Paper wedding business [Entertainment circle]

Yang Jiabao wished he could throw pearl milk tea on Cen Zhiwan's face, but he couldn't bear it.

The milk tea that Cen Zhiwan bought was so delicious, if Yang Jiabao went to the store by himself and instructed the clerk, he would never be able to make the same taste.

Yang Jiabao sat in the co-pilot, rummaged through the storage box, found a tissue, wiped the Coke off his face, and asked in a deep voice, "Where's the wedding gift I gave you?"

Which pot does not open which pot.

I still remember that one midnight, Chu Youqing found the 99 colorful finger cots on the car, and threw Cen Zhiwan on the road.

Cen Zhiwan gritted her rear molars, turned left at the green light, "Use them all!"

Yang Jiabao stretched out his finger, counting the date of Cen Zhiwan and Chu Youqing's wedding, less than a month, oh, Ma Ya, "You little pervert!"

Cen Zhiwan emphasized calmly, "We are newly married now."

Yang Jiabao has been newly married twice, and the sum of the two times is not as many as Cen Zhiwan's. At present, the data is even zero. Drought to death, flood to death, the heart is sore, one can imagine.

Yang Jiabao was noisy and scolded all the way, and soon they arrived at GM's warehouse in the northern suburbs.

The people from the bank and the law firm are all here, waiting eagerly, and the finances are also there.

The other unit came up to "Mr. Cen" and "Miss Yang" shouting non-stop. As usual, they first chased the stars, and respectfully handed over pens and inks, flamboyantly, signed their names, and then took a group photo with a business smile.

The ones in the warehouse belong to second-hand assets, and the accounting is just a formality, the main thing is to fill in the documents that should be done as soon as possible.

Mr. Cen was doing the reception outside, and Yang Jiabao was wandering around with nothing to do. Seeing that the warehouse was old, it was very interesting, and he went deeper and deeper.

On the inventory list, it was written simply, "film and television equipment".

What monitors, camera tracks, lights, cables...

Basically, they are obsolete models, which is equivalent to inheriting a whole warehouse of solid waste.

Everyone took a general inventory, and they shook hands, signed, and said goodbye.

This trivial matter, busy for more than an hour, is not counted as a round trip.

Cen Zhiwan looked at the time and shouted to the warehouse, "—Yang Jiabao! Go back!"

No one speaks.

"Baby?"

"The surname is Yang!"

wow.

At the end of the warehouse, the sound of metal collapse was like an avalanche!

Cen Zhiwan was taken aback, and didn't want to leave. She quickly climbed up to a row of iron boxes on the left hand side. On the top of the high boxes, a delicate figure flew across, running over in one go!

After rushing to the end, looking down, Yang Jiabao was buried in more than 500 cameras, rubbing his forehead, and said in confusion: "...I just take a look."

Cen Zhiwan's eyes radiated the light of a money fan.

In the sea of ​​cameras, Yang Jiabao struggled with his limbs, looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Haha! Get rich!"

After being influenced by Cen Zhiwan for a long time, Yang Jiabao recognized that these cameras are of different ages and shapes, many of them are out of print, and their production places may cover the whole world.

It's like buying a closed traditional Chinese medicine shop and preparing to set it on fire, but in the woodshed, several baskets of thousand-year-old ginseng were dug up, all of which are world-renowned treasures.

Yang Jiabao was excited, "——Holy shit! You are so eye-catching! How did you pick out this company?! Did you sneak a peek at the warehouse?!——Why don't you go and be Captain Jin!"

Drilling eyes is a jargon in the antique world, which means that an expert's eyes are poisonous, and gold bumps can be seen in the mound.

Cen Zhiwan smiled in satisfaction, he hit the right button, and it took no effort, "I just signed the asset transfer document."

Yang Jiabao cheered, "Oh yeah!!—Then these are all ours!!"

Cen Zhiwan held out his hand from above and pulled Yang Jiabao up to the top of the cabinet, "Unfortunately, I have many models."

Yang Jiabao climbed up the cabinet, looked back and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of!—Let's go! Sister Xue Li, go!"

Carrying a cart of antique cameras, Cen Zhiwan and Yang Jiabao, like two refined upstarts, drove all the way to Wenwan Street, south of the city center.

There is a small second-hand shop here, which specializes in second-hand shopping.

The store manager and the clerk are both the same person, surnamed Xie, called Shirley, Xie Xueli, or Thank You, whose real name is unknown, and a beautiful woman in her early thirties is usually called Sister Sydney.

Sister Sydney's shop is very inconspicuous. It's in a corner of the long street. It doesn't even have a sign. It doesn't open for nine out of twelve months a year. Thank you Sydney for shopping around the world. I'm not married and I don't have a date. Celibacy, especially chic.

When I first discovered this store, Cen Zhiwan came to the antique world, gave an old-fashioned camera, looked for the lens, and had a try mentality.If not, go to an overseas shopping website, but it is very troublesome to ship the lens by sea, it is best to have it locally.

The lens was not found, but Xie Xueli's store was found, which opened not long ago.Here, she has the most second-hand cameras in the industry, and it has become Cen Zhiwan's paradise.

Digital cameras are easy to use, but they are not as individual as the previous film cameras. Cen Zhiwan likes the texture caused by different physical exposures, like having different eyes to discover the multiple sides of the same thing.

Yang Jiabao likes this store even more. There are all kinds of novel and interesting second-hand products. As traffic, posting selfies on Weibo is part of daily business. Just clothes, shoes, bags, accessories, these materials must be prepared by yourself, no more than in photography Take hard photos in the studio.

Sister Sydney has a good eye, and her purchases are grotesque, and she can often get niche brands with purchase restrictions.

