The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

That night, old Bowman seemed to have opened the conversation. Together with Benjamin, who had recovered from the photo, the three drank black tea and chatted until after eight o'clock in the evening.

Old Portman was a very typical old-fashioned Commonwealth. Since his son was killed by terrorists, he has particularly supported the federal army. Although he knew in his heart that the federal garrison in the Middle East, fighting terrorist organizations was just an excuse and a piggybacking job. But he still looks forward to the day when the terrorist organization is completely wiped out.

Perhaps it was also because of his attention to the federal army that three years ago, one day, he met a soldier he had interviewed when he was young. But now, the other party can only live on the streets. Looking at the desolate old homeless man with a stench on his body.

Old Portman was stunned, even though he knew that the federal government had been doing a bad job in the placement of veterans. But that's just a concept, far from reality that can give him such a strong impact.

He invited the veteran to lunch and gave him all the cash he had. After returning home, old Portman was still unable to combine the foul-smelling tramp with the young face full of sunshine and fighting spirit.

Since then, there has been one more thing in old Portman's life. He began to pay attention to the situation of the veterans, and he would take pictures of them, go to the VA, and even occasionally chat with the homeless on the street.

Over the past three years, he has photographed many desolate veterans. He also saw how many veterans were fired during times of heightened anti-war sentiment. He wrote letters to magazines and newspapers and sent articles. But none of them could be drafted. Gradually, Old Portman couldn't do anything. He is also tired.

Until today, he met Ye Qing. Seeing them running around on Benjamin's business and not earning a single cent. In them, there is no anti-war prejudice against the military, nor the exploitative psychology of extremists. This made old Portman feel very gratified.

Ye Qing was surprised when Old Portman said the question at first. He grew up in the country since he was a child, and he really couldn't understand the emergence of such a situation. Naturally, he could not comment.

"I'm just a businessman. I don't need to worry about whether I'm against the war or not. Hiring Conn, Harris, and other veterans, it's just that they are more familiar with guns than ordinary people and can do their jobs better."

This was Ye Qing's answer at the time, very sincere. And this kind of answer undoubtedly made Old Portman very satisfied until Ye Qing left. Old Portman's face was full of smiles.

"Boss, you've come back. Some guests left after hearing that you weren't here. For those who haven't left, I can only make some pure wine or beer for them, and put the money on the table inside the bar."

Ye Qing, who had just parked the car and walked into the store with two boxes, saw Harris rushing in front of him as if he had seen a savior.

"OK, thank you for your hard work, Harris. The extra two hours are considered overtime. I'll take a break tomorrow. How about coming back two hours later?"

"It's great, so I can sleep in late tomorrow. By the way, I'll write it down on a sticky note now that guests need a cocktail. Then I'll go first, goodbye, Riley!"

Looking at Harris who was excited after work, Ye Qing also smiled. Of the three employees in the store, Riley was too quiet, and Conn was older. Only this Harris is no more than two years older than himself. Looking at him, Ye Qing also felt very relaxed.

While saying hello to Riley, Ye Qing walked into the bar. After putting the two boxes away, Ye Qing bent down to look at the sticky notes stuck to the edge of the bar.

Pieces of post-it notes line up the cocktails that the guests need in chronological order. The paid and unpaid are also marked. This made Ye Qing reaffirm that Harris was careful.

After putting on the apron, Ye Qing started her own performance.

Ye Qing's bartending movements are very fancy, but the speed is not slow at all. It took no more than twenty minutes to prepare the wine ordered by all the guests. Of course, there are also reasons why customers don't order many cocktails.

When serving wine, Ye Qing didn't bother Laili. Instead, he served it to the guests in person. While observing the source of the guests, Ye Qing also expressed his apology to the guests for being late today.

Fortunately, most of the guests were repeat customers who brought friends here after tasting Ye Qing's craftsmanship yesterday. He was very generous to Ye Qing, the excellent bartender and owner.

What's more interesting is that Ye Qing found a little girl who used to ask him for cigarettes among the guests at the table. At first, he was still a little unsure, but when he saw the other party dodging his eyes again, Ye Qing affirmed his discovery.

It looks like it was brought here by friends. And her friends did not exceed Ye Qing's expectations, they all looked young, and they definitely wouldn't be good students in their dress.

But Ye Qing didn't care about that either. He just had to pay attention to whether ATF inspectors came to the door. After all, in the Silver Eagle Federation, people under the age of 21 are not allowed to drink alcohol.

Thinking about these messy things, Ye Qing walked back to the bar ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After briefly tidying up the console, Ye Qing took out a cigarette and prepared to order one. After chatting with Old Portman for so long, Ye Qing already wanted to smoke, but considering Old Portman's body, Ye Qing has endured it until now.

"Hey, man. Want one?"

Sitting on the high stool next to the bar was a man drinking alone, with a Chinese-style courtesy. Ye Qing pulled out a cigarette and placed it in front of the man.

"Oh, thank you. My name is Mike, Mike Blair. I live in the apartment across the street."

The man was obviously taken aback by Ye Qing's handing over the cigarette, and he did not refuse immediately. While lighting a cigarette, he introduced himself. It just looks like he doesn't smoke. He took a puff of cigarette and coughed several times.

"Ye Qing, the owner and bartender here. It looks like you don't know how to smoke. If you're uncomfortable, don't force it. I'm taking the liberty."

Ye Qing looked at the other side, and while introducing herself, she turned around and brought a glass of soda to Mike.

"Drink some water and rinse your mouth."

"Cough, thank you. I'm fine.... Cough, I mean, you didn't take the liberty. You make me feel very warm, yes, like a friend."

The man's incoherent words made Ye Qing a little confused. What is this all about?

"Okay, I think we should be friends now. But friends don't need to please each other. If you're really not used to it, put down your cigarettes. It won't affect our friendship, will it?"

Seeing that the other party was obviously dying, he was still unwilling to put out the cigarette in his hand. Ye Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in his heart, wouldn't he bring out another smoker...

Speaking of which, the three roommates in the university were all brought by themselves to learn to smoke...

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