164 The Admirer of a Foreign Country

It was because of the unmanageable nature of the clothes that the model who displayed it was placed in an inconspicuous position. As a result, Qin Guan's mandarin jacket was not covered up by the gorgeous clothes of the two models in front and behind.

The set of clothes that the designer is most worried about, even if Qin Guan passed the test of the show with a perfect rhythm. This is inseparable from his excellent physical condition.

As a thank you, the designer remembers the model Qin Guan because of this, and thinks him well in his heart, which is enough. For the rest of the day, Qin Guan walked off several shows that were won by John's help and support.

Finally, in the 9-day fashion week, Qin Guan waited for his grand finale show.

The night is slightly drunk, the lights are shining, the media people, dealers, fashion designers and brand agents from all over the place are all in their positions, waiting for the start of this feast of clothing.

Qin Guan came to the backstage and saw several distinct groups of people standing there in an instant, expressing his helplessness for such childish behavior. He handed over the luggage to Sister Xue, and went to the dressing room first.

It wasn't until Qin Guan entered the locker room that he marveled at Carbin's generosity.

Each set of clothes is neatly hung in the compartment, the corresponding shoes and accessories are also placed in place, and the sock cufflinks of the corresponding color are placed within easy reach.

Um? His shoes were a little crooked, Qin Guan took the black lace-up leather shoes off the shelf.

"Aww!" What is this? Qin Guan put his finger into the shoe, and pulled out a paper clip that can be seen everywhere to fasten clothes. If Qin Guan didn't have the habit of checking accessories before changing clothes, he really wouldn't have found this little thing.

If you put your feet in in a panic, the injury is not so serious, but it is still possible to scratch a hole or puncture a hole.

Qin looked at his fingertips, and thought that the tip of the paperclip was sharp enough when he poked his finger in and scratched the little blood that flowed out.

It is said that such tricks can achieve nothing more than the staff in the venue and the models who come here to change clothes, and the possibility of installing cameras in the dressing room is almost zero.

It is more difficult to find out who did it.

But he couldn't just swallow his anger like this. Taking the shoes, Qin Guan walked out of the locker room, whispered a few words to Sister Xue who was waiting at the side, and told his manager what had happened to him.

This time is the time for my own strong backing to come out. As a little model, I should calm down and walk through the show in a down-to-earth manner.

Qin Guan put on half-length suit shorts, a bright silk shirt, a casual suit with a round swing, and a curly and upturned nostalgic hairstyle. A fashion freak walked out like this.

The assistants in the field were listening to Sister Xue's description with a serious expression, but the more they listened, the more angry they became. He has seen many secret battles between models, whether it is designers or brand owners, they turn a blind eye to them.

For them, the models are the cabbages on the shelves of the supermarket. Whichever one is pleasing to the eye and juicy, they will take it home and cook it into the delicious ingredients in their minds. When they are cooked and appreciated, it doesn't matter whether they are spoiled or thrown away. Anyway, their value has been fully utilized.

However, before these ingredients are put into the pot, if they poison each other because of the problems between them, it will affect the feast! That is what the owner of the show will not tolerate.

In the rest room, the designer calmly said to the staff: "You can't be tolerant, just ask more, there will always be clues."

Then he waved to Qin Guan and patted Qin Guan's arm encouragingly: "Has your mood been affected? Can you make this show well?"

"able!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Go up, go up! Show me your status!"

Qin Guan was blasted onto the preparation stage inexplicably. Fireworks exploded in the sky, and dreamy flames ignited on the sidelines, and the cabbage models dressed in strange and unrestrained styles walked onto the show with the most wanton gestures.

The Kimchi Country model behind Qin Guan looked at the light-footed and steady-looking Qin Guan, not far in front of him, murdering everyone's eyes and the film in the camera.

His eyes darkened, and he subconsciously looked towards the seats where the fashion and entertainment crowd were sitting outside. There was a new Chinese friend he met, a gentleman named Shao Xiaobing.

He knew that after his show, his little thoughts about Shao Xiaobing would dissipate like a bubble, and their weak friendship that he maintained unilaterally would no longer exist.

Because he made a rough plan that was not perfect, but this kind of little trouble that often succeeds in the show did not succeed in Qin Guan.

And Shao Xiaobing, who didn't get an interview opportunity for an injured substitute, will he be disappointed with his ability and completely cut off contact with him?

Models in Kimchi Country don't dare to think about it, and they don't want to think about it.

Shao Xiaobing, who was in the audience, looked at Qin Guan on the stage indifferently, and turned around perfectly to return to the stage. On this U-shaped catwalk, he was like a flame burning in the dark night, so fiery and bright.

He glanced expressionlessly at the model in Kimchi Country behind Qin Guan, and lowered the corners of his eyes indifferently.

An idiot who vowed to cause trouble for Qin Guan, and even deliberately dragged him to watch the finale show of Fashion Week.

Said that there may be a chance to play a substitute? Haha, don't make people laugh, even if something goes wrong with Qin Guan, these models who can be replaced off the stage will squeeze over like flies smelling carrion.

Originally, I wanted to see Qin Guan's tragic situation, but I didn't know what it would be like not to be able to play in the finale of the original show. I really couldn't have any hope for the iq of the idiot from the kimchi country.

Before the show was over, Shao Xiaobing quietly left the sidelines while everyone's attention was attracted by the stage performance.

If there is a chance, what should be suppressed is still to be suppressed. Qin Guan's status is already equivalent to his current level.

Everyone surrounded the designer of the show, the chief of Cabbeen, and ended the perfect display of his works in an atmosphere of applause from the audience.

Then the rest is the time for changing clothes chaotically, and everyone's serious confrontation after the show is over.

Several models from Kimchi Country and Qin Guanyi were left alone in the designer's small office, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Tell me, why?" The designer spoke first, and Qin Guan was also very curious.

I caused public anger because of too many interviews, but it is understandable to earn more if you are capable. You can't use such inferior means just because you are good enough.

And Qin Guan didn't think they would be too presumptuous to do something to a local model in a foreign country because of such a trivial matter.

Moreover, Qin Guan thought it was the people from Plaster Flag State who did this kind of framing at first, because in their comics, the school violence depicted was inseparable from the razor sticking vertically on the sole of the sneakers. (You also said that this is a cartoon, but it is true in Plaster Flag)

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