Cen Zhiwan wiped the glass of the small shop, and Yang Jiabao leaned over to look inside, "...Sister Xueli doesn't seem to be here. Isn't she supposed to come back this month?"

Cen Zhiwan shook her head. She didn't know the situation either. Xie Xueli didn't use a mobile phone, or in other words, she didn't bother to communicate with others.

But Cen Zhiwan likes Xie Xueli very much, to what extent, if Cen Zhiwan is not the only child, she should have a sister, she likes Xie Xueli to be her sister, her biological sister.

Yang Jiabao also likes Xie Xueli very much, but she keeps her distance. She always feels that Xie Xueli's beauty carries a mysterious sense of wit, which is different from Cen Zhiwan's wit.

Xie Xueli doesn't seem to love anyone, and she really doesn't love anyone. Her feelings seem to have been exhausted at a certain point in her life. When she looks at people, she is very gentle and honest, but those who are stared at will give birth to love. A strong feeling is that Xie Xueli is actually absent-minded, and Xie Xueli doesn't care about anything.

Cen Zhiwan has a different view on this.

When Xie Xueli looked at Cen Zhiwan, Cen Zhiwan felt that Xie Xueli was looking for someone on her face, she was looking for a woman.

This made Cen Zhiwan feel cordial and wanted to laugh. How could Xie Xueli be like her mother, Cen Xiaoqiu, who seemed to be staring at herself obsessively, but was actually thinking about others.

Xie Xueli only showed such emotion when facing Cen Zhiwan for the first time, it happened for a moment, but never again.

Cen Zhiwan noticed it keenly, and smiled, and later even Yang Jiabao asked if Miss Sydney opened a shop here to wait for someone.

Maybe.

Maybe one day, the woman Miss Sydney is waiting for will suddenly open the door of this store, and they will fall in love again.

If not, Sister Sydney will look for the shadow of that woman on every visitor's face, as if she is blaming why she is not the one she was expecting.

All in all, Xie Xueli has a complex personality and erratic whereabouts, not a simple sister like Cen Liu and the others.

Of course, the characters of sisters are generally very complicated, and there is no such thing as a simple and easy-to-understand sister.

Xie Xueli was not in the store and could not be contacted. Yang Jiabao was rather disappointed, leaning against the window glass and sighing, "I wanted to buy a few new coats...

Pea, what's the matter?Ship it back first.With so many cameras, you go back to the warehouse and take away the ones you don’t have. I will take the time to give Xie Xueli the rest, and ask her to sell them in the store to enrich the supply of goods.

What model do you have, you need to barter, you can leave me a note, I can't figure it out, then hand it directly to Sister Sydney. "

Cen Zhiwan nodded, "Miss Sydney said, this time I went to Europe to find an m016 lens filter for me, she said she will come back this month..."

Xie Xueli has always been very trustworthy, at least to Cen Zhiwan and the others.

When Yang Jiabao was about to leave, Cen Zhiwan took out a gleaming copper key from Kun's bag.

Yang Jiabao paused, suspicious, "What is this?"

Cen Zhiwan went to poke the keyhole, "The key to the store. Let's put the camera in and leave."

Yang Jiabao froze, looked Cen Zhiwan up and down, and suddenly rushed forward, holding Cen Liuliu's arm, his lips trembling, "—Cen Zhiwan! I'll go, what's your relationship with... you and Sister Sydney? You're already married ,do you know?!"

Cen Zhiwan was inexplicable, why did she say exactly the same thing as what Chu Youqing said? When she found the finger cot in the car, Chu Youqing also asked the same question. Is Yang Jiabao already Chu Youqing's bad friend now, "What! What? Didn't know I was married!"

Yang Jiabao pointed to her nose and asked: "I'm going! How many good sisters do you have! What's the relationship between you, can she give you the key to the store?! Cen Wandou, do you want to die? Is your wife good? Did you provoke me?! Chu Youqing didn’t peel your skin! Didn’t... peel... mine!"

Cen Zhiwan's head was full of question marks, "Why did Chu Youqing peel your skin?"

As a carpet? ?

Yang Jiabao jumped, "She wanted to skin me last time! And last time, last time!!"

At which time, Cen Zhiwan teased her, "Oh, you are now with Chu Youqing."

Yang Jiabao didn't admit how much he was afraid of Mr. Chu, "I'm not defending Chu Youqing, I'm... defending the dignity of marriage!"

Cen Zhiwan was speechless, "You have left twice! What about your dignity!"

Yang Jiabao snatched the copper key and went to open the door, "—Get out of here! I don't care about you!"

The two fought and fought, moved several times, the trunk was emptied, and Cen Zhiwan left behind a few favorite models.

Yang Jiabao looked at the entrance of the alley, a little bit reluctantly, "Sister Xueli is going to be chic and happy again, and I will take a long vacation when the movie is settled."

Cen Zhiwan comforted her, "Soon, after making a movie, you can go wandering around the world."

Yang Jiabao gave Cen Zhiwan a resentful look, "Hurry up, I'm busy giving birth every day, and when you all have children, my movie hasn't come out yet!"

Cen Zhiwan snickered, "It's not possible."

Yang Jiabao snorted coldly, "Give me a letter."

Cen Zhiwan: "Tomorrow."

Yang Jiabao was confused, "Tomorrow? Not tomorrow! I'm not ready yet! I'm not mentally prepared!"

Cen Zhiwan asked: "Then how long will it take you?"

Yang Jiabao gritted his teeth, "Three days."

Cen Zhiwan started the car, "There is nothing to prepare, the script is like that."

Yang Jiabao blushed, "I want to prepare a kiss scene with Ningning..."

Cen Zhiwan almost drove onto the opposite road, "Wake up!"