After receiving the notice from the staff, Lin Qingyuan took a bus from the hotel to the venue of the Louis Vuitton spring and summer men's wear show...
The Place Prince Edward in Paris was previously regarded as the Place Royal.
"There are so many people outside!" The assistant sighed as he lay on the car window and looked outside through the glass.
"Parisians are like this. They like this kind of tone that is related to fashion and romance." Lin Qingyuan also looked out the window. There were indeed a lot of onlookers on both sides of the road. Apparently they all wanted to go to Prince Edward, the venue for the LV show.
Go to the square to join in the fun.
"It's a pity that we can't do this..."
The assistant had followed Lin Qingyuan to Paris several times before, but as a result, besides work, she had no time to slow down the pace during the whole journey, stop and carefully experience the historical charm and exotic customs of Paris.
"Haha, if I really have the opportunity, I would also like to sit outside a cafe on the street in Paris, order a cup of the richest coffee, freshly baked croissants, spread with unsalted butter and strawberry jam, and enjoy the beautiful
French girls flirt with me."
Lin Qingyuan was a little emotional.
In the past two years, due to work, I have indeed missed too many opportunities to experience the beauty of the world.
Of course, he will not regret it, because stacking all these missed opportunities together will become a stepping stone for his career development to enter the next stage.
This is the key to his success.
I'm more talented than you, and I work harder than you, so why can't I be better than you?
Most artists understand this truth, but few can actually do it.
"It's a pity that you don't have this opportunity, boss." Xia Xin smiled playfully: "Because you are too busy."
The vehicle drove to Prince Edward Square and then slowly stopped under the command of on-site security personnel.
"Yeah, I'm too busy..."
But when he heard the deafening screams of the fans outside the car and saw the faces flushed with excitement for him, Lin Qingyuan laughed with relief again.
"But sometimes I actually enjoy this sense of busyness, which makes me feel very fulfilled."
Lin Qingyuan took the mirror handed over by Xia Xin and finally checked his makeup, hair and clothing.
At this time, he was ready to open the door and get out of the car to welcome domestic and foreign media and fans for review.
"I think what you enjoy, boss, is this feeling of being admired by everyone!"
"Aren't these two the same thing?" Lin Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "I've always thought so."
It's very hot outside the car, but it's as calm as water inside.
A thin layer of pitch black iron seems to separate two completely different worlds.
After receiving the instructions from the superior in the headset, the Louis Vuitton staff following the car immediately switched to English and said to Lin Qingyuan: "Lin, are you ready? We can get off the car and enter the venue at any time now."
"Now?" Lin Qingyuan turned to look out the window and found that the road that was originally bustling with flash lights was now completely empty.
It is self-evident for whom to clear the place.
"That's right, Lin, it's time for the new prince of our LVMH Group to return to Prince's Square!"
This white man with a big beard was sitting in the car, raising his arms and shouting. He looked even more excited than Lin Qingyuan.
In fact, this old man is not pretending. After all, as an employee of LV, he naturally knows how much the parent group LVMH values Lin Qingyuan, the Asian spokesperson, and even asked him to learn Chinese for a whole month in advance.
, just to satisfy Lin Qingyuan.
But my brother frowned when he started buying for the first time after meeting Lin Qingyuan, so he decisively switched back to English to communicate with Lin Qingyuan normally.
"Come on, brother, I'm not a prince. My Chinese fans call me the emperor." Lin Qingyuan waved his hand. He didn't want to become the second prince, nor did he want to be the first prince.
"King? Kaiser?" The bearded old man was a little surprised and a little stunned.
He didn't expect that Lin Qingyuan, who usually looked gentle and gentle, would be so arrogant when he spoke.
Chinese people are very humble, which is indeed the stereotype of China in the Western world.
In his opinion, the "pride" of Chinese people is something engraved in their bones.
The reason why others didn't see it was simply because Ao was covered up by Qian who was usually exposed.
"Emperor." Lin Qingyuan shook his head: "The emperor of China is called emperor."
"Cool, it's located near the Prince's Square, and it's true that only the emperor can enjoy this kind of treatment."
"So do you have the idea of opening a new Louis vuitton series line for me?" Lin Qingyuan couldn't help but joke.
"It's a good idea, but you know, it doesn't matter if I say it at my level, so I have to give feedback to my superiors later." The bearded man was also happy.
Lin Qingyuan turned down the volume of his headphones, and the song "Blame" that was played randomly was a bit noisy.
Of course, he would not admit that it was because the song was so touching that his emotions rose.
"Brother, what's your name?" Lin Qingyuan asked casually while adjusting the Bluetooth in his ear.
"What?" The bearded brother didn't understand why Lin Qingyuan suddenly asked for his name, but he still replied: "Pawar."
"Okay, Pawar, if the emperor series is really launched, I will contact you and send you a car of Louis Vuitton."
"But I'm just a small character, so it shouldn't be that easy to find..." Pawar was a little embarrassed.
"If there ever comes a day, I will fulfill my promise like a man, believe me." Lin Qingyuan's self-confidence is like an innate spiritual dictatorship.
