Chapter 372
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The veteran W took the lead. This magazine with many years of history had its own fixed customer base. Before the magazine was officially released, it would first send the magazine to the homes of the customers.
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The beautiful scenery of Changdao, the green land, the clean tree-lined paths, and even the extra flower beds on the roadside were laid with poetic tiles.
The bicycle delivery man was wearing a white baseball cap. The shelves behind him were full of newspapers and magazines.
Due to his familiarity with the roads, this young child could finish riding the entire neighborhood with his eyes closed.
With a parabolic throw, a bundle of neatly tied magazines flew over the fence of the garden and over the withered bushes.
When the magazine was about to fall to the ground, a Labrador with glossy fur rushed out like a gust of wind with its simple and honest smile and enchanting little beady eyes.
It jumped up high and caught the magazine in its mouth.
"Good job, Mussolini!" The newspaper delivery man waved goodbye to the black Labrador and leaned back on the bicycle. There were still six more families to go.
Wagging its little tail, Mussolini passed through the small door at the back of the garden like a child presenting a treasure, and arrived at its owner's breakfast table.
"Your magazine, Lily." The man politely picked up the Today's Times and handed the exquisitely printed fashion magazine to his wife, who was frying an egg.
"Oh, thank you …" The young couple once again erected a barrier of indifference between them, the distance between a newspaper and a book.
They opened the magazine with a faint orchid smell. W was at the end. The young housewife preferred VOGUE, which was at the top of the fashion circle. The male models on the inside pages were usually her substitute for a cold marriage.
The inside page of this issue was full of models. It was all about an Asian model. He was wearing a thin silk shirt, standing beside the white curtains, looking out the window in confusion.
He looked as innocent and helpless as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.
The hostess felt her mouth go dry. She subconsciously picked up the sandwich on the side and took a big bite.
She turned the page and a full-page Armani poster of Qin Guan and Russell appeared in front of the young housewife.
"George..."
"What?" The man behind the newspaper replied perfunctorily without raising his head.
"I'll go to the city with you today."
"Why?" At this time, the male protagonist put down the newspaper and looked at his young wife, who he had not communicated with properly, in confusion.
This well-behaved young lady rarely had the habit of going out so early.
A pair of fair feet that had taken off her slippers were curled up in an extremely sexy manner. Just like that, she rubbed against the calf of the head of the family, like strands of hair that were blown by a gentle breeze.
The fabric of the trousers could not stop this sexy provocation. The warm touch of the instep moved from the top to the bottom of the man's legs and stomach, and then stopped.
"I want to buy some Halloween candy and a bottle of perfume from a department store in New York. Here it is, the latest Armani one."
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan and Aquila were staring at each other. The black background and the green transparent bottle looked noble and elegant.
"It's said that this perfume is the Water of Life and the Temptation of Taboo Love. Let's... Tonight..."
Her nasal voice was coquettish, and her toes finally landed on the base of the man's thigh. This made the surgeon, who did not even bat an eyelid in the face of blood vessels and internal organs, show a rather satisfied expression on his face.
"I'll listen to everything you say …"
In countless ordinary American families, there were always people who noticed the intrusion of this new Asian face in their daily lives.
The magazines and newspapers sold in Manhattan were the biggest sellers of these periodicals. The passers-by in a hurry did not even bother to look up at the contents of the magazines. They just routinely threw their change on the floor.
It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to give the passersby a reason to stop in their tracks.
“NYLON？ A professional fashion magazine? Well, it doesn't matter. I'll buy one more. “
"Boss, give me a copy of the magazine with the vampire on the cover."
Similar scenes were taking place on the streets of Manhattan. It had been a long time since a magazine with top models and Hollywood stars had seen such an unconventional cover.
With the atmosphere of Halloween the next day, the group that was supposed to be mainly made up of office workers instantly became strange.
A group of hippies with dark circles under their eyes and a sense of decadence were swaying their dog leashes as they went to the newsstand to buy a pack of chewing gum that they couldn't leave their mouths.
"Wow! This magazine is awesome! It's so cool! "
On the cover, Qin Guan was roaring at the endless setting sun, his sharp fangs glinting coldly. The dark castle in the background was an indication of the owner's identity.
The blood-red tears, the blood-red sun, and the blood-red embroidery on the chest added a bit of bloodthirstiness to this Dracula who was dressed entirely in black.
"Hey! Quick, come over and take a look. Look at this style, it's definitely someone from our generation! That's him! "
By the time the group of independent freaks left, the NYLON on the shelves had already been sold out.
T and V had been running a gay bar that belonged to them. They would buy some fashion magazines that were mostly male models to enrich the bookshelves of their bar.
Because V had a good grasp of who everyone liked in the club, the gay bar owners on this street all liked to let V be in charge of purchasing magazines.
Other than the bar with macho men who didn't need to read magazines, most gay bars had a quiet atmosphere.
V got up early in the morning. Still wearing his blue apron, he pointed at the NYLON behind the owner of the newspaper stand. "Thirty, thank you."
"That's a small sales volume, only 25!"
"Then I'll take them all."
"Okay!"
While the owner was taking the goods, V flipped to the most popular magazine, "Another ten copies of VOGUE, please."
These were prepared for the stores they were familiar with. It was a pleasant surprise to see a model in two magazines at the same time.
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