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Ding ~

Wu Xiaozu, who was wearing a shallow layer of beard on his chin, wore a brown leather jacket and a baseball cap, pushed the door and walked into the second-hand store in the neighborhood. Various home furnishings and small ornaments were placed in the store, dazzled.

This retro Thrift Shop store brings small surprises from time to time and often sells some interesting gadgets. Wu Xiaozu was attracted by the vinyl record placed in the window, and there is also a video store next to him.

Handicraft shop.

"Look at it casually."

A lazy greeting came from the depths of the second-hand store of thrift goods, and then a light black-skinned young man was vaguely seen being urged by the old man to come over to entertain him.

"Sir, please see if you have anything you like."

A young man with a Chinese mixed-race black man wearing a flower turban wrapped in a Chicago baseball cap came over. He looked very young and had a silly temperament all over his body. He spoke in a muffled voice, probably because of the 'reversal'

Because of that.

Wu Xiaozu glanced at this tall young man. In terms of appearance, he looked pretty handsome among black people, about one-fifth of his appearance.

Big and thick lips are suitable for rap at first glance.

However, judging from the other party's honest and introverted appearance, I'm afraid there will be no chance in this life.

"How do you sell these vinyl records?" Wu Xiaozu pointed to several second-hand vinyl records for jazz.

"By 20 yuan each, these are of high quality, no scratches, and no needles are jumped."

The honest Chinese mixed-race guy was muffled and had some central state accents. He was obviously not a native of California, and his eyes were free to look at Wu Xiaozu.

"?"

Wu Xiaozu glanced at the pseudo-Nigger, turned around and walked out the door.

"Sheit~Song, you bastard, you are playing clever again."

The wrinkled white old man in the inner room walked out together with a tall young man with a pig waist and a face, just in time to look at Wu Xiaozu walking out.

The old man kicked the mixed-race Chinese young man in the ass, then smiled and apologized to Wu Xiaozu: "Sir, please don't rush to leave. If you really like it, the price can be negotiated, each one is 15 dollars...uh...12

How about a knife...11 knife?

Sir, many of these classical films are limited editions. If you miss them, it will be difficult for you to find them elsewhere. Believe me, you will definitely not suffer any loss at this price."

The young man with a pig waist and face picked up the vinyl record and flipped it, squeezing at the mixed-race young man.

"Black 8, I'll have all these pictures."

Wu Xiaozu, who lowered the brim of the hat, took out the cigar that he had not finished smoking, held it in his mouth, lowered his head to light it, spit out a sip of smoke, and looked at the "acquaintance" in front of him with great interest.

"FXXK!NONONO... This is a big loss!" A Chinese mixed-race named Song shouted.

The old man looked so naughty.

A tall, deep-eyed young man with a pig waist with a deep hairline didn't pay attention to Wu Xiaozu's appearance, although he felt familiar...

But Chinese people all look similar in his eyes.

Spread his hands.

"Sir, this record was recorded at The Victoria Theatre in London in 1971. You know the gloomy and conservative British guys are trying to show the Europeans how wonderful the jazz we Americans are, and you know the jazz is.

The scene is ten thousand times more wonderful than when the video was recorded. This improvisation is really precious. Look at Dizzy's iconic dizzy trumpet and show off its high-energy solo. It is wild and charming, and it is opposite and reaches a harmonious soul fusion, just like

I went to the African tribe that was reveling in the wilderness and looked up at the deep starry sky..."

Wu Xiaozu slightly raised the brim of his hat, looked at the tall, ill-faced, and a sensual and pale body with a scent of "flying leaves", and looked at the old and young next to him.

Is this a fucking thing about "Selling Cloth Heads"?

Yuanzhang Tarantino grinned, and his smile gradually solidified as Wu Xiaozu raised it.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Song Fei next to him smiled and echoed, noticing that his friend "Talentino"'s face turned stiff.

"Is it?" Wu Xiaozu looked at Quentin with a bright smile.

"When..." Song Fei opened his mouth and wanted to draw a conclusion, but he might be interrupted by Quentin's slap on the shoulder.

“NO!”

Quentin Tarantino said with a serious expression: "This chapter record is old and of old quality and is very average. Look at the dust has been laid, and it is obvious that no one has noticed it, if Mr. John doesn't

If you buy it, you just wait for it to continue eating ashes. Believe me, bro, this is a good deal. US$7, and the price is fair enough."

WTF(O_o)??

The old white man and Seung Fei looked at Quentin with a dull look on their faces.

"Believe me bro." Quentin kept winking at Seinfeld.

“…”

"He is the boss of a film company. Do you know "Saw" and the recently released "Se7en"? He is director Wu." Quentin muttered to his friends in a low voice.

???

!!!

"Oh, of course, this price is very suitable."

Song Fei immediately changed his course and smiled honestly. He could not tell that he was "crawling" just now.

The old white man widened his eyes and pointed his finger at the two bastards. Finally, he agreed to the deal helplessly and heartbrokenly.

There were 17 vinyl records in total, and a total of 119 US dollars were spent.

Lao Bai earned 115 US dollars with tears in his eyes.

no way.

He made these things from the street kids, and the only cost was the packaging box on it.

"Mr. John-I'll help you deliver these records to your residence?" Quentin took the initiative to help, and at the same time he secretly elbowed Seinfeld.

"Yes, I have a car."

"No, my car is parked nearby, by the way, you've seen 'him'."

Wu Xiaozu held a cigar in his mouth and pointed to the dark green Plymouth GTX muscle car parked at the door.

He patted the roof of the car, "He is a great guy."

“Yeah ~ Of course… great.”

Quentin sniffed and laughed hypocritically, "That... Director Wu, I like your "Seven Sins" very, very much. It's really cool. This drama is now responsive to the North American fan circle.

Small."

"Thank you, my partner, Mr. Harvey, told me this. Sorry, if nothing else..." Wu Xiaozu put on sunglasses.

“Oh oh ~~”

Quentin Tarantino quickly made way, and his wide leather jacket was put on his body, making it difficult to hide the stains on his collar.

Wu Xiaozu smiled slightly and knocked the accelerator.

"That... Director Wu, are you filming now?" Quentin asked quickly when he saw this.

"Yes, I have a new movie."

Looking at Quentin, who was eager to hit the headlines 26 times in front of him, Wu Xiaozu dealt with it casually, as if he posted a Weibo post.

"I'll leave if I'm fine, see you next time."

"By~"

Quentin smiled hypocritically and raised his hand, only seeing the muscle car in front of him rushing out with a bang, leaving only a butt of exhaust.

"Shet ~~ This is the director and boss who adopts your script?" Seinfeld looked around Quentin.

"FXXK! Damn-"

Quentin raised his middle finger, twitched his nose, and sucked, "The road of justice is surrounded by the evil men of tyranny, and guided the weak in the name of mercy and kindness. Blessed are those who pass through the road of darkness, because he takes care of his companions to find the lost lamb,

I will revenge on those who dare to poