The old Portman seemed to have opened up the conversation that night. Together with Benjamin, who had recovered from the photos, the three of them drank black tea and chatted until 8 o'clock in the evening.
Old Bowman is a typical old-fashioned federal man. Since his son was killed by terrorists, he has been particularly supportive of the federal army. Although he knew in his heart that the federal troops stationed in the Middle East, fighting against terrorist organizations was just an excuse and a pilot job. But he still looked forward to the day when the terrorist organization was completely wiped out.
Perhaps because of his concern for the federal army, three years ago, one day, he ran into a soldier he had interviewed when he was young. But now, the other party can only live on the streets. Seeing the desolate, old homeless man still exuding a foul smell.
Old Portman was stunned, even though he knew that the Federation had been doing a poor job of resettling veterans. But that is just a concept, far from reality that can give him such a strong impact.
He invited the veteran to eat lunch and gave all the cash he had. After returning home, Old Portman was still unable to combine the foul-smelling tramp with the once sunny and combative young face.
Since then, there has been one more thing in old Portman's life. He began to pay attention to the situation of the veterans. He would take pictures of them, visit the Veterans Association, and even occasionally go to the homeless people on the street to chat.
Over the past three years, he has photographed many fallen veterans. He also saw how many veterans were fired during a period of high anti-war sentiment. He has written letters to magazines, newspapers, and published articles. But none of them can pass the draft. Gradually, Old Portman couldn't do anything. He is also tired.
Until today he met Ye Qing. Seeing them running about Benjamin's affairs, they didn't earn even a cent. In them, there is no prejudice against soldiers by anti-war people, and there is no use psychology of extremists. This made Old Portman very pleased.
Ye Qing was surprised at first hearing the question that Old Boman said. He grew up in China since he was a child, and he really couldn't understand the emergence of this situation. Naturally, he could not make any comments.
"I'm just a businessman. Those things like anti-war and anti-war are not something I should worry about. Hiring Conn, Harris and other veterans, it's just that they are more familiar with guns than ordinary people and are better qualified for the job."
This was Ye Qing's answer at the time, very sincere. And this answer undoubtedly made Old Poman very satisfied until Ye Qing left. Old Portman had a smile on his face.
"Boss, you can count as coming back. Some guests left when they heard that you were not there. I can only make some pure wine or beer for those who haven't left. The money is on the table in the bar."
Ye Qing, who had just parked the car and walked into the store holding two boxes, saw Harris rushing to him as if seeing a savior.
"OK, I have worked hard for you Harris. The extra two hours are counted as overtime. I have a rest tomorrow and come back two hours later?"
"It's great, so I can sleep in tomorrow. By the way, now the guests need a cocktail, I wrote it on the sticky note. Then I'll go first, goodbye, Riley!"
Seeing Harris who was excited after work, Ye Qing also smiled. Among the three employees in the store, Lai Li was too quiet, and Conn was a little older. Only this Harris is two years older than himself. Looking at him, Ye Qing also felt very relaxed.
While saying hello to Lili, Ye Qing walked into the bar. After placing the two boxes first, Ye Qing bends over to look at the sticky notes pasted on the edge of the bar.
The cocktails requested by the guests are arranged in a chronological order one by one on the note paper. Those who have received money and those who have not received money are also marked. This made Ye Qing affirmed Harris' carefulness again.
Then she put on her apron and Ye Qing started her own performance.
Ye Qing's bartending moves are very fancy,
But the speed is not slow at all. It did not take more than twenty minutes to prepare the wine ordered by all the guests. Of course, there are also reasons why customers do not order cocktails too much. Ye Qing didn't bother Laili when serving the wine. Instead, he served it to the guests personally. While observing the source of customers, Ye Qing also expressed his apologies to the guests for being late today.
Fortunately, most of the guests are returning customers who brought friends here again after tasting Ye Qing's craftsmanship here yesterday. Be generous to Ye Qing, an excellent bartender and owner.
What's more interesting is that Ye Qing found a little girl in a table of guests who once asked for a cigarette. It was still a bit unsure, but when he saw the other party avoiding his own eyes, Ye Qing was sure of his discovery.
It looks like it was brought by friends. And her friends did not exceed Ye Qing's expectations. They all looked young, and they would definitely not be good students in dressing.
But Ye Qing didn't care about these, just a little attention to whether there was an ATF inspector coming to the door. After all, in the Silver Eagle Federation, under the age of 21, alcohol is not allowed.
Thinking of these messy things, Ye Qing walked back to the bar. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com After simply clearing the console, Ye Qing took out a cigarette and prepared to take one. Having talked with Old Portman for so long before, Ye Qing already wanted to smoke, but he cared about Old Portman's body, Ye Qing has endured it till now.
"Hey, buddy. Want one?"
Sitting on a high stool by the bar is a man drinking alone, out of Chinese politeness. 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 opposite."
The man was obviously taken aback by Ye Qing's delivery of cigarettes, and then he did not refuse. While lighting a cigarette, he introduced himself. It just seems that he doesn't seem to smoke. After taking a puff of cigarette, he coughed several times.
"Ye Qing, the owner and bartender here. It seems that you can't smoke, so don't force it if you are uncomfortable. I took the liberty."
Ye Qing looked at the face opposite, and while introducing herself, he turned around and took Mike a glass of soda.
"Drink and rinse your mouth."
"Ahem, thank you. I'm fine... Ahem, I mean, you didn't take the liberty. You made me feel so warm, yes, like a friend."
Ye Qing was a little confused by the man's incoherent words. What is this all about?
"Well, I think we should be friends now. But friends don't need to please each other. If you are really not used to putting down cigarettes, this will not affect our friendship, will it?"
Looking at the other party's apparently uncomfortable death, but still unwilling to put out the cigarette in his hand. Ye Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in her heart. Wouldn't she bring out another smoker...
Speaking of it, the three roommates of the university were all taken by themselves to learn to smoke...
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