Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Then Qin Guan naughtily went to the street, and the store inside the most pointed to the past: "Well, that's the one, we're here!"

A small shop with a light gauze tent as a door curtain reveals its true features.

Sister Xue, with curiosity, opened Qingsha, and heard the sound of the mechanical sewing machine from inside. In this small shop, the innermost corner had the most light, and someone was struggling to work hard.

"How dazzling..."

Sister Xue blocked her eyes with her hand. Her voice hadn't fallen yet. The people in the store heard the sound and raised her head.

Can you not dazzle, a huge bald head, illuminated by bright lights.

"Just look at it, someone who likes me and say..." Seeing the coming person at the door, the bald head did not get up and greet, but instead continued to work hard.

Sister Xue and Qin Guan stepped into this store and watched carefully the finished and semi-finished design clothes already hanging on the prosthetic models in this store.

After Sister Xue devoted herself to reading all the design works in the store in one go, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

This is a very talented designer. His current design works can already be qualified to hold a small fashion show alone.

And such a designer, now nestled in this narrow shop, is simply a riot!

As a result, Sister Xue's love was so strong that she concealed her inner excitement a little bit, and then she started her flickering words.

"Excuse me, ask, are the clothes here designed by you?"

The big bald at work, after seeing the two customers arriving at the store, did not flinch like the previous customers after seeing the price. Instead, he asked about his design. So he was very happy and put down his work.

"Yes, that's right, the clothes here, from design to tailoring, are all made by me. Look at the choice of fabrics for this dress. They are traditional Chinese silk fabrics."

"The sequins and feathers on the top are like embroidery patterns, which is the biggest highlight of this dress."

With the big bald head up, he came to the center of the shop, and after he saw the two guests on the opposite side, his whole body twitched like a stroke.

"You, you, you are Qin Guan! Top Asian male model!"

One member of this fashion member recognized Qin Guan at a glance.

"Hello! I'm Qin Guan! Nice to meet you, AndrewGn." Qin Guan wasn't surprised when he was broken by humanity. He just gave a hand to the other person with a smile.

"How do you know my name?"

"Did I guess wrong? The name of your shop is this. I thought it was your name."

Sister Xue looked out of the house subconsciously, only to see a few glittering subtitles embroidered with silk thread on the green yarn tent, the name above was abruptly Qin Guan said.

This hidden thing, which guest can notice it.

The big bald head across the face was excited and suffocated his face. He rubbed some palms in the tide and grasped the hand of friendship passed by Qin Guan: "Hello, I am very happy to meet you , Stop calling me AndrewGn, or call me Chinese name, Yin Changtao."

"I've seen introductions about you in major magazines and newspapers for a long time. You have to know that although people are developing in the United States, but European fashion magazines have never lost your news."

"Now I finally see you personally, it really is more exciting than the photos, can I say that I am very excited now?"

"You are simply the source of inspiration for our designers. Oh, I now have countless ideas in my head because of your appearance. Qin Guan really, you are great!"

Sister Xue looked at Yin Changtao, who was holding Qin Guan's hand across from him, and she twitched at the corner of her mouth. The five big and three thick bald heads, broom brows, drooping eyes, and a vicious look, but in Qin Guan's In front of him behaved like a big dog.

When Yin Changtao finally calmed down his excitement, the three talents began to communicate calmly with their intentions.

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

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

"Thank you, I am willing to join your studio."

This promise was too happy, Sister Xue could not bear to pit him.

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

"Thank you!" After hearing the thoughtful words, the big bald head began to cry again.

guess what?

If Sister Xue and Qin Guan do not appear today, it is estimated that this buddy will go to the construction site to move the bricks.

Since he graduated from the St. Martin's School of Design in London in 1996, he has been living a hard-earned life. This store has not ushered in the corresponding customers for him, and it is naturally impossible for him to be famous.

Yin Changtao almost gave up on his own. Maybe his design style was not accepted by the mainstream fashion industry. Maybe it was time to give up this dream that he had loved since childhood.

Now, just today, Qin Guan falls from the sky, not only pointing out the way for him in the future, but also leading him into the top fashion circle, and handing a knockout brick to the four major fashion weeks for him and his design brand.

Forgive this Singaporean Chinese buddy, his only classical reading is a red mansion that his grandfather gave him when he was eleven years old.

He can only think of a proverb now, and the grace of dripping water will report Yongquan to him.

The remaining details naturally do not need Qin Guan to worry about, he is now the uncle of the hand, Sister Xue and Yin Changtao are discussing the details behind, and he has lifted his foot to the toy store on the corner of the street.

Some pale green glass is tightly locked in the wooden door frame with a sense of age. Opposite the glass is a simple humanoid or animal doll.

Squatting down to see Qin Guan for a long time, he suddenly became childish and straightened up and pushed open the door of this wooden toy store that was also painted in red paint.

"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.)