"Yes, yes. Maybe I'm too excited, or maybe I'm a little stressed recently."
After Mike took a sip of soda, his cough got better.
"I'm a screenwriter, um, a down-and-out screenwriter. I came here from Texas in hope that someone at Hollywood would be interested in my script. But unfortunately theres none so far."
"That's a pity. But I believe that as long as you keep writing and creating better scripts, someone will definitely take an interest in it."
Ye Qing didn't know the workflow of Hollywood, nor did he understand the entertainment industry. But this did not prevent him from speaking to comfort Mike, as the so-called standing and talking would not hurt his back.
Ye Qing was the one standing right now...
"Yes, I will keep going. I've been in Los Angeles for half a year. Creation is all I have, and I don't know what else I can do other than that."
While talking, Mike finished smoking the cigarette in his hand. After smoking the cigarette, he chatted with Ye Qing for a few more words, and then it seemed that inspiration came suddenly. He drank the glass with one gulp and then staggered away.
Seeing this, Ye Qing was a little stunned. Why does this Mike seem so dazzling? ! Are all art workers so crazy?
Ye Qing, who can't figure out why, just thinks this poor man is lonely and crazy.
After Mike left, three groups of customers came to the store. Through chatting and chatting, Ye Qing learned that the two groups of customers lived nearby, and when they passed by, they came in for a drink when they saw that the store was in a good environment. The remaining group is a couple. After they ran to the neighborhood at night, they came in immediately, wanting to take a break and have a drink.
It was close to 12 o'clock, and the customers in the store slowly dispersed. When checking out, the little girl who once asked Ye Qing for cigarettes said thank you to Ye Qing in a mosquito-like voice. I don't know if it's to thank him for his hard work tonight or the milk and bread I gave last time.
Ye Qing could only keep a kind smile in response to this. When the customer left, Ye Qing ignored Riley's dissuasion as usual, and the two worked together to clean up the store. Then Ye Qing turned off the music in the store and drove Riley back to school.
In the evening, Ye Qing went to the system cram school in order to be good at taking photos. Ye Qing temporarily added a photography course. Compared with weapon modification that combines various theory and practice, photography technology is much simpler, and Ye Qing feels it's easy to learn.
Early the next morning, after Ye Qing reviewed the course content as usual, she couldn't wait to take out the camera that Old Portman gave him, ready to photograph the beach behind the shooting range to test his skills.
It is said that as soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there are any flaws. With the knowledge instilled in the system, Ye Qing, who picked up the camera again, immediately noticed the extraordinaryness of this camera.
Although a medium-format camera can't cover as much range as a camera with a wide-angle lens in framing, Ye Qing still took a picture that surprised him by combining the angle of the rising sun and the timing of a surge. Photo.
Back in the store, as usual, I sent a WeChat message to my parents, and I said to my mother that I was safe, and at the same time I sent this photo to the two elderly people. After being praised by the two old people, Ye Qing happily went to the kitchen and made a bowl of noodles for herself.
Harris was going to sleep late this morning, but no one brought him breakfast. Although he is not good at cooking, he can't stand the people from America. They really like to eat half-finished food. So a large area of the supermarket is selling all kinds of convenience foods.
Ye Qing, who pursues the most cost-effective between laziness and money, naturally will not let go of these "perfect" convenience foods.
After satisfying his appetite, he took advantage of the time before Conn came to the store. Ye Qing curiously took out his mobile phone and searched for the price of the camera that Mr. Portman gave him.
Looking at the price of a treasure that was close to 150,000 yuan, Ye Qing almost bit his tongue. Could it be that this old Portman is also a hidden local rich man?
"Hey, boss, good morning. What are you thinking? You look surprised."
"No, the tailor shop Benjamin took me last night. The old man's boss knew that I needed a camera now and gave me one. I just checked it, and it's more than 20,000 dollars. I dont understand? Im surprised?"
Ye Qing explained, and at the same time got up and picked up the small box containing Conn's seal and handed it over.
"By the way, here is the logo removed from your dress. It's all here."
"thank you."
After Conn took the box, he opened it and took a look. Although the red flannel cushion is not as classy as the velvet, it still warms my heart.
"Don't thank me; this is what the old man said. Since you are here, I will go to the warehouse to take pictures first. Harris will be two hours late today, so I will try to close the online store in the morning. Get it done."
"Okay, let's go. I'll see you at the front."
In the past few days, Conn didn't see anything wrong with the store. Ye Qing walked to the warehouse at the back of the store with a lot of peace of mind and began to take out one of each weapon and carry it to the shooting range at the back.
In addition to guns, ammunition, scopes, bulletproof vests, helmets, goggles, combat boots, and other items are also selected. In the end, looking at the pile of goods that were about to form a hill, Ye Qing felt a little big-headed and a little proud. After all, these things belong to him now.
When Harris came to the store, Ye Qing's shooting progress was less than one-third completed. With Harris to help with handling, the efficiency has improved a lot. But the "open store at noon" set up in front of Conn also slapped Ye Qing fiercely.
The two were busy until after three o'clock in the afternoon, when they finished taking photos of all the products. Just as Ye Qing and Harris were about to move the goods back to the warehouse, Conn suddenly appeared at the shooting range.
"Hey, boss. There are customers who are buying guns!"
! ! finally come!
When he heard the words "buying a gun," Ye Qing immediately ran towards the store at a sprint-like speed. Good guy, I have been here in America for more than two months, and I can finally get down to business!
When she ran to the back door of the store, Ye Qing finally calmed down, acting like a big boss. Deliberately slowing down and pretending to be in the chest, Ye Qing slowly walked into the store.
In the store, a middle-aged man and a woman who looked obviously a couple with an old man were looking at the wall where the gun samples were hung. Seeing such a team, Ye Qing couldn't help but glance at Conn suspiciously.
Are you sure these people will buy guns? Instead of buying old-age diapers?
"Hello, are you the boss? We want to buy a gun suitable for my father and wife."