Volume 24 Chapter 24: Roasted Meat

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The second group is more difficult. It is necessary to take a full-body photo of Qin Guan. On the one hand, it must reflect the matching effect of the shirt, and on the other hand, it must let customers feel the comfort of the shirt.

Qin Guan and the cameraman listened to the marketing manager's request, and they discussed it, planning to let Qin Guan do some jumping movements.

Most of these small advertisements for direct purchase of shirts are very dull, one person goes to that station, it is an advertisement.

The photographer wants to make Qin Guan jump up this time. Since it is youth, it cannot follow the traditional shirt advertisement.

According to his own understanding, Qin Guan unbuttoned his shirt again, and didn't stop until the second button on his chest. His rolled up sleeves were not put down, they were still rolled up.

The lights are ready, and the photographer is ready. Under the photographer's signal, Qin Guan listened to his command: "Very well, look over here a little bit, yes, get ready, one, two, three, jump!"

When Qin Guan heard the prompt of the word "jump", he immediately jumped up from the spot, opened his arms, and jumped high and high in a very comfortable way.

When Qin Guan jumped up, his mind was not thinking about the shooting of the advertisement at all, he was distracted.

That's right, Qin Guan was distracted, he was hungry, and after driving such a long way, it should be meal time now. Thinking of this, Qin Guan's eyes were naturally emptied, thinking about his desire for meat.

The photographer was so excited, he captured a really great photo in his lens! I saw the model in the arena jumping high with slender and straight thighs. His eyes were empty and confused, as if longing for freedom, looking into the distance, chasing the footsteps of youth. He raised his arms high, as if he was facing his own sky.

When Qin Guan landed, the photographer had already clicked, clicked and took several photos, and was looking at the effect of the photos with great excitement.

As a photographer who is not well-known and earns his living by doing odd jobs, he also has his own artistic dream in his heart.

The photographer has completed his shooting task for today, and it doesn't matter so much, for the sake of art, shame is nothing.

The photographer walked up to Qin Guan, and made a close relationship with Qin Guan: "Brother, can we discuss something?"

Qin Guan was thinking about meat while taking off his shirt. Seeing the photographer talking to him, he could only reply politely: "What's the matter? What do you say?"

The photographer put his hands together and made a begging gesture: "Brother, can you take another set of photos? Just one movement will do."

Qin Guan looked at the marketing manager next to him strangely. The marketing manager shrugged, expressing that he didn't know, and turned his head to look at the photographer in doubt.

The photographer gave a big bow and continued: "Can I take two of these photos for my own use? I don't have much money, and I can only give you 50 for one photo. I swear that I will never use it for commercial purposes."

Qin Guan didn't take off his clothes, and said to the photographer: "But I didn't bring any formal clothes, how can I take pictures?"

When the photographer heard the joke, he said cheerfully, "You don't need to change clothes, just this shirt." Then he took a peek at the marketing manager, and continued, "You can just wear this, go to the wooden pillar over there, whatever you like." Make a pose and take two photos."

Qin saw that the other party was pitiful, and felt that it was not too much effort. He didn't even fasten the button, so he walked to the side of the pillar, leaned his elbow on the pillar, and leaned his left hip on the pillar.

Who made this posture the most labor-saving, Qin Guan was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. In the photographer's shot, Qin Guan is leaning on the simple wooden column in a more lazy and wanton way, with melancholy and helpless eyes, and his unbuttoned shirt is lazily resting on Qin Guan's bare chest , looks sexy and wild.

The cameraman clicked, feeling that he couldn't stop, and pressed for a long time before shouting to Qin Guan, "Okay! It's over!"

When Qin Guan heard this, he quickly supported the pillar and went to find the photographer and marketing manager.

Everyone gathered together to share the spoils, ah no, it was the checkout.

According to the usual practice, such a small job will be paid between 800 yuan and 1,500 yuan at a time. Because Qin Guan has performed well, the marketing manager will naturally pay the highest price, 1,500 yuan, when she checks out Xue Wanyi.

Xue Wanyi, as the intermediary of the pull order gang, took away half of Qin Guan's income.

Qin Guan's stack of bills dangled in front of his eyes, and by the time he got it, half of it was gone.

Then there was the money handed over by the photographer. He chose six photos of Qin Guan, one for 50, and the settlement was 300 yuan, and a simple photo usage agreement was attached as a gift.

