Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Although it is a cool summer, Qin Guan still feels that a small wind is blowing over his trousers, he must leave quickly! It’s a show business now, and if you stay for a while, you’ll become a foodie.

When Qin Guan returned home, before the crowd returned, he put this exquisite gift into a small storage box prepared by Cong Nianwei on the dresser for Qin Guan.

He always felt that he had forgotten something this summer vacation, but when he thought of tomorrow's work, he shook the thought back to his head.

In the evening, he returned the data account that Bu Qinglu gave to him with a finger Zen skill. With the ability to remember, Qin Guan spent less than five minutes to find two of the wrong places, drinking ice very smartly. Beer responded to the other party's email.

Since Qin Guan's account was brought to the track by Qin Guan, the task of checking the account is as simple as drinking water.

Bu Qinglu in front of the computer had not returned to God yet, and he received a reply email from Qin Guan. He only had to act in accordance with what Qin Guan had stipulated to him and act in front of the new accountant.

Saying such a thing, Bu Qinglu did it more than once, and the more and more admired eyes of the little accountant in the office explained everything. This makes Bu Qinglu, who has always been known as the wisest person in this group, even more worthy of the name.

When Qin Guan went out the next day, he saw that Bu Qinglu returned only a ‘bull’ email, and while driving, wondering if it was appropriate to ask the other party to raise a little salary.

Talking about the shortcomings of the domestic Cherokee owned by Jeep, it is finally reflected in this century of rare summer.

The broken air-conditioning system and the slightly imperfect airtight compartment made Qin Guan's air-conditioning during driving, but he still couldn't feel the coolness.

After waiting for 30 minutes, the car finally cooled down, and Qin Guan also arrived at his destination.

If it weren't for going abroad, depending on Qin rich man's character, don't look at him only two years after buying a car.

Qin Guan Shi Shiran got out of the car and observed the building that made him very familiar before parking.

The location of Vogue's headquarters office is really interesting, so it happens to be in the building next door across the street from eLLe clothing.

Very good, Comrade Yin Yan can use Vogue in her left hand and Ruili in her right hand. Maybe when C Magazine comes in, she will still work in the building opposite her.

Qin Guan happily sent the car key into the pocket of his jeans and entered the building of the Vogue headquarters with a black Harley mirror.

The little girl at the front desk gleamed with bright eyes and looked at Qin Guan, who had taken off her sunglasses, endured the ** that was about to scream, and called her editor-in-chief.

She is a fashion model powder, which is different from those who have no taste for entertainment. The boy opposite is called Qin Guan, and all of his related magazine posters have a copy.

The most worthy of showing off is that she is also a data emperor. She summarized all the news related to Qin Guan.

So far, Qin Guan has walked through the show for 17 brands, filmed inner and back covers for 2 magazines, 5 TV commercials that have played the lead role, 3 TV commercials as background models, and 1 brand endorsement. 2 brand advertising posters as the main model and 3 posters as the background model.

Qin Guan's step-by-step mental journey has been recorded by the unsurprising little girl in front of him.

When Qin Guan was on the lounge chair at the front desk, watching the little girl opposite memorizing his modeling history, Qin Guan began to suspect that even his agent, Sister Xue, might not be able to quickly say that he was in What poster was taken on a certain day of the year.

The conversation between the small receptionist and Qin Guan at the company's rest reception just happened to let Xuemei, Vogue's editor-in-chief, approach the rest room after the meeting.

Qu Xuemei felt that it was necessary to go out and look at the dialogue between the two. This up-and-coming model that eLLe has been using since she entered the country, as well as this unclear, clear data front desk.

As Qu Xuemei's slender high-heeled shoes sounded, the little front desk seemed to be stared at by the snake, and suddenly stopped talking.

Qin Guan looked at the woman who was approaching him slowly behind the front desk in confusion, only to feel unclear.

She is tall and has a height of about 17ocm, but she wears high-heeled high-heeled shoes that standard white-collar workers must wear at work.

Even though it is a hot summer day, she still wears a serious gray suit in the company. The neckline of the shirt is exactly the same.

The square frame mirror with gold wire edge, and the meticulous head of the comb were pulled into the bun by her and stayed behind her head. The only bright spot in the whole body is the golden snow chain hanging from her gold-rimmed eyeglass legs, which naturally slides on the temples with her pace, adding a little popularity to this serious woman.

The little front desk listened to the sound of these high-heeled shoes, keenly aware of who was behind her, and then made a collapsed expression in front of Qin Guan.

Qin watched this funny little reception desk and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Qu Xuemei saw the male model in front of the table. The white cotton T-shirt was tight, and the two long legs lined with rude dark blue jeans were straight and slender. The eyes were picturesque and light and elegant.

The inexplicable Qu Xuemei's face was flushed. She coughed to hide her embarrassment, and said first: "Qin Guan is right. Later, an assistant will take you to the dressing room. She will tell you the precautions for shooting in the magazine and you. As for you, Zhang Yuan , You come to the office with me."

The little front desk trembled behind the solemn editor in chief, and at the last moment of entering the house, he still remembered to look at his male **** again with frightened eyes.

Today, I'm out of luck. I can earn a glance, and I'm dead without regrets!

The door of the editor's room slammed shut, and Qin Guan looked at the small reception desk entering the room with sympathetic eyes for self-seeking fortune, felt his chin, and walked thoughtfully towards the room recommended by the assistant.

Interestingly, the chief editors of fashion magazines are usually top talents in the fashion industry, and their styles are mostly enthusiastic, full of art and avant-garde ideas.

The editor-in-chief sent by Vogue to Asia is really eye-popping. Judging from her manners, she is not like a free-spirited American, but rather quite similar to the self-disciplined German.

Unlike the editor-in-chief of fashion magazines, it is more like the elite of financial elite on Wall Street.

This is interesting. I don't know what kind of surprises Vogue, who has entered the country, can bring to this industry under the leadership of such editors.

Qin Guan had to think deeply in the future and was led into the dressing room of Vogue magazine.

There are as many as three rows of independent mirrors, which is really generous. (To be continued.)