Main Text 585 The Great People Are By Your Side

Qin Guan's eyes brightened, he stared at the ceiling of the empty guest room and expressed his ambition.

"Weizi?"

"Um?"

"Do you think we can also buy one or two cottages, not for investment, or simply for vacation."

"In this way, whether I go to Los Angeles to film a movie or go horseback riding in Texas, I don't have to live in a cold hotel, but have a warm room like home."

"That's such an interesting thing. Every place I go to has my own space. It's a very beautiful thing to think about."

"What do you think of my idea?"

Cong Nianwei rubbed her head to Qin Guan's side, then gently closed her eyes: "It's not that good."

"What kind of room do you want to buy? If it's a tree house in the forest, it's not worth much. But do you know how much it costs to buy a house in Los Angeles?"

"There are also these worthless properties. Where do you put them, what about the annual maintenance costs? You can't go to a place where even the water and electricity facilities are outdated and unusable, right?"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 property tax in the United States, which is also a huge expense... Do you think we have become rich?"

Qin Guan stretched out his arms, and pulled Cong Nianwei closer to him: "I don't know for sure, you know that the current profit momentum of my accounting firm is steadily rising."

"And my one-year endorsement fee has begun to approach the level of the first-line female models in the world."

"Combined with my domestic real estate, my intangible assets and fixed assets add up to the worth of a multi-millionaire."

"How do you feel about your boyfriend becoming a tall, rich and handsome man?"

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 other 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 courtyard of nearly 500 square meters, just over the East Second Ring Road. "

"After I finish this year's busy work, I may return to China to participate in an important mission given by the country, and then I will go to see the market."

"Puff, there is still an important mission. Who is it that cries and quits when they hear that there is no money..."

"There is no more capable girlfriend than you..."

In fact, after getting rid of the hustle and bustle of big cities, it is really easy for people to return to the origin of nature. Those inconvenient and uncomfortable feelings without high-tech products will also adjust themselves after you really lose Go and get used to it slowly.

The morning dew slowly slides down the slightly opened vines, and the hanging caterpillars are struggling to make cocoons.

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

Every time he swung the small ax in his hand, the head of a piece of firewood was decapitated. At this time, his side was already covered with treated branches.

This was the only thing Qin Guan could think of doing for Martha Duduo, a respectable grandmother, when he left this small manor full of humanistic care and original taste.

She is a woman worthy of admiration. Even if her partner and children leave her one after another because of her isolated lifestyle, she will still not change her original intention.

And I do more for her. In winter, this old man doesn't need to spend any more effort to deal with these firewood.

Lin Lun, who shook hands with the uncle, took the pipe from his mouth, patted the arm of Qin Guan who had finished his work, and said the last words before the two parted.

"I'm back in New York, I'll call your agent, the next issue of Time, the cover of Time Magazine, I'll keep it for you."

Qin Guan stopped the gesture of wiping sweat in horror, and asked quite surprised: "Haven't you always been a photojournalist of People Weekly? Why are you now the head of Time Weekly?"

On the other hand, Lin Lun stared, and took a hard puff of his pipe: "I knew you kid didn't even know who I was, that's right, that girl Qu Xuemei kept whispering in my ear Your kind words."

He looked at the shredded tobacco that had turned a little gray, turned the pipe over with some regret, and knocked twice on the side of the fence.

"I haven't done a photo shoot for many years. I remember my first photo was for the first issue cover of vogue."

"Hehehe, in fact, before that, I always wanted to be a painter. You have to know that in 1940, photographers were really not a job."

"Later, I got old and didn't want to shoot easily, so as long as I want, my photo of Irving Penn Lin Lun can appear on the most influential magazines in the United States today."

Qin watched the old man in front of him, filled the pipe in his hand with brown shredded tobacco, and continued in doubt: "Then, why do you help me like this?"

A wisp of white smoke drifted up between Lin Lun and Qin Guan, forming a hazy wall of smoke.

The corner of Lin Lun's mouth is still carrying his unique joke: "Because you fit the dream of any portrait photographer, pay attention to portraits, not people."

"Character is the kind of photography that relies on the background and clothing to change a scene or the person being photographed."

"That has actually brought out the photographer's ideas and the needs of this market. Too many emotions that do not belong to the original are reflected in such photos, which is not what I need now."

"I, Lin Lun, have already made a name for myself. There is no need to please the audience or shoot for the needs of the market."

"The reason why I am obsessed with portrait photography now is because only with that kind of photography can I see what I want to see in the lens, the most authentic emotions..."

"So time magazine, that magazine that only puts a large portrait or photo of a person on the cover, how can I not get involved?"

Speaking of this, Lin Lun laughed again, and with his free hand, he pointed to the hill of firewood piled up under Qin Guan's feet: "Just for a good boy like you, I want you to be the cutest What's wrong with publishing your face in Time Magazine?"

Qin Guan scratched his head speechlessly, it seems that the old ancestor's propaganda policy of being kind to others is really effective sometimes. (To be continued.)