you. Just now, the distance is too far, and neither of us can communicate well."

The red-haired William pouted his lips, and the blood vessels on the side of the temple were bleeding suddenly. He bit his back molar and turned his head, ignoring Richard's existence, and dropped a hurried notice to Qin Guan.

"See you at the end of October... I will call you..."

Without much speculation, Richard patted the floating soil on his trouser legs and watched William, who had left in embarrassment, clenched his fist towards Qin Guan with a smile: "Strong man, next Richard!"

This is the way the bear kid taught to say hello. Qin Guan looked at the opposite side of Richard with a black line, but he didn't know how to communicate with the other party for a while.

But Richard did not care, and meticulously did a whole set of ways to greet the Chinese.

He bent his knees, alternated his hands with two hands, and struck hard twice on the side of the trouser legs. One hand hung on the side of the body, and the other hand stretched forward. He made a standard Qing dynasty TV series to please the master and master. Pose.

"Yeah! Hello!"

Puff... who taught this...

At this time, Qin Guan naturally did not know Richard's identity, but when this strong man reported his name, Qin Guan suddenly understood in seconds.

"I'm Richard of VOGUE. This is my business card. I don't know if there is time on the weekend. I want to invite you to shoot the inside pages of our magazine."

The clean and tidy, VOGUE style that doesn't drag on the muddy water is quite a bit of Qu Xuemei's work style.

"Okay, you will let me know..." It seems to be an acquaintance, and Qin Guan is not a nonsense. He asked when he received the business card: "Is the editor in chief asking you to find me?"

"How do you know?" Richard's face was shocked, and he wanted to move a step under his feet. Does anyone who is with the witch have their own magic?

"Well, because a top fashion magazine with the highest sales in the United States, it is impossible for a model who does not have any top endorsement, or an Asian, to occupy a page on the inner page of the magazine."

"I think it must be recommended by your internal staff, and I only know the person in charge of VOGUE in Asia, Qu Xuemei."

Speaking of this, Richard nodded again and again, directly admitting what Qin Guan said.

"So thank you, thank you for your new Qu Xuemei's vision, I think your relationship must be very good."

Okay, of course, well, to the point where I don’t have her, Richard smiles embarrassedly, but admires Qu Xuemei’s eyes in my heart. No wonder she is the most optimistic editor, there is no one.

The beauty of Qin Guan can only feel his most shocking side when he stands in front of his eyes intuitively.

Richard was excited when he left, maybe he would really borrow the east wind of Qu Xuemei.

Qin Guan smiled slightly and put his jacket on his shoulder. There was only a white street lamp on the back street. It seemed that his New York fashion door was slowly opening to him.

The taxi stand on the street was waving to him, and suddenly a girl with cute freckles popped out of a hidden corner.

"You... hello..."

The small voice like a mosquito made Qin Guan think he had auditory hallucinations.

In a slightly trembling hand, he held a shapeless business card that was about to be gripped, "This...this is my business card..."

Qin Guan smiled slightly and took the business card that was soaked in sweat.

"I... I am from NYLON magazine... the editor... I have seen every show you have at Fashion Week, I think you are very capable, I like it very much..."

"So, so.. I don't know if you have time this week? We want to ask you to take a picture of the cover of our magazine..."

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