They had to design a formal outfit for the Venice Film Festival. If the design was extraordinary, Qin Guan would recommend the designer to Mr. Armani.
This would be an unprecedented honor for any designer. No one had any time to appreciate Qin Guan's beauty.
We're going to be famous!
Tim was happy to see that.
"Your beauty won't be invincible forever, Qin Guan. Good looks are nothing compared to fame and profit."
"Shall I take care of this, boss?" Han Zhujiu asked.
"No."
Qin Guan had to explain to Han Zhujiu the difference between a joke and an insult.
It was a miracle that Tim had survived so many years in the fashion circle.
The man had no idea how lucky he was. The next day, he went back to his old ways. As soon as the designers hung their creations up, he got to work.
"Wow! What's this? It looks like rubbish."
"It's a suit for a gentleman. What's that lace for? Qin Guan is married!"