Volume 252 Miracles Happen Every Year

The big wheels of the entertainment industry did not stop because of Qin Guan's popularity on the Internet.

The Silver Eagle Art Festival is about to open, and everyone is busy preparing for such a feast. At this time, the entertainment circle also routinely makes way for the Silver Eagle Festival, giving the public a calm buffer period before the end of this feast.

But Wang Jing, who didn't play cards according to common sense, made a move, just two days before the Silver Eagle Art Festival.

The overwhelming news about Qin Guan rushed into the major mainstream websites, allowing this well-known Internet celebrity to quickly secure the top spot.

Netizens on the Internet were surprised to see a small voting section on the homepages of major portals.

Instead of the colorful color rendering, the color of Qin Guan's cover photo in the first issue of vogue was used instead.

This stylish and mysterious black-and-white picture is quite conspicuous among the colorful news.

A few simple black words on a white background are surprisingly harmonious with the main color: Mr. Fashion Asia, looking forward to your vote.

Curious netizens clicked in, Mr. Fashion Asia, doesn’t it sound so tall?

When everyone clicked into the introduction area of ​​the second-level page, they were quite disappointed.

Inside, through Qu Xuemei's channel, they obtained the information of 20 models from various countries who were selected as Mr. Esquire this time, and the 20 photos were neatly stacked on the same page.

The nationality and age are marked at the bottom of the photo, and clicking on the corresponding picture shows the candidate's resume, height, body dimension, and endorsement brand.

The new concept of online voting made netizens feel very interesting, but unfortunately the buttons under the voting area of ​​each photo are gray.

At the bottom, there is a line of obvious marking: the voting date is January 1-3, 2002. It turns out that it hasn't started yet, and this is just a warm-up for voting.

Some people will laugh off the news on the Internet as a joke, but there are always many serious children.

The unfamiliar model circle made these netizens feel curious, and the beautiful photos are also so beautiful that they are not like ordinary people.

Chinese netizens have discovered a very serious problem. Among the candidates for Mr. Esquire in Asia, there are only two Chinese. For a country with a large population, this ratio is too low.

Many people secretly made a decision, because Qin Guan was the only person they knew inside, and they wanted to support him.

As for the unfamiliar Shao Xiaobing, he was automatically ignored by the netizens.

Qu Xuemei looked at the voting section on the webpage in doubt, and touched her chin in doubt.

The promotion of this news is not as strong as she imagined. What is Wang Jingcao thinking?

'Ringling...' The ringing of the phone made Qu Xuemei put away her thoughts temporarily. Qin Guan's current situation is much better than she originally imagined, so let's get busy with her own affairs first.

Qu Xuemei thought well, and Wang Jingcao naturally had a plan in mind.

She originally wanted to send an image consultant to help Qin Guan create the red carpet look for the Silver Eagle Art Festival, but then she realized that Sister Xue, who was born in that circle, was by her side so that Qin Guan's clothes for external occasions had never been the same. Nothing went wrong.

For Qin Guan, who made his debut, it is safest to dress in a well-regulated manner.

Men's dresses are nothing more than those types, and they are not idols who murdered film by sensationalism. Black and white are the most appropriate.

All the preparations before the meeting were ready, and a few people flew to Changsha, and the art festival opened on time on the 5th.

When Qin Guan was busy putting on the custom-made dresses in the hotel, he was booked in by a group of strange people in Internet cafes in many places.

A sturdy-looking man looked with satisfaction at the fact that the Internet cafe, which could accommodate a hundred people, was already full of people he recruited to do part-time jobs.

When everyone sat down in the plane according to the allocated numbers, the man in the lead cleared his throat and gave instructions to the people in the arena in a loud voice.

"Attention everyone. Today, your only job is to vote. Someone will give you the voting steps and list later. Do you see this?"

The big man pointed to a small 15-inch TV hanging in the Internet cafe, and turned on the remote control: "I can see everything clearly. After a while, the TV will start counting the votes for each award."

"While waiting for the countdown to vote, you guys waited for the host to say: The countdown has started! Then you voted desperately for me online, do you understand?"

The people at the bottom hesitated a bit, and the bolder one lifted up the thin sweater pinned to his belt, and asked, "Brother, this job only takes a few minutes, how can it be compared to the original one?" Is it the same as agreed, will you give me a salary of 15 yuan a day?"

The burly man looked at this rather thin man with disdain. His smelly messy hair and wrinkled clothes showed his Internet addiction characteristics everywhere.

He grinned, and said to the people present with bewitching words: "Not only will you be paid, but it will be calculated according to the working hours. We will not let you go hungry, and we will also provide you with a boxed meal. This job requires a lot of money." If you work for four days, I will not lose you."

When the part-timers in front of the computer heard such words, they felt a little ready to move. This is a good job, but it only delays their online time for a few hours, which is not a loss.

The personnel of an Internet cafe are in place like this, and at the same time, similar scenes are staged in different large and small Internet cafes at the same time...

Such a strange phenomenon did not only happen in Internet cafes. At this time, the host of the opening ceremony was already sitting in the dressing room, and the busy backstage staff were shuttling around the venue.

In the conference room of the organizing committee, it was like cold water dripping into a hot oil pan, and it exploded.

A TV producer with a flushed face was holding a thick stack of ballot papers in his hand, and roared loudly at the person in charge of the organizing committee.

"Don't tell me about the new rules, you didn't do it like this! I have won the Silver Eagle Award three times in a row, and I know the rules better than you!"

"Yes! The Silver Eagle Award is not as valuable as Feitian and May Day, but it is a large domestic award after all. If you continue to mess around like this, watch out for the industry's backlash!"

"I haven't seen it yet. Where is the voting list bundled! I paid for the votes for the operation, why should I pay for others?"

"I just want to vote for my TV series for the Excellence Award, and you also give me three as a bonus?"

"If the three blanks are not filled, it is considered a waste ticket? I have spent a hundred thousand on the operation of the Silver Eagle Award, and the three production crews are just taking advantage of it for nothing! Do you think I have been taken advantage of? I am not paying attention to the rules. !"

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