The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

"Then why didn't you ask him to make your dress? Is it because of this?"

After Ye Qing heard Benjamin's words, she turned her head to look at the photo. He asked with some doubts, if Benjamin asked old Bowman to make a custom dress, then I believe that there would be no order that was missed.

"I have looked for him. To tell you the truth, the first target I looked for was him. It's just that the current dress is a little tight in order to set off the figure. Old Portman insisted not to make this kind of dress. He is a Old and stubborn! Also unwilling to follow the trend of the market."

Benjamin nodded, there was a bit of indifference in his words.

"Who do you say is stubborn?!"

Ye Qing hadn't spoken yet, when Old Portman, who went upstairs to get something, suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

"I don't change my military uniforms a lot here. It's just some old friends who come to take care of them occasionally. Your kid is too low-level, but it took me a lot of time to find something that corresponds to your identity."

The words with a gun and a stick are undoubtedly used to rebuke Benjamin who just said he was stubborn. This made Ye Qing want to laugh a little, but the old stubborn didn't see it, but the old urchin must be a little bit.

"Ye, are you looking at the photos? What do you think?"

After saying a word to Benjamin, Old Portman said to Ye Qing with a smile. There is a hint of pride and a hint of regret in the tone, as if an artist is showing the guests a work that he feels is not perfect.

"It's great, it looks very sensual and elegant. I'm sorry, I don't know photography, so I can't make a good comment."

Ye Qing expressed her feelings very sincerely. It was only quickly interrupted by old Bowman.

"There's nothing to understand or not understand. A photo is taken for people to see. As long as the person who sees it thinks it looks good, then it's a good photo."

While talking, Old Portman sat down at the workbench. Pick up the cutting knife and cut the rank, division and other marks belonging to Conn on Conn's dress.

"Even when I was a military reporter, I took some photos. If I didn't know the story, those photos weren't good, but it was still a good photo. Today's photography technology is getting better and better, but things are too artificially prescribed. More. As a person, I don’t like to follow those rules, and if there are too many rules, it will also restrict people’s creativity.”

When Old Portman complained, Ye Qing shrugged noncommittally. After all, such dialectical philosophical issues are not within the scope of his research as a science student at all.

While listening to Old Portman's broken thoughts, Ye Qing continued to watch the photos taken by Old Portman.

Old Portman moved quickly, and it could be seen that he was actually very familiar with the uniforms of the Federation. With the humming of the sewing machine, old Portman changed his dress. There was no idea of ​​asking Benjamin to try it, so he threw the clothes directly to Benjamin.

"These things, please take them back to Mr. Conn. This is a memorial he once dedicated to this country."

The military rank badges, skill badges and other small badges removed from the military uniform were not discarded. Instead, take them back behind the counter with a little solemnity and find a small wooden box and a red flannel cushion. Then he took out scissors, cut the mat into a suitable size and placed it in a small wooden box, and then handed Ye Qing the wooden box containing Kangen's seal.

"Thank you, I'll return them to Conn tomorrow."

Seeing Old Portman's actions, Ye Qing was a little moved. The original seal on Conn's dress was something that even he ignored, but he didn't want Old Portman to notice it, and seemed to take it seriously.

It is said that people gather together in groups, and I saw old Portman's performance like this. Ye Qing believed that when Kang En found out, he would also feel that he did not help the wrong person.

"Okay, the business is over. Ye, I just found out that you have been looking at photos. Are you interested in photography?"

After finishing his work, Old Portman picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Ye Qing and the two of them, and then asked slowly.

"Oh, thank you. I just need it for work. I just applied for the online store this afternoon. I need to take pictures of firearms and upload them. I just saw that these product photos you took are very interesting, so I want to see more and learn from them."

After drinking the black tea in the cup, Ye Qing said with a smile. At the same time, I am also looking forward to whether the other party can give me some advice. Even if Old Portman is not a full-time photographer, a reporter is a profession that often deals with cameras, and he can always understand a little more than a pure layman himself.

"These photos are just like that. The most important thing is to want a good photo, a good camera, and a suitable angle. But the camera now is much better than the M3 we used back then, and the other is to find the angle. I also I can't say anything, I didn't study photography specifically, and when I took these photos, it was more inspiration."

After Old Portman finished speaking, he suddenly put down the teacup in his hand and got up.

"Come on, you two come with me."

After Ye Qing and Benjamin looked at each other suspiciously, they still got up and followed Old Portman to the attic.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Old Portman didn't look back. He walked straight to the door of a room, opened the door, and motioned for the two to go in with him.

"Old Portman, that's why you never let me in when you were young?!"

Not to mention that Benjamin was stunned, even Ye Qing was stunned for a moment. The walls of the entire room are full of photos in clips. And most of these photos are photos of stumps and broken arms. The protagonists in the photo are all wearing camouflage uniforms.

"Yes, these are all photos taken during the Vietnam War. I took them myself, I saw them with my own eyes. So boy, tomorrow you will officially become a federal officer. But I I want to tell you, what is war? Don't treat it as a child's play, you must pay attention to protect yourself."

Old Portman looked at the pictures on the wall, his pupils were a little dilated. He seemed to be stuck in the memories of his youth, but he soon woke up. After a heavy sigh, he spoke to Benjamin.

Just when Ye Qing was wondering why Old Portman taught Benjamin to drag her on, Old Portman spoke again.

"Ye, come here. These are the old man's collections over the years. Look at this grass-green M3. It was given to me by the army when I was a reporter with the army."

After Old Portman finished speaking, he looked at Benjamin, whose eyes were immersed in the photo. After greeting Ye Qing, he opened a box next to it, revealing the camera inside, and pointed to one of the cameras whose surface had mottled paint and even had potholes.

"For a military reporter like me, the camera is our weapon and our most loyal partner. Ye, this Leica S is for you. It used to be my son's partner, but he died in Afghanistan."

"No, it's too expensive. I can't have it."

Ye Qing keenly heard the difference between "he" and "it" in Old Portman's mouth. Since it was the relic of old Boman's son, Ye Qing quickly declined.

"I'm getting old and I can't use this new digital camera either. It's a waste to keep it with me, and it just so happened that you helped little Jemin today. And you've hired veterans, so it's a deal. I To give it to you, in addition to thank you, I also hope to hire more veterans when you have a successful career. Many veterans in the Commonwealth have had a miserable life."

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