Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming

Qin Guan paused. Famous brands were harder to approach than ordinary studios. They received a large number of resumes every day and couldn’t afford to interview every model.

The boxes had to be their way to save time for both sides.

Qin Guan smiled at the girl and then turned around to head for the boxes.

"Hey, leave your resume here. I’ll deliver it."

The girl stood up from her desk. A voice was repeating in her mind, "Stop that Asian boy!"

She seemed to sense his history. That model was different. How could she describe it? She could only use the word "charming".

"Okay! Thank you for your help."

Surprisingly, Qin Guan handed his resume to her. It was an advantage to leave it to the receptionist instead of throwing it in the box.

"Hey!" The girl stopped him again. "How is your English?"

She thought he was an Asian adventurer. Qin Guan smiled at her. "Not bad. At least we had a pleasant talk just now."

Qin Guan left, leaving the dizzy girl behind him.

The girl read his resume carefully and put the file on the most noticeable place on her desk, for fear that she would forget it when the assistant came.

Qin Guan visited five famous brands in that building, but got similar results. He was experiencing the strictness of the circle.

Qin Guan was a cockroach though, so he wouldn’t be crushed easily. He knew he couldn’t rely on big brands, so he chose some small studios around the square as his next destination.

He looked at the time and decided to find Xu and head together to his next destination.

He found Xu scratching his ears and cheeks in embarrassment in front of a chessboard. He was surrounded by a group of old men.

New York put a lot of emphasis on city parks. Even in the crowded Manhattan area, there were about five small parks, not including Central Park.

Those parks were an entertainment venue for retired people. Because of their clumsiness, chess was their favorite game.

Influenced by his grandfather, Xu was attracted by chess players. There were also small bets made on the games, about one to five dollars a game.

Unfortunately, Xu had overestimated his ability and underestimated his opponents. He had lost several rounds along with all his money.

Irritated, Xu grabbed Qin Guan. "Help me, bro! Can you play chess?"

"Not that well," Qin Guan blurted out.

The old men sighed in relief. That boy looks clever. Thank god he is not a good player.

"Lend me some change. Ten dollars, maybe. I have to finish this round. I have to win at least once."

Qin Guan dag for coins in his pocket as he looked at the chessboard. It seemed like Xu wouldn’t get his five dollars back even in 50 years.

Time was pressing though. He couldn’t spend his whole day off in the park.

Qin Guan stopped at the thought. He broke the rule that a true gentleman should remain silent while watching a chess game. Foreigners hadn’t heard of that rule anyway. Fortunately, they were in New York. If this had been Beijing, the old men would have kicked them with their canes.

Qin Guan started whispering to Xu. After several rounds, Xu won his first game.

He smiled like silly at the bills as he was pulled away by Qin Guan. The old men were about to say something.

Qin Guan knew what they wanted to say. He didn’t look back. He had helped a player cheat after all.

The crowd parted, making a path for them. That boy could play chess blindly! Even against the three of us! We better keep silent about it.

Qin Guan and Xu Xiaoxiao walked away. They could still hear the applause behind them. It seemed that good boys were welcome everywhere.

"How did your interviews go?"

"No idea. I just left my resume there. The next studios are more important."

"Really? May I be your assistant?"

Qin Guan looked at him carefully and blinked with effort. "No, thank you. It’ll just take a few minutes."

"Okay."