Chapter 376: Everything depends on you

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The veteran W takes the lead. This magazine, which has many years of history, has its fixed sales group. When the magazine is not officially listed for sale, it will first send it to the home of fixed customers.
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The beautiful scenery of Long Island, the stretch of greenery, the clean tree-lined path, and even the flower bed tiles that are extra from the side of the road are all poetic.
The bicycle delivery man with a white baseball cap, behind the shelf, was filled with newspapers and magazines to be delivered this morning.
Out of familiarity with the road, this young child, with his eyes closed, could finish the community.
A parabolic throw, a bundle of neatly bundled magazine rolls, crossed the fence of the garden and flew over the already withered flowers.
When the magazine was about to land, a glossy labrador rushed out like a gust of wind with its simple smile and intoxicating little beanies.
A high jump jumped the magazine in his mouth.
‘Good Mussolini! "The younger brother of the newspaper gave a goodbye to the black labrador and put his body on the bicycle again. All six others were finished.
Mussolini wagging his small tail, like a child giving a treasure, walked through the small door for the dog through the back door of the garden and came to the owner's breakfast table.
"Lily, your magazine." The man's gentleman picked up the Today Times newspaper and handed over the beautifully printed fashion magazine to his wife who was holding fried eggs.
"Oh, thank you..." The young couple, again, held up a barrier of indifference between them, a newspaper and a book.
A magazine with a touch of orchid fragrance was opened, and W was placed at the end. The young housewife preferred VOGUE at the top of fashion. The male model on the inside page was usually a substitute for her fantasy cold marriage.
The full version of the model on the inside page of this issue is all the figure of an Asian model. He is wearing a thin silk shirt and is looking at the window confusedly beside the white floor-to-ceiling curtains.
It's like being pure and helpless just waking up from a deep sleep in the morning.
The hostess looked a little dry, and she unconsciously picked up the sandwich toast and took a bite.
‘Wow’ magazine was gently turned over a page, and a full version of Qin Guan and Russell’s Armani perfume poster was displayed in front of the young housewife.
"George..."
"Huh?" The man behind the newspaper replied perfunctoryly without lifting his head.
"I'm going to the city with you today."
"Why?" At this time, the male host put down the newspaper and looked at the opposite young wife who had not communicated properly.
This very good young girl rarely has the habit of going out so early.
A pair of fair-skinned little feet that took off slippers, the incomparably toes toe, just like the hair blowing in the breeze, rubbing on the calf of the head of the family.
The fabric of the trousers can't stop this flirting, the tender touch of the instep, and the man's calf swept from top to bottom, and then sassafted down.
"I want to buy some Halloween sweets, and I also have to go to a department store in New York to buy myself a bottle of perfume. Well, this is Armani's latest on the market."
The magazine posters handed over, Qin Guan and Aquila are gazing at the expression. The pure black background is accompanied by a green transparent bottle, which has an indescribable elegance.
"It is said that this perfume is the water of life and the temptation of taboo love...I think we are at night...huh?"
The coquettish upper tail sound with a nasal sound, and the toe that stopped teasing finally landed on the root of the man's thigh, so that the surgeon sitting opposite the blood vessel and internal organs did not change color, and his face was quite exposed. For comfortable feelings.
"Listen to you..."
In countless ordinary American families, there are always people in their daily lives who discover the intrusion of this new Asian face.
The magazines and newspapers at the Manhattan sales point are the real big sellers of these periodicals. The rushed pedestrians don't care to look up at the contents and routinely throw away their change.
It was the tremendous flick that left the pedestrians in a hurry, leaving them a reason to stop.
"NYLON? A professionally classified fashion magazine? Well, it doesn't matter, buy one more."
"Boss, give me a copy of that vampire cover magazine."
On the streets of Manhattan, such a similar scene is always quietly played, because in a top model, Hollywood movie star in a number of magazines, such a unique cover, has not seen it for a long time.
Echoing with the Halloween atmosphere of tomorrow, it should have been the main buying group of office workers, and it became strange in an instant.
A group of hippies like pink fans, with heavy dark circles and a sense of decadence, dangling a dog chain, came to the newsstand to buy themselves a pack of chewing gum.
"Ouch! This magazine is awesome! It's really exciting!"
Qin Guan on the cover shouted towards the endless afterimages of the sun, sharp fangs gleaming in the cold cold light, and the dark castle with the dark taste of Hitchcock in the background, showing the identity of the owner.
The blood-red tears, the blood-red yang, and the blood-red embroidery on the chest add a bit of bloodthirsty taste to this black Dracula.
"Brother! Come and see, look at this look, absolutely my generation! It's him!"
By the time this group of eccentric groups, who had been advertised as independent, left, NYLON on the shelves was sold out.
T and V have been operating the same-sex bar belonging to two people. They will buy some fashion magazines that are mostly male models to enrich the shelves of their bars.
Because V has an accurate grasp of the people they like in the same meeting, the same-sex bar owners on this street like to give V the responsibility of purchasing magazines.
Apart from the fact that the men in the macho bar do not need to read magazines, most bars have a quiet atmosphere.
V got up early, and the blue apron on his body had not been taken off. He pointed to the NYLON behind the boss of the small newspaper booth and reported the number of today: "30 copies, thank you."
"That sales volume is not large, only 25 copies!"
"That's all it takes!"
"okay!"
Taking advantage of the boss's efforts to get the goods, V turned over the hottest VOUGE, "The boss will come with 10 more VOGUE."
These were prepared for the familiar store, and it was unexpected to see a model, which was published in two magazines at the same time. (To be continued.)