The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

That night, Ye Qing stayed at Duke's auto repair shop until after four in the morning.

After gradually letting go, Ye Qing also accepted Duke's group from the bottom of his heart.

As Duke described, this group of former gang members experienced the betrayal of the gang. They all woke up, but when they went out with tattoos all over their bodies, all they saw was the contempt of people hidden under fear.

I have to say that Duke is a very idealistic person. In some ways, he's a good boss, but not a good boss. Because from the gangster's point of view, Duke is clearly not qualified.

Duke and the others tried their best to whitewash it, hoping to have a party in the sunshine without having to face people's discriminatory eyes. After years of hard work, it works, but the effect is very weak.

Except that people in their neighborhood who knew them were no longer afraid of them and no longer discriminated against them. More people still hold prejudice against them.

And he asked Ye Qing for the source of his ideas, in addition to his personal experience in Ye Qing's store. After seeing Ye Qing make a blue-and-white porcelain rifle with his own eyes today, Duke decided that Ye Qing's future business would not be bad.

He also hopes that when Ye Qing's business expands, he can give his brothers a chance. Hire them to work for Ye Qing.

A normal and legal job, plus a relatively familiar shop, and not discriminating against their customers. Both material and spiritual needs can be met.

Saying goodbye to Duke who brought him back, Ye Qing smiled a little self-deprecatingly as he walked towards the store.

Some time ago, when the old Bowman gave himself a Leica camera, he hoped that he could hire more veterans, and now Duke hopes to hire his brothers.

Ye Qing always had the illusion that this group of people believed more than herself that they could become bigger and stronger in the future.

Could it be that they know they have a system? !

Ye Qing hurriedly shook his head, throwing this terrifying thought to the back of his head. Push open the back door of the store, prepare to put in the blue and white porcelain M70 placed on the shooting range, and then wash and sleep as soon as possible.

But when Ye Qing pushed the door open and saw the scene outside the shop, he suddenly regained his spirits.

In the early morning of early autumn, due to the temperature difference between day and night. A layer of mist gradually formed outside, and in the distance shrouded in mist, the rising sun shone red on the horizon. Above the orange-red horizon, a faint blue sky appeared in the darkness, and a bright moon that had not yet faded was hanging in the air.

This beautiful scene of alternating morning and evening made Ye Qing instantly think of a blue-and-white porcelain rifle. hazy! Newborn! Gorgeous!

Almost completely fit the characteristics of the blue and white porcelain rifle! Looking at the background board made in heaven, Ye Qing hurriedly ran into the studio and took out the Leica camera.

Then he took out the bracket used to fix the clay embryo, and placed the blue-and-white porcelain rifle outside. Immediately following, pick up the camera, find an upward looking angle from the bottom side, and take a sharp shot.

It is said that expensive things are not necessarily good, but good things must be expensive. Ye Qing looked at the photos taken by this camera with a value of nearly 150,000, but he couldn't find any flaws that could be corrected.

Under the influence of the angle, the blue and white porcelain rifle in the photo. Covered by a mist, the rising sun at the bottom hit the gun, reflecting a slightly dark blue and white pattern.

The looming blue and white, the looming rifle. Against the background of the blue sky, this rifle does not seem to belong to the world. This time, it was just a glimpse!

After Ye Qing finished taking pictures, she packed up her rifle and camera. Ye Qing was lying on the bed, tossing and turning excitedly, her eyes couldn't be separated from the dozen or so photos just transferred from her phone.

Gradually, I don't know when. Ye Qing fell asleep, and the phone fell to the side at will...

At ten o'clock in the morning, Ye Qing was woken up by the phone ringing. After walking downstairs in a daze to open the door to Conn and Harris, Ye Qing continued to go upstairs to sleep under the suspicious eyes of the two.

When he woke up again, it was past two in the afternoon. After going to the bathroom to wash his face and sober his face, Ye Qing took out his mobile phone and ordered a pizza delivery.

Then he walked downstairs in a slightly confused way and said hello to Harris who was sitting at the bar.

"Hey, Harris. Conn, where's the man?"

"He's leading the students in the back. By the way, boss, did you stay up all night yesterday?"

Looking at Ye Qing with a tired face, Harris's tone was full of ambiguity. At the same time, a pair of eyebrows were raised exaggeratedly.

"Yes, after leaving the kiln in the early morning yesterday, I went out for a drink with Duke again. By the way, please warm me a glass of milk, thank you."

Sitting on the high stool next to the bar, Ye Qing took out her phone while watching Harris pouring milk. First upload the photo of the blue and white porcelain rifle to your own INS, as well as social networks such as Twitter.

After thinking about it, he uploaded another copy on his Weibo.

"Your milk, boss. By the way, what are you looking at?"

"Thank you. Hey, come and take a look. How about the blue-and-white porcelain M70 picture I took in the early morning? Is it beautiful?"

While taking the warm milk, Ye Qing proudly handed the phone to Harris.

"My God! Was this really made that day?! That yellow, even disgusting looking dirt!"

After seeing the photo, Harris continued his exaggerated style as always. Yelling.

"My God, Ye, you are such a genius! Damn, these photos are so beautiful! I'm sure ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This gun sells for 20,000 dollars, and anyone will want it!"

"No, no, I think you're wrong, Harris. I'm not going to sell this rifle."

After drinking a sip of warm milk, she recovered a little. Ye Qing said with a smile.

"What?! Why did you make it if you didn't sell it to the boss?"

Facing Harris' surprised gaze, Ye Qing said slowly.

"You misunderstood, I don't sell guns. But I can sell places! Customized places! Let those rich people bid for this place, and then I will make his favorite gun according to his idea. "

"Think about it, do you make more money this way, or do you make more money simply by selling guns?"

Think about the rotten hunger marketing routine of a fruit phone, and the limited edition pricing of Adidas and Nike. Ye Qing dared to say that there is absolutely no one who understands the routine of cheating money better than those who have been cheated for so many years.

"yeeh! Boss, you are amazing. Are you sure you haven't studied at Harvard Business School?"

Accustomed to Harris' exaggerated style, Ye Qing's ears automatically filtered out this compliment. However, this guy seems to have become more and more sloppy since he was in charge of the online store.

Without thinking about Harris, Ye Qing took out her mobile phone while returning the finished milk cup to Harris, intending to watch the advertisement.

After all, no matter how good the routine is, if no one pays the bill, and no one is interested, it is all empty talk.

Just as a cute new account entering INS, Twitter and other platforms, Ye Qing looked at the screen with 0 retweets, 0 likes, and 0 comments, and she couldn't help falling into silence.

After a while, Ye Qing silently opened Facebook, found Hannah inside, and clicked to chat.

"Are you there?!"

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