The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

"The life of a gangster from a gun shop (

"Hey Thomas. Do you have colleagues over there in Ukraine now?"

After Diana got off the bus at the entrance of the hotel, Ye Qing looked at Thomas and asked.

"Of course, I will pay extra for the service."

"Sorry, you should ask our boss about this. However, if you are willing to pay, I don't think he has any reason to refuse."

Thomas heard the whole conversation between Ye Qing and Diana.

As a professional bodyguard, he didn't care what Ye Qing wanted to do with Diana in the future. Because it has nothing to do with them...

From this point of view, professional bodyguards and lawyers are quite similar.

One is to protect the personal safety of the employer, and the other is to protect the safety of the employer's interests. As long as they don't break the law, they don't care what the employer does.

"Okay, I know!"

After replying to Thomas, Ye Qing took out his mobile phone and sent Jin Bolei a WeChat message.

At the same rhythm as before, the other party still responded in seconds. Seeing that it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening outside, Ye Qing had no choice but to praise his professionalism.

After hearing Ye Qing's request, Jin Bolei agreed decisively. It's not a hassle to send a spare perimeter employee on a trip to Ukraine to find out.

In particular, the target that needs to be inquired is not a big person...

Even in the face of Ye Qing's "million-euro" big customer, Kimberley said that this service is provided free of charge. After the people come back, Ye Qing will reimburse the expenses of food, lodging and transportation on the way.

Ye Qing naturally agreed to such a small reasonable request.

The next afternoon after school, Ye Qing went to the hotel where Diana stayed on the way home. After paying the other party's room fee for three more days, he left a little money to the front desk of the hotel and asked her to transfer it to Diana before returning to his apartment.

"Ahh!! The **** gun stock, the **** anti-skid squares!"

The forging of the barrel was finished yesterday, and now all that remains to be done is the engraving of the metal pieces and the inconspicuous anti-slip line scratches on the stock.

It is impossible to repair this damage without the help of the system. But if only covering this part of the damage, Ye Qing felt that the original anti-skid square was destroyed. Then along the cut marks, re-engraved a pattern, or some sentences should be enough to deal with.

"Hey, Thomas. What do you Westerners usually say at a funeral?"

Thinking of the final destination of this gun, Ye Qing asked tentatively.

"What do I have to say? Everyone's eulogy is different, Catholics and Protestants. In general, it's the priest's interpretation of the life of the deceased based on what's in the Bible. And , but also to obtain the approval of the family of the deceased in advance..."

Thomas was taken aback by Ye Qing's mindless question.

"And it's not fixed. Some eulogies are not from the Bible, not even from any religious books, but made up by the priest himself..."

"What about an example? Like something you've heard of, or something you know of?"

I made it myself... made my own...

For some reason, Ye Qing always felt inexplicably happy when he heard Thomas's words.

"You were born and you lived to pass on that psalm of hope, forever and ever, to dedicate this tear to you, this is a new language of love, and we will thank you for the dreams and happy days you gave me."

"How about this paragraph? Two years ago, when my grandfather died, I heard..."

Thomas asked tentatively.

"Uh, very good. However, is there a shorter one? It's better to be the same as the poem in "Flying Birds", a very short, more artistic eulogy? Or it's not called a eulogy, anyway, that's the one Such a sentence, I need to find the right one to engrave on this **** gun!"

Ye Qing shrugged and pointed at the rifle **** lying on the temporary workbench in the living room.

"The first letter of this sentence is preferably L, H, F, and the first stroke is a long, upright letter."

"Please, let me go... I'm not a **** poet, or a church priest. If I did well in school, do you think I'd be a bodyguard now?"

Either you're crazy, or I'm crazy!

Thomas was about to cry without tears when asked by Ye Qing...

What do you take me for? ! ! There are still so many requirements, I have such a level, is it not good for me to be a writer?

Why risk your life to be a bodyguard!

"It makes sense... Then I'll ask someone else!"

Ye Qing was speechless when he heard Thomas' rebuttal...

Poems and words are one of the oldest artistic traditions, just like art and music. People who don't feel, just don't feel. Anything you say is insipid...

After frowning and thinking for half an hour, I smoked half a pack of cigarettes...

Ye Qing looked at the piece of paper in front of him, the level was comparable to the eulogy of "horse, four legs; sea, all water", and crumpled the piece of paper that contained the dregs of words as if venting.

Then draw a beautiful parabola~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and throw it in the trash...

This rounded parabola is Ye Qing's last stubbornness as an engineering dog!

After pulling out the business card that Mr. Fred left to him, Ye Qing called.

Since I can't think of it, find a ready-made one!

"Hello? Mr. Ye? How about that gun?"

Looking at the unfamiliar number on the phone's caller ID, Fred immediately guessed who was on the other side. With an uneasy mood, Fred asked with a trembling voice.

"The barrel is finished and I'm getting ready to deal with the flaw on the stock."

Ye Qing heard the other party's nervousness, smiled and fed Fred a reassurance before continuing.

"This is how it is now..."

"Okay, thank you for giving me an hour, I'll find the eulogy and send it to you right away!"

After listening to Ye Qing's thoughts, he heard that the barrel of the gun had been dealt with. Fred hung up the phone happily, and then hurriedly called the servants at home, instructing them to contact the priests in the surrounding churches as quickly as possible to ask for condolences.

Forty minutes later, Fred carefully selected back and forth among the answers returned by everyone. Look at this one, and look at that one.

After struggling for almost ten minutes, Fred finally chose a piece of paper and held it in front of him, and called Ye Qing.

On that piece of paper was written:

Flowersneedsunshine,,,,tearsmaydry,butmyfriendshipwithyouwillneverdie.

(Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, and all the angels in the sky know I need you. Years may fly by, tears may dry up, but my friendship with you will never fade away.)