Ye Qing stayed in Duke's car repair shop that night until more than 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 walked out with tattoos all over, all they saw was the contempt that people hide under their fear.
I have to say that Duke is a very idealistic person. In some ways, he is a good boss, but not a good boss. Because from the point of view of the gang, Duke is clearly unqualified.
Duke and the others tried their best to clean up, hoping to gather grandly in the sun without having to face people's discriminatory eyes. After these years of hard work, it worked, but the effect was very weak.
Except that people familiar with them in their neighborhoods no longer fear them or discriminate against them. More people still hold prejudices against them.
And the source of his thoughts on Ye Qing's request, except for his personal experience in Ye Qing's shop. Today, after seeing Ye Qing making a blue and white porcelain rifle, Duke decided that Ye Qing's future business would not be bad.
He also hopes that after 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 does not discriminate against their customers. Both material and spiritual needs can be met.
Saying goodbye to Duke who had sent him home, Ye Qing smiled a little while walking towards the store.
Some time ago, when Old Poman gave him a Leica camera, he hoped he could hire more veterans. Now Duke wants to hire his brothers.
Ye Qing always has the illusion that this group of people believes that they can become bigger and stronger in the future.
Do they know they have a system? !
Ye Qing shook his head quickly, and threw the horrible thought behind his head. Open the back door of the shop, prepare to take in the blue and white porcelain M70 placed in the shooting range, and then wash and sleep as early as possible.
But when Ye Qing opened the door and saw the scene outside the shop, he suddenly felt refreshed.
In the early autumn morning, due to the temperature difference between day and night. A layer of mist gradually formed outside, and in the distance covered by the mist, the rising sun reflected the horizon. Above the orange-red horizon, a faint blue sky emerged from the pitch black, and there was a bright moon that had not faded high in the sky.
This beautiful scene of dawn and dusk reminded Ye Qing of the blue and white porcelain rifle. hazy! Newborn! Beautiful!
It almost fits the characteristics of the blue and white porcelain rifle! Looking at the background board set up this day, Ye Qing hurried into the studio and took out the Leica camera.
Then he took out the bracket used to fix the porcelain clay embryos and placed the blue and white porcelain rifle on the outside. Immediately afterwards, he raised the camera, found a downward angle from the side, and took 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 yuan, but couldn't find any flaws that could be corrected.
Under the action of the angle, the blue and white porcelain rifle in the photo. Shrouded in a mist, the rising sun from the bottom hit the gun body, reflecting a slightly dark blue and white pattern.
A looming blue and white rifle. Against the background of the faint 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, he packed his rifle and camera. Lying on the bed, Ye Qing turned over excitedly, his eyes could not be separated from the dozen or so photos just transferred from the phone.
Gradually, I don't know when. Ye Qing fell asleep, and the phone randomly dropped to the side...
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 store door for Conn and Harris, Ye Qing looked at the two of them in doubt.
Go upstairs to sleep. When I woke up again, it was already more than two in the afternoon. After going to the bathroom and washing her face sober, Ye Qing took out her mobile phone and ordered a pizza delivery.
Then he went downstairs in a daze and greeted Harris who was sitting at the bar.
"Hey, Harris. Conn, how about people?"
"He is leading the students behind. By the way, boss, did you stay up all night yesterday?"
Looking at Ye Qing with a tired face, Harris' tone was full of ambiguous. At the same time a pair of eyebrows were raised exaggeratedly.
"Yes, after leaving the kiln yesterday morning, I went out with Duke for another night of wine. By the way, please warm me a glass of milk, thank you."
Sitting on the high stool by the bar, Ye Qing took out his mobile phone while watching Harris pouring milk. First upload the photos of the blue and white porcelain rifle to your INS and social networks such as Twitter.
After thinking about it, I uploaded a copy on my 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 yesterday morning? Is it pretty?"
While receiving the warm milk, Ye Qing proudly handed the phone to Harris.
"Oh my God! Was this really made that day?! That yellow, it even looks a bit disgusting!"
After seeing the photos, Harris continued his exaggerated style as always. Yelling.
"My God, Ye, you are such a genius! Damn, these photos are so beautiful! I can guarantee that there will be people willing to buy this gun for 20,000 dollars!"
"No, no, I think you are wrong, Harris. I am not going to sell this rifle."
After taking a sip of warm milk, I recovered a little bit. Ye Qing said with a smile.
"What?! What are you doing without selling the boss?"
Facing Harris' surprised gaze, Ye Qing said slowly.
"You got it wrong, I don't sell guns. But I can sell quotas! Private customized quotas! Let the wealthy people bid for this quota, and then I follow his ideas and make his favorite gun. "
"Think about it, do you make more money like this, or do you make more money simply by selling guns?"
Think about the broken hunger marketing routines of a certain fruit phone, and the limited edition pricing of Adi and Nike. Ye Qing dared to say that there is absolutely no one who knows how to cheat 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 this compliment. But this guy seems to have spent more and more time since he was in charge of the online shop.
Without thinking about Harris, Ye Qing returned the milk glass he had drunk to Harris, and took out his mobile phone to read 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 on INS, Twitter and other platforms, Ye Qing watched the three consecutive zero eggs with 0 forwards, 0 likes, and 0 comments on the screen, and 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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