The agreement stated that these six photos can only be used by photographers to participate in the Capital People Photography Grand Prix, and shall not be used for other commercial purposes.

When everything went smoothly, Qin Guan took the 1050 yuan he earned, and almost had no strength to walk out of this door~ hungry.

According to his physical instinct, Qin Guan left the studio and went straight to the west gate of Chaoyang Park. He was going to eat barbecue now, and he would be in a hurry with anyone who dared to stop him.

Before he reached the door of the barbecue shop, he bumped into the marketing manager who was about to drive away. He called out to Qin Guan, who looked at the marketing manager with green eyes.

His broken heart clamored, big brother, what else is there? The marketing manager dragged out a large black plastic bag from the trunk, handed it to Qin Guan, and said, "Take it, extra benefits." After speaking, he waved his hand and drove away.

Qin Guan dragged the black bag and went into the barbecue restaurant, without saying anything, just looking for the waiter.

Cumin-flavored pickled lamb, come to a plate, fat beef, come to a plate, pork belly, come to a plate. Sweet potato slices, onion slices, a plate each.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of the waiter, Qin Guan clicked down in one breath.

The little waiter who ordered the food was a little bit impatient, and reminded Qin Guan in a low voice: "Did you order a little too much?"

Qin Guan waved his hand, "Not much, hurry up and serve the food, hurry up! Run!"

The waiter was overwhelmed by Qin Guan's momentum, and trotted to the back kitchen to place an order. Qin Guan casually picked up the free barley tea on the table, drank a couple of sips and put it on first.

After rubbing his flat stomach, Qin Guan opened the black plastic bag beside him to see what the sales manager had given him.

Qin Guan opened the bag and took a look, it was full of several new shirts.

Qin Guan recalled that these were the shirts the sales manager had prepared for today's interview, because they were selected too quickly and did not give others a chance to try them on.

Naturally, these shirts remained, and it was really not worth it to go back to the factory just for these few shirts. Naturally, it was given to Qin Guan as a favor.

Qin Guan looked around and tied up the black plastic bag. This is typical eating and taking. There is money to be made and gifts to receive. Why are you so embarrassed.

Qin Guan was still wretchedly having fun over there, and the meat here was brought up in plates.

The waiter was also frightened by Qin Guan's haste, and trotted while carrying the tray. The charcoal stove underneath was also put on Qin Guan's side first.

Qin Guan rubbed his hands, picked up the iron tongs, filled the meat with a full tong, and placed it on the baking tray with a stab.

By this point, everyone can see clearly, what Qin Guan eats is grilled meat with broiled seeds.

The formation of Zhizi barbecue in the old capital began in the 25th year of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty (1686 A.D.), and has a history of more than 320 years.

People in the capital use iron bars to nail garden iron plates, which are called broilers, and use fruit charcoal or pine charcoal to make a fire underneath. After the beef or mutton is sliced ​​into thin slices and simmered for a good taste, they are placed on the broilers and roasted with long chopsticks. Oil and water squeaked on the grate.

After a while, the smell of grilled meat filled the room, and the smell of this meat greatly increased Qin Guan's appetite.

Qin Guan used iron tongs to pull the roasted cumin mutton steak onto the plate, and put streaky pork slices on it one by one. Before the round of meat was cooked yet, he stuffed the meat on the plate into his mouth.

The secret sauce soaks the Mongolian mutton very tasty, accompanied by the natural flavor and coriander, the taste of Qin Guan is fragrant on the teeth and cheeks.

Qin Guan stuffed it while roasting, really flustered. The little waiter watched from the side, and he couldn't bear it very much, so he took an iron tong and came over to help Qin Guan barbecue, so that he could lighten his burden, as long as he eats quietly.

Qin Guan buried his head and ate wildly for half an hour, filling his stomach half full, and then he let out a sigh of relief, raised his head, and thought in his heart: Young Master starved to death, I, Hu Hansan, came back to life again.

Qin Guan smiled at the little waiter who was helping him barbecue, and asked him to work on other tables in embarrassment, and now he can slowly roast.

The little waiter stared at Qin Guan's face, pursed his lips in embarrassment, handed the iron clip to Qin Guan, and ran away in a panic.

Don't panic if you have food in your stomach, Qin Guan finished the feast of meat leisurely. Carrying a large black plastic bag, he squeezed unsteadily onto the bus back to school.

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