Emergency

Among a whirlwind of office workers, white shirts, suit pants, golden-framed glasses and card holders was a talented young man, sitting behind an ordinary desk.

The director looked around at his staff. "Remember the sequence?" he asked.

The girls nodded with a serious expression.

The director waved at them. "Three, two, camera!"

Qin Guan got to work right away, working like a robot among the towering files.

"Intensive work and pressure are bad for your skin. The oil blocks the pores..."

The voiceover paused. Qin Guan looked up from his documents tiredly. He seemed worried about his skin, like any ordinary IT worker.

"The girls pay no attention to you..."

Two models walked over nervously. As greenhands, they didn't know how to express their scorn. They just used their body language.

Their necks were bent forward, and their noses were pointed to the sky.

Qin Guan raised his eyebrows sadly and grimaced.