"Then I hope that day comes soon." Pawar could clearly feel Lin Qingyuan's absolute confidence. He was really a very charming man.
Yan Jun sat aside and said nothing.
Like Lin Qingyuan, he also felt a little emotional.
If we say that Lin Qingyuan hides his edge in the country and treats others with humility.
So the way he appears in Paris at the moment may be his original appearance when he is not suppressed.
But it's not surprising.
After all, he calls himself the king of the world, so how could he be a good boy who is always humble and low-key?
............
"Shit! Lin is about to get off the car and come over, can't you squeeze to the side?" The thin reporter was anxious and squeezed hard into the inner circle, but the result was not satisfactory, "fxxk! Do you know Lin?
?This is related to my performance bonus this quarter!"
"Everyone here should have the same mission as you." The tall reporter shrugged, not taking him seriously at all.
Before coming, his leader gave him a death order, and he must take a set of high-quality photos of Lin Qingyuan before he can go back.
Therefore, he will not give up his position easily, because it is closely related to his job.
"He's right, brother, you're late. Although I feel very sorry for this, but should you also bear the consequences like a gentleman?" Another reporter also stood up as a pure passerby.
Speak.
"Fxxk! Fuck you gentleman! I'm from America!" the thin reporter scolded him very rudely.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him with very unkind looks, he quickly turned around and fled from here.
He was really not afraid, he just wanted to try to see if he could find a slightly better shooting location elsewhere and complete his shooting task today. He was really not afraid of being beaten.
And just when he was wandering around the outside of the crowd, trying to find opportunities to exploit...
A sharp female voice suddenly rang out, instantly igniting the entire Prince's Square.
"Omaga! It's Lin!"
"Lin's out!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!
"
"Make room for me quickly!"
"Oh my gosh! He's so good-looking!"
"Don't crowd! Don't crowd!"
The long-awaited media reporters, artist fans, and passers-by who were watching the excitement all began to scream and get excited.
Yes, just like Pawar said, the emperor has appeared.
The makeup artist worked hard today to design Lin Qingyuan with extremely high-end makeup, a deep, three-dimensional and angular face, a proud figure comparable to the top international male models, and deliberately thick eyebrows.
In the eyes of this group of foreigners, Lin Qingyuan, a representative figure of the thick-faced style in China, will find this man so stunning no matter which angle he looks at.
"holyshxx! This Asian boy is so damn handsome! How did he do all this?!"
"Lin is like this. If you know something about him before, you will know that he has been changing people's general perception of masculinity. And with all due respect, journalists in our profession should treat him more.
learn."
"He's right. Lin has completely changed my perception of the East. I was influenced by those SB media before, and I always thought they still had long braids over there! But when I saw it at the show last year
After Lin, I realized how ridiculous I was..."
"China is no longer the country it was a hundred years ago. Their current GDP and per capita consumption levels are soaring. This is the main reason why many big-name luxury brands such as Louis Vuitton are scrambling to seize the Asian market.
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"Perhaps after this show is over, I should have a comprehensive and new understanding of China."
"Putting aside the design concepts in recent years, Louis Vuitton at least made a very wise decision in choosing a brand spokesperson. The temperament of this spokesperson matches Louis Vuitton very well, and he has an absolutely blue-blooded aristocratic temperament! And he is also
It has the young street feel that new designers need.”
"Lin! Look here, look at the camera here, please, just for a moment! Please!"
"Xi Lin Qingyuan, please just take a look! Just look at the same thing here!"
"So who can tell me that the Asian model who walked past before is with this Lin?"
"Kris?"
"kris who?"
Lin Qingyuan had an expressionless expression on his face, maintaining a stern appearance and maintaining today's bking style at all times.
At one moment, he coordinated with the media reporters to take selfies, and at the next, he signed autographs and took photos with fans.
"Brother Yuan, can you sign your name?"
In an environment where languages from various countries are simmering in confusion, the familiar Chinese language appears particularly clear.
"Chinese?" Lin Qingyuan walked up to this group of Chinese-speaking Asian girls.
"I am Chinese, but in our team there are also Singaporeans, Thais, Neon people, South Koreans, and people from all over East and Southeast Asia." As soon as the excited leading girl finished speaking, the other girls behind her all started talking.
Batongue greeted Lin Qingyuan in unsophisticated Chinese.
"Hello, Nihao, Nihao..."
Hearing Chinese in a foreign country, a sense of intimacy arose spontaneously. Lin Qingyuan asked with a smile: "So are you all international students in Paris?"
"There are international students and friends who are already working." The girl nodded.
After hearing what she said, Lin Qingyuan noticed that several older sisters were also cheering for him in the team, so he smiled and waved to them, and the cheers suddenly became louder.
The leading girl smiled brightly: "They have been learning Chinese with us during this time."
"Really? No wonder you speak Chinese so well." Lin Qingyuan gave them a thumbs up.
He did not expect that there would actually be foreigners who would learn a language for their idols.