The Life of a Gangster That Started In a Gun Shop

After the sample gun is ready, the only job left for Ye Qing is to shoot the promotional pictures, and then upload them to social media for exposure.

Oh, right. There is also a video editing job. Now that Harris is busy, he has to cut the live video by himself.

Thinking of this, Ye Qing was not in a hurry. Instead, he went downstairs and made a dinner for himself, and then started to do it after filling up and drinking enough.

She took out the oil pastels that she had already bought, and then spread the drawing paper on the table, and Ye Qing began to do it. The background this time is actually easy to do. Draw the scene in the dream that night, leave the position of the little dragon, put the pistol in front, adjust the angle, and let the dragon on the gun blend with the dragon on the painting. , basically the promotional image came out.

Listening to the music on the stereo downstairs, Ye Qing did not feel lonely during the three hours of painting. When the painting was completed, Ye Qing first supported the painting on a shelf, and then adjusted the position of the pistol.

Finally, turn off the lights in the room and let the surroundings fall into darkness. Turning on the flash on the camera, Ye Qing adjusted the angle and position.

The main colors of the painting are orange red and gray, and the dragon group is preparing to take off from the waist of a lava flowing volcano. The overall dark tones look a bit depressing and a little solemn under the exposure of the flash.

Looking at the photos taken, Ye Qing hesitated. From the picture, there is no problem, but Ye Qing always feels that there is something missing.

The photos can only be said to be good-looking, but not amazing.

Looking at the phone, I still need a few hours to rest. Ye Qing was not in a hurry at all, lit a cigarette in the dark, sat behind the camera lens, and looked at the painting in front of him through the digital display screen of the camera.

The music downstairs was still ringing, the cheerful countryside and the chatter of the guests passed through the walls and reached Ye Qing's ears. This made Ye Qing, who was worried, a little irritable, and the cigarette in his hand suddenly stopped smelling.

Leaning on her body, Ye Qing was about to put out the cigarette in her hand. But he suddenly stumbled under his feet, and the cigarette in his hand poked straight at the painting. This time, Ye Qing was dumbfounded.

After sitting for more than three hours without moving, Ye Qing can understand that the blood circulation in his legs is a bit poor. But now looking at a black hole in the painting, Ye Qing was a little bit blind.

I didn't feel satisfied yet, but the painting was ruined.

The hustle and bustle downstairs continued, listening to the noise in my ears, and then looking at the black hole in the painting. Ye Qing didn't have the time to think about it anymore, just use it like this. It's not impossible anyway.

Thinking like this, Ye Qing got up and turned on the light in the room. When walking towards the computer desk, Ye Qing saw the cigarette **** that had just fallen to the ground.

The cigarette **** was not completely burnt out yet, as Ye Qing picked it up. The sparks on the cigarette butts flickered again.... Mars? !

Gray soot, orange-red sparks... Ye Qing quickly put the cigarette **** into his mouth again as if he had caught something, and took a breath. Completely disregarding the fact that the cigarette **** just fell to the ground.

As the air moved, the sparks on the cigarette butts appeared again. This time Ye Qing understood what was missing from the photo.

The shape of the flame should be in motion, and the dragon should be in motion. But on the painting, whether it is a dragon or a fire, they are all still. Perhaps a master painter can draw a sense of movement and verve on a still canvas. But Ye Qing couldn't do it.

With limited painting skills, everything drawn is dead. This problem will not be solved for a while. Because this is not something that can be practiced in the intensive training of the system training field, it must have the artist's own perception and experience.

And does Ye Qing have the time and effort to concentrate on painting? Apparently not.

Seeing that things hit a dead end again. Ye Qing took a breath of the cigarette **** that was left in his hand, and then looked at the hole in the painting that was burned by the smoke. A bold idea suddenly popped into my mind.

Since I can't draw it, how about I make it directly?

Long, Ye Qing naturally couldn't do it. But fire can!

As soon as he said it, Ye Qing put the **** of the cigarette into the ashtray and extinguished it. Then, holding the lighter in his hand, he went to turn off the lights in the room again.

Finally, I checked the picture in the camera, and the angle and everything remained the same. Ye Qing lit the flame of the lighter, and then put the cluster of flames on the painting.

This time, I feel it!

Ye Qing immediately turned off the camera's flash, and the only light source in the room was the burning canvas. The flames rising from the bottom of the canvas rose rapidly.

Ye Qing also seized the opportunity and pressed the shutter continuously. This photo is just the taste.

Against the background of flames, the silhouette of a pistol emerges. At the same time, due to the effect of high temperature on light reflection, the scene in the photo appears a little rippled.

The light source is in the back, causing the dragon carving on the pistol to be slightly blurred. Except for the hideous dragon head, the body behind it slowly disappeared into the darkness.

The mood Ye Qing wanted, UU reading www.uukanshu.com immediately came out. When the canvas was completely burned, Ye Qing hurriedly took the water from the water cup next to it and poured it on it. It's impossible not to splash, and the picture frames are all wooden. It's going to burn up.

Putting out the fire, Ye Qing got up and turned on the lights in the room, then went downstairs to get the broom and mop, and started cleaning the mess. After ten minutes of busy work, I cleaned up the room. Ye Qing couldn't wait to sit next to the computer.

Looking at the photos transmitted from the camera, Ye Qing adjusted the contrast slightly. After making the hazy and reborn artistic conception in the picture stronger, I started editing the copy and sending it to my INS and Twitter accounts. In the end, Ye Qing did not forget to post a copy on Weibo.

To be honest, this wave of manipulation of Ye Qing has elements of gambling. At the time, I just thought that the painting was ruined anyway, and I took the original photo myself. My own paintings have no collection value, so just click on them.

Fortunately, the final result is satisfactory.

After finishing these things, Ye Qing went directly to the system training ground. I'm ready to learn to sleep. As for washing, I'll talk about it tomorrow.

Just when Ye Qing was charging. The news posted not long ago also exploded in the circle of gun enthusiasts on INS and Twitter, and the number of retweets also increased in steps.

And what is synchronized with it is the pageviews of the online store. Harris, who has already got off work, naturally does not know this.

In the Internet business era, traffic means consumption. The sudden surge in pageviews also led to an increase in the number of orders. Although the increase in the number of orders was not as exaggerated as the number of views, it still made Harris, who opened the backstage of the online store after going to work the next day, stunned.

"Boss! What are you doing?! There are already 37 orders for the new series of guns!"

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