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.