748 Where Are My Shoes?

While Wang and the foreign buyer were talking about the product list happily, the man concentrated on the pillows under Qin Guan's body. The colorful pillows, which were embroidered with flowers, birds and Chinese characters, looked like artwork.

Before he could try to touch them, Qin Guan suddenly opened his eyes. The man stopped in fear.

"Do you want this? Here you go!"

Qin Guan pulled a few pillows from under his body. He gave the man one of each kind and then closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

The man burst into laughter at Qin Guan's strange behavior.

"Okay, that's enough. I have to take a careful look. Your model's hard work certainly demands it."

Wang, who didn't feel ashamed at all, answered politely, "Of course, take your time. Our staff is as professional as our products."

Ye Dong couldn't help but admire the girl. She would make a good politician.

Thus, they received their first big order at the fair.

Suppliers for 240 international stores ordered 72,000 pieces, with an average of 300 pieces per store. This included 18 kinds of products made by Chinese manufacturers.

Everybody was really happy to make money. Their first success increased their self-confidence.

Are our products too outdated for the international market? Could our skills and machines take the lead on an international level?

Do our manufacturers have an advantage over our competitors? Are our patterns too boring?

Chinese people liked to learn from other people's strong points and make up for their weaknesses. That's what they planned on doing at the fair as well.

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye. Qin Guan woke up in the noisy hall and stretched out.

"Wow! That was wonderful! What time is it, Wang?"

"Fifteen minutes before closing."

"What?" Qin Guan sat up in surprise and saw his assistant squatting next to him like a guardian.

"Did Ye Dong make any arrangements for me? Some small show, maybe?"

"You did it by yourself just now. Everything is okay."

"You mean my sleeping?"

"Yes!" Wang turned around with sparkling eyes. "It was perfect! Ye said that you could go on sleeping tomorrow."

What a wonderful trip! I get free dinner and free accommodation! Qin Guan bounced up from the ground.

"Let's go! Where is Guo Nuoyan?"

"I'm here. Wait for me! We can leave together!"

Guo pulled a large weaved bag towards Qin Guan with a proud smile on his face.

"Where were you the whole day?"

"My boss gave me a secret assignment."

Qin Guan suddenly realized that his shoes were not by the end of the blanket anymore.

"Where are my shoes?"

"What shoes? Everyone put their shoes on this shelf when they came in to check out the products." Wang pointed at a shelf behind them.

"I didn't know. I just put them here by the blanket."

Wang and Guo looked at that spot, which was a small path for shuttling customers and employees, when they suddenly heard Qin Guan cry out.

"My Hermes shoes! This was my first day wearing them! They were a gift from Coco Chanel! They cost 10,000 yuan!"

Wang and Guo looked at the heavy bags in their hands. What shall we do about him?

Meanwhile, Ye Dong, who had just returned from another section of the fair, burst into laughter. He actually took a picture to remember this moment.

So did Wang, who saved the precious photo on her phone.

In the photos, Qin Guan looked gentle and elegant in his white suit. Of course, one had to ignore his tearful eyes, messy hair and stomping feet. Poor guy!

After laughing, Ye Dong, who was a reliable man, solved the problem by getting Qin Guan a pair of big wooden shoes from a Dutch stand.