Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming - Chapter 587

[Five hundred and eighty-five cattle are around]

Qin Guan’s eyes were bright, and he stared at the empty ceiling of the guest room and expressed his ambition.

“Weizi?”

“Huh?”

“Do you think we can buy a cottage or two, not for investment, or just for vacation.”

“So whether I’m going to Los Angeles to film or go to Texas When riding a horse, you don’t need to live in a cold hotel, but have a warm room like home.”

“That’s such a fun thing, every place you go has your own space, just think about it, it’s a very interesting thing. A beautiful thing.”

“What do you think of this idea of mine?”

Cong Nianwei rubbed her head against Qin Guan’s side and closed her eyes gently: “Not so good.”

“What kind of room do you want to buy? ? It’s fine if there’s a tree house in the woods, it’s not worth much. But do you know how much it will cost to buy a house in Los Angeles?”

“And these worthless properties, you put them there, and the annual maintenance costs What? You can’t go to a place where even the water and electricity facilities are outdated and unusable, right?”

“Well, there is also the strange real estate tax in the United States, which is also a huge cost… Do you think we have become rich? ”

Qin Guan stretched out his arms and drew Cong Nianwei to his side again: “I’m not sure, you know that my accounting firm’s current profit momentum is steadily rising.”

“And my one-year The endorsement fee has begun to approach the level of the world’s first-line female models.”

“In addition to my real estate in China, my intangible assets and fixed assets add up to the worth of a multi-millionaire.”

“What do you think about your boyfriend? You have become a rich and handsome man, how do you feel?”

Cong Nianwei’s obedient focus was not on Qin Guan’s channel, she just rubbed her boyfriend’s chest strangely: “Apart from that small house and a big car in China, what fixed assets do you have? Ah.”

Qin Guan closed his eyes triumphantly, found the most comfortable position on the pillow and muttered: “I forgot to mention, I bought 8 sets, a large courtyard of nearly 500 square meters, just in the East Second Ring Road. Over

there.”

“When I’m done with my work this year,

Maybe I will go back to China to take part in an important mission given by the country, and then I will go to see the market.

”

Pfft, it’s still an important mission. When I heard that I had no money, who was the one who cried and quit…”

“There is no girlfriend who can break the stage more than you…”

In fact, after getting rid of the big city After the noise, it is really easy for people to return to the source of nature. Those who do not have the inconvenience and uncomfortable feeling of high-tech products will adjust themselves to adapt

slowly

after they are really lost.

Lu slowly slid down the slightly opened leaf vines, and the drooping caterpillars were struggling to form their cocoons.

Qin Guan, who got up early in the morning, had already changed out of the muddy shirt he played with yesterday, and only wore a A very coquettish black vest and shorts, standing on the empty field in the backyard of the house.

Every time the small axe in his hand is swung, the head of a firewood is in a different place. At this time, his side is already full of treated Twigs.

This is the only thing Qin Guan could think of when he left this small manor full of humanistic care and original flavor. What he did for the respectable old grandmother Martha Dudot.

She is an admirable one. A person, even if her partner and children leave her one after another because of her isolated lifestyle, she will still not change her original intention for this woman.

And I do more for her, in winter In the middle of the house,

the old man of this age does not need to spend any more effort to deal with the firewood.

Lin Lun, who waved his hand to the side, took the pipe from his mouth, patted Qin Guan, who had finished work, on the arm and said The last words before the two parted.

“Back to New York, I will call your agent, the next issue of time, the cover of Time magazine, I will keep it for you.

Qin Guan stopped his gesture of

wiping sweat in horror, and asked in surprise, “Aren’t you a photojournalist for People Weekly?

Why is he now the head of Time Magazine again?

”

On the other hand, Lin Lun glared at him and took a sharp puff of his pipe: “I knew you didn’t even know who I was, that’s right, that girl Qu Xuemei kept chattering in my ear. Your kind words.”

He looked at the shredded tobacco that had turned a little gray, turned the pipe over with regret, and knocked twice against the fence next to him.

“I haven’t taken a photo for many years. I remember my first photo was the cover of the first issue of Vogue.”

“Hehe, before that, I always wanted to be a painter, you know. In 1940, being a photographer was really not a job.”

“Afterwards, I got old and easily stopped shooting, so as long as I wanted, my photos of Irving Penn and Lin Lun could appear in the most influential places in the United States today. On top of the magazine of strength.”

Qin looked at the old man in front of him, and filled the pipe in his hand with brown tobacco, and continued puzzled: “Then, why are you helping me like this?

” Lun and Qin Guan drifted up, forming a hazy wall of smoke.

The corner of Lin Lun’s mouth still carried his unique joke: “Because, you are in line with the dream of any portrait photographer, pay attention to portraits, not characters.”

“People are the kind of people who rely on the background. Clothing can change a scene or the way of photography of the person being photographed.”

“In fact, it has brought out the photographer’s idea and the needs of the market. Too many emotions that do not belong to the source are reflected in such photos. It’s not what I need now.”

“I, Lin Lun, have already made a name for themselves, there is no need to please the audience or shoot for the needs of the market.”

“Now I am obsessed with portrait photography because Only with that kind of photography can I see what I want to see in the lens, the truest joys, sorrows and sorrows…”

“So time magazine, that magazine that only puts a large portrait or photo of one person on the cover, why can’t I put a foot in it?”

Having said this, Lin Lun laughed again, and he used The free hand pointed to the hill-like firewood under Qin Guan’s feet: “What’s wrong with publishing your cutest face in Time magazine for a good boy like you?”

Qin Guan scratched his head speechlessly, it seems that the ancestor’s propaganda policy of being kind to others sometimes really works.

(To be continued.)