They were freshmen from Japan, Singapore and the Republic of Korea who had been selected by Hermes thanks to Qin Guan . The show required six Asian models, six African models and some white models . The boys felt really lucky to be on the stage .
The three Asian men expressed their gratitude and respect for Qin Guan . Their feelings had nothing to do with his age . They were only based on his achievements .
Daisuke Ueda took a deep bow before Qin Guan and stretched out his hands sincerely . When Qin Guan shook his hands kindly, the Japanese model looked up at him in admiration . He felt extremely flattered . Japanese people admired power and only obeyed people with authority .
Singaporeans, on the other hand, were more cunning . They only cared about profit, and power and money governed over the fashion circle . Age and appeal meant nothing to them . They only liked to cooperate and compete against each other .
Meanwhile, the Korean model walked closer to Qin Guan . This was rare, as Koreans were usually unable to read a situation correctly . This model had been born and raised in America though . He had received standard American education, so his English was much better than his Korean .
Thanks to the American media, he knew all about Qin Guan's status in the fashion and entertainment circle .
The industry was no heaven . Stories about the complexity of human nature circulated among the handsome models .
Qin Guan had changed a lot through time . He was no longer the crazy model that had participated in the Chinese Fashion Week . Back then, he had accepted any offers he could get and left nothing for other models .
Now he had reached the top of the pyramid and was able to choose the best jobs, so there was enough work left for the struggling male models .
Everyone was grateful for his kindness .
The shining star left with his team amid the grateful gazes of his peers .
Far away from that noisy site, Qin Guan and his team found a good restaurant where they could have a party .
People had big dinners in France . The country had long enjoyed a good reputation for its delicious food, but finding delicious food at a reasonable price was really hard . French restaurants always charged too much .
If one travelled to Paris from far away, it would be a letdown for them to end up having dinner in Chinatown in District 13 . Qin Guan's keen nose detected a small restaurant in a narrow street in District 10 . A wonderful smell filled the entire street .
It was already 10:30 pm, so the restaurant welcomed their last wave of customers before closing time . The room was crowded with eight people .
A French girl with red cheeks and freckles walked over to them with a pencil .
"What would you like?"
Her English was poor . Despite the foreigners pouring into the city during the Paris Fashion Week, French citizens did not stoop so low as to learn English .
Qin Guan smiled warmly at her . "Where is the menu?" he asked in standard French .
The happy girl pointed at the paintings on the wall . "Right there!"
It was so simple!
"Beef, parsley and onion stew, served with a secret sauce . "
"Chicken with tarragon and lemon meatballs, fried in various sauces . "
"Mutton with cilantro, cumin and soy sauce, fried in alcoholic beverages . "
"Pork with fennel, red pepper meatballs and soup, the best choice for bread dipping . "
"The vegetarian meatballs are a perfect mixture of chickpeas and eggplant, so they are refreshing, but not greasy . "
There were various ingredients and cooking methods used . Everyone understood the menu thanks to Qin Guan, who translated it from French .
All the dishes cost a fixed 20 euros . For an extra five euros, one could get a soft drink and a portion of vegetables .
Everyone began feasting on the delicious meatballs . Even the restaurant's small bowls looked like artwork .
Each portion included five meatballs . When one cut them with their knife and fork, they could see steam rising from them . The tasty juice, spices and meat were a perfect match . This food was definitely worth the trip to France .
After dinner, they had some vegetables, fruit and cheese to clean their mouths . The soda bubbles in their glasses were twinkling like the stars in the sky of the strange city .
Hello, Paris, the place of any Chinese fashion designer and model's dreams .
Farewell, Paris . Qin Guan had changed the rules once again .
Chapter 745 The Strongest Becomes KingTranslator Lan Editor EfydatiaThey were freshmen from Japan, Singapore and the Republic of Korea who had been selected by Hermes thanks to Qin Guan . The show required six Asian models, six African models and some white models . The boys felt really lucky to be on the stage . The three Asian men expressed their gratitude and respect for Qin Guan . Their feelings had nothing to do with his age . They were only based on his achievements . Daisuke Ueda took a deep bow before Qin Guan and stretched out his hands sincerely . When Qin Guan shook his hands kindly, the Japanese model looked up at him in admiration . He felt extremely flattered . Japanese people admired power and only obeyed people with authority . Singaporeans, on the other hand, were more cunning . They only cared about profit, and power and money governed over the fashion circle . Age and appeal meant nothing to them . They only liked to cooperate and compete against each other . Meanwhile, the Korean model walked closer to Qin Guan . This was rare, as Koreans were usually unable to read a situation correctly . This model had been born and raised in America though . He had received standard American education, so his English was much better than his Korean . Thanks to the American media, he knew all about Qin Guan s status in the fashion and entertainment circle . The industry was no heaven . Stories about the complexity of human nature circulated among the handsome models . Qin Guan had changed a lot through time . He was no longer the crazy model that had participated in the Chinese Fashion Week . Back then, he had accepted any offers he could get and left nothing for other models . Now he had reached the top of the pyramid and was able to choose the best jobs, so there was enough work left for the struggling male models . Everyone was grateful for his kindness . The shining star left with his team amid the grateful gazes of his peers . Far away from that noisy site, Qin Guan and his team found a good restaurant where they could have a party . People had big dinners in France . The country had long enjoyed a good reputation for its delicious food, but finding delicious food at a reasonable price was really hard . French restaurants always charged too much . If one travelled to Paris from far away, it would be a letdown for them to end up having dinner in Chinatown in District 13 . Qin Guan s keen nose detected a small restaurant in a narrow street in District 10 . A wonderful smell filled the entire street . It was already 10 30 pm, so the restaurant welcomed their last wave of customers before closing time . The room was crowded with eight people . A French girl with red cheeks and freckles walked over to them with a pencil . What would you like Her English was poor . Despite the foreigners pouring into the city during the Paris Fashion Week, French citizens did not stoop so low as to learn English . Qin Guan smiled warmly at her . Where is the menu he asked in standard French . The happy girl pointed at the paintings on the wall . Right there It was so simple Beef, parsley and onion stew, served with a secret sauce . Chicken with tarragon and lemon meatballs, fried in various sauces . Mutton with cilantro, cumin and soy sauce, fried in alcoholic beverages . Pork with fennel, red pepper meatballs and soup, the best choice for bread dipping . The vegetarian meatballs are a perfect mixture of chickpeas and eggplant, so they are refreshing, but not greasy . There were various ingredients and cooking methods used . Everyone understood the menu thanks to Qin Guan, who translated it from French . All the dishes cost a fixed 20 euros . For an extra five euros, one could get a soft drink and a portion of vegetables . Everyone began feasting on the delicious meatballs . Even the restaurant s small bowls looked like artwork . Each portion included five meatballs . When one cut them with their knife and fork, they could see steam rising from them . The tasty juice, spices and meat were a perfect match . This food was definitely worth the trip to France . After dinner, they had some vegetables, fruit and cheese to clean their mouths . The soda bubbles in their glasses were twinkling like the stars in the sky of the strange city . Hello, Paris, the place of any Chinese fashion designer and model s dreams . Farewell, Paris . Qin Guan had changed the rules once again .
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