Mr. Yao's expression was sincere, "Eighteen yuan, you definitely don't lose, if you want to use our darkroom to develop photos, welcome to use it at any time." ”

Zhu Xiaohua's heart moved.

What he is most lacking now is a darkroom and manpower to develop his photographs.

However, when he thought of the last time these people had egged on customers to return the money, he felt that the person in front of him could not be trusted. He felt that Mr. Yao begged himself for the second time now, it must be because he really couldn't buy film.

Zhu Xiaohua didn't plan to sell it to them so easily.

Now that the ID photo market is so good, you can sit on these films and make money slowly. A box of film sold them eighteen, but if all of them were photographed, it would be two hundred and forty to four hundred and eighty.

At this time, there is no need to sell them the film and set up a competitor for yourself.

Zhu Xiaohua smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Yao for your kindness." I would venture to ask, if I didn't sell film and only used the darkroom in the scenic area, would you agree? ”

Mr. Yao's face sank, "I don't sell film, I just want to use the darkroom, this is a bit unreasonable, right?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua: "I won't use it in vain, I will pay you the original price." ”

Mr. Yao: "No. ”

Mr. Yao suddenly woke up that he had come to beg for help, and after finding that his tone was a little hard, he immediately softened his voice, "If eighteen yuan doesn't work, how much do you want to sell?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua: "It's hard to buy film now, and I'm looking for goods everywhere. Film is not what it used to be. The price of the film I bought from your window was twenty-eight. I'll sell you twenty-eight boxes if you want, and I'll only sell five hundred boxes at most." ”

Mr. Yao was a little angry when he heard this, but he still suppressed his anger and continued to say with a pleasant face: "One price, twenty yuan a box." I want a thousand boxes. ”

After not buying film last time, they bought some film from other places, sporadically, to keep the studio running. Until the past two days, a large number of people who took one-inch black and white photos suddenly poured in, saying that they were used to apply for identity cards.

They quickly ran out of film and were completely out of stock. Other channels are also completely out of food, leaving only empty film boxes. You ask me, I ask you, but there is no goods.

However, the number of people who came to ask for pictures continued unabated, and those who did not take pictures instead ran to the front of the Seagull Photo Studio to line up.

People all over L.A. need to take ID photos, and it's a huge market.

Mr. Yao couldn't miss this feast, so he made up his mind to come to the Seagull Photo Studio again.

Mr. Yao tried his best to put down the leader's shelf, and looked at Zhu Xiaohua with a kind attitude, with a begging attitude. However, the anger and arrogance in his bones cannot be suppressed. Zhu Xiaohua had already seen him pretending.

Zhu Xiaohua said with a resolute face: "No." Twenty-eight! ”

Mr. Yao finally couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his hand and waved it to the side, and said angrily: "Don't buy it." ”

This slap was just venting his dissatisfaction, and he didn't want to swing it out with one hand, but he slapped it firmly on Dian Sanlu's face.

Dian Sanlu said "ouch", covered his face, looked at the leader Mr. Yao with a face full of grievance, and muttered in a low voice: "If you don't buy it, you won't buy it, why are you beating me?" If you want to fight, you should also fight Zhu Xiaohua. ”

Mr. Yao glared at Dian Sanlu, and Dian Sanlu immediately closed his eyes.

Mr. Yao raised his feet and walked towards the door, angrily heading east.

Zhu Xiaohua followed behind and asked, "Mr. Yao, are you sure you won't buy it?" ”

Mr. Yao waved his hand, "Don't buy it." ”

Zhu Xiaohua smiled, packed his things, and was about to go to Changhong's home. Another figure rode a green post and telegraph bicycle and hurried over.

The man was dressed in a green uniform and wore a green hat with a red star on his forehead.

Behind him, on the green back seat of his bicycle, straddles a pair of deep-mouth satchels containing letters, newspapers and magazines.

The dark green satchel is printed with several large golden yellow characters: Chinese People's Post

The postman parked his bicycle in front of the Seagull Photo Studio, looked at the letter in his hand, and said to himself, "This is the Seagull Photo Studio." ”

The postman looked up and asked, "Who of you is Zhu Xiaohua?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua said: "I am." ”

The postman said, "I have a telegram of yours, come and sign for it." ”

He handed a ballpoint pen to Zhu Xiaohua, who signed his name in the place instructed.

The postman handed Zhu Xiaohua another letter, and then rode to the next house.

Zhu Xiaohua got the letter and looked at the green cover.

There are two large letters on the obverse: telegram. There is also a slightly smaller green font above: "Chinese People's Telecom".

Zhu Xiaohua thought, could it be that Chen Xiangmaru replied so quickly?

Not long ago, he sent a telegram to Chen Xiangmaru, informing him to come to Los Angeles to discuss the establishment of a photo studio and take pictures.

He tore open the letter, revealing a handwritten note inside.

"Marlboro has a new batch of film, if you want to reply quickly, send a car to pick it up. Old folks"

Seeing the words "Gu guy", Zhu Xiaohua just wanted to laugh, this was originally his name to the other party, but he didn't expect the other party to use it directly when leaving a message.

The person who sent the telegram was the guy who drove the film from Marlboro.

This telegram was not sent by Chen Xiangmaru, but by the owner of the Marlboro wholesale market.

The boss who sold him a cart of film.

He asked his fellow to send him a telegram.

The newspaper sheet has several black printed lead letters on the top and bottom. In the column of "Dispatch Bureau", it is written: Zheng Cheng.

Delivery date: 20 October. It was yesterday.

Zhu Xiaohua weighed the weight of this telegram.

At present, there is no shortage of film in the Seagull Photo Studio, and there are more than fifteen boxes.

However, there is a general shortage of film in the whole of Los Angeles, and it has been in short supply for a long time, and it is difficult to find a roll.

Zhu Xiaohua thought about whether to reply to the other party.

At this time, Tang Yimin had already packed up his camera and film and was ready to go out.

The east is already reddish, and the sun is coming out.

Zhu Xiaohua didn't think much about it, put away the telegram, got on a motorcycle, drove Tang Yimin, and hurried to Changhong's homeland.

Looking forward to today, today is another extremely busy day.

The motorcycle turned a few streets and soon arrived at Changhong Homestead. When passing through the north gate of Changhong's homeland, he saw two familiar figures, holding hands and walking out.

The two are none other than Gao Shijie and Wan Xiaoli.

There were a lot of people coming out of the north gate, and they were still very conspicuous when they walked in the crowd.

Zhu Xiaohua turned the motorcycle into the green belt and stopped. It's not far from the South Gate, just five or six minutes' walk.

He asked Tang Yimin to walk to the south gate of Changhong Homeland and take pictures first. He quietly followed.

Gao Shijie and Wan Xiaoli, one tall and one short, walked straight forward.

I only heard Wan Xiaoli say: "My brother-in-law was tricked by Zhu Xiaohua again, he sold all the cameras and films in the audio store to Zhu Xiaohua, and originally planned to change his career to sell tape recorders and tapes with peace of mind."

As a result, less than half a month after the sale, the whole city began to take pictures. Now many relatives are looking for their brothers-in-law, asking for film and cameras. ”