Staring at the empty ceiling, Qin Guan voiced out his ambition.
"Wei?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think we can also buy a house or two? It's not for investment, it's just for a vacation," Wang Yao said.
That way, I won't have to stay in a cold hotel, no matter if I go to Los Angeles or Texas for horseback riding. I'll have a warm room like home.
"That's such an interesting thing. Every time we go to a place, we have our own space. Just thinking about it is a wonderful thing."
"What do you think of my idea?"
Cong Nianwei rubbed her head against Qin Guan's and closed her eyes. "Not really."
"What kind of house do you want to buy? If it was a treehouse in the forest, it wouldn't be worth much. Do you know how much it costs to buy a house in Los Angeles though?
"Also, what about these worthless properties? What about the maintenance fees for them all year round? You can't go to a place where the water and electricity facilities are so old that they can't be used, right? "
"Yes, and the strange real estate tax in America. That's a lot of money. Do you think we are rich?"
Qin Guan pulled Cong Nianwei closer to him. "I'm not sure. You know my firm's profits are rising steadily.
"And my annual endorsement fee is starting to approach the level of the world's top female models."
Plus, I have real estate in China. My intangible assets and fixed assets add up to a multi-millionaire's net worth.
How do you feel about your boyfriend becoming a tall, rich, and handsome man? "
Cong Nianwei rubbed her boyfriend's chest curiously. "What other fixed assets do you have in China besides that small house and a Cherokee?"
Closing his eyes proudly, Qin Guan found the most comfortable position on the pillow and murmured, "I forgot to tell you that I bought eight houses of about 500 square meters. They're on the east side of the Second Ring Road."
When I finish my work this year, I'll go back to China for an important mission. I'll check the market then. "
"Pfft, an important mission? Who is the one who cried and refused to do it the moment he heard that there was no money …"
"No girlfriend is better at teasing me than you are..."
In fact, after getting rid of the hustle and bustle of the big city, it was really easy for people to return to their natural origins. Those inconvenient and uncomfortable feelings of not having high-tech products, after you really lost them, you would adjust yourself and slowly adapt to them.
The morning dew slowly slid down the slightly opened vines, and the hanging caterpillars were doing their best to spin cocoons.
He got up early in the morning and took off his muddy shirt. He was wearing a black singlet and shorts. He was standing in the open space in the backyard.
Every time he swung the axe in his hand, a piece of firewood would be decapitated. At this time, the area around him was filled with processed branches.
That was the only thing he could think of doing for Martha Dudo, the respectable old lady, before he left the primitive manor.
She was a person worthy of respect. Even though her partner and children had left her because of her secluded lifestyle, she was still a woman who would not change her original intention.
And if he did more for her, in the winter, this rather old woman would not need to waste her energy to deal with the firewood.
Lin Lun took his pipe out of his mouth and patted Qin Guan on the arm. That was the last thing he wanted to say before they parted.
"I'm going back to New York. I'll call your agent. I'll save the cover of the next issue of TIME Magazine for you."
Qin Guan stopped wiping his sweat and asked in surprise, "Aren't you a photographer from the" People Weekly "? Why are you the boss of TIME Magazine now? "
Lin Lun, on the other hand, glared at him and fiercely took a puff of his pipe. "I knew you don't know who I am. That's right, that girl Qu Xuemei has been whispering good things about you in my ears."
He looked at the tobacco that had already turned a bit ashy, and regretfully flipped the pipe over, knocking it against the side of the fence.
"I haven't taken a photo for many years. I remember my first photo was for the cover of the first issue of VOGUE.
"Hehehe, actually, before that, I always wanted to be an artist. You know, in 1940, being a photographer wasn't a big deal."
"Later, I got old and didn't do much. So, as long as I wanted to, I, Owen Penn Lin Lun, could appear in the most influential magazines in America."
Looking at the old man, Qin Guan filled his pipe with brown tobacco and asked, "Why do you want to help me?"
White smoke rose between Lin Lun and Qin Guan, forming a hazy smoke wall.
The corner of Lin Lun's mouth still had his unique teasing smile. "Because, you meet the dream of any portrait photographer. Pay attention to the portrait, not the person."
"People are the kind of photography that can change a scene or the person being photographed just by relying on the background and clothing."
"That's the photographer's idea and the market's demand. Too many emotions are reflected in that kind of photo. That's not what I need now."
"I, Lin Lun, have made a name for myself. I don't need to please the audience or the market anymore."
"Right now, the reason why I'm obsessed with portrait photography is because that's the only way I can see what I want to see in the lens, the truest emotions …"
That's why I can't be a part of TIME, the magazine that only puts a person's portrait or photo on the cover. "
Lin Lun smiled again. He pointed at the pile of firewood by Qin Guan's feet. "You are such a good boy. Why can't I publish your lovely face on TIME?" Qin Guan scratched his head speechlessly.
Qin Guan scratched his head speechlessly. It seems that the propaganda policy of our ancestors is really useful sometimes.
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