Ten billion wealthy daughters

What Qingan transfers is the information of all designers and stylists under the age of 35 in the Louis Group. These people come from various countries, not only Chinese, French, but also British, Japanese, and even Indian and Arab. Yes, there are Kenya, Lebanon and the like.

Qing’an has no prejudice against nationality, and in many cases, people cannot be judged by their nationality—for example, a designer from Luxembourg may have been taught pure French since childhood. If Qing’an likes his fashion design If so, there will be no problem at all in the communication between the two.Even if you are an Indian, if you come from a wealthy high-caste family, you basically receive a top-level British education. If you are talented in fashion, it is not unacceptable.

Of course, it might be better if it is a designer from Huaxia and has a background of studying in Europe - but this is not necessarily the case.

Qing’an clicked on the pictures one by one, because the number of these designers is huge, in the first round, she chose the elimination method, that is, to take out the obvious designs that are not her favorite design style Stylists and designers are eliminated.

Although this method is stupid, seeing the huge database shrinking, Qing'an still has a sense of accomplishment; after the first round of screening, there are still more than 50 lists left in Qing'an's computer.

Xia Yuanting knocked on the door midway, originally wanting to talk to her about something, but saw her looking bitter and deep in thought, and swallowed back the words that came to her lips.

"Choose a stylist?" He asked casually.

"Yeah." Qing'an absent-mindedly replied to her second brother, "It's more difficult to weed out the ones you don't like."

"You can let your mother arrange it. You are exhausting yourself like this."

"I have a lot of time." Qing'an shook her head, "And I want to find a long-term partner."

Long-term partner?

Xia Yuanting nodded, crossed his chest, looked at the dazzling design on the computer: "Good luck!"

Qing'an looked back at him, with a wry smile on her face: "Pour me a glass of water."

Xia Yuanting shrugged his shoulders - he didn't mind Qing'an Zhi making him work, anyway in the Xia family, the status of a man was never very high.

I didn't see Xia Jin, a black-bellied, forbearing, wise and educated man, was so weak in front of his mother.

Not to mention the eldest brother, don't call him a younger sister who controls one, and can't do anything by himself, what can I do, what can I do?

Not to mention here, Xia Yuanting felt sad, went downstairs to pour water for Qing'an, here Qing'an also started the second round of screening, still eliminated, it was okay to remove that part, but it was not a list that he liked very much.

When Xia Yuanting water was brought up, Qing'an already had a happy face, and there were only about 20 people left in her computer.

"Do you want me to help?" Xia Yuanting asked.

"Do you need me to introduce you to your girlfriend?" Qing'an asked back.

Xia Yuanting's face darkened, and he subconsciously shook his body, as if there were bugs on it: "Of course you don't need it!"

"Then I don't need it either."

Just like the second brother doesn't like people interfering with his private life, Qingan also doesn't like people interfering with his choice this time.

How can a long-term stylist and designer be sloppy?

It must be that you really appreciate and like it, so the two of you should be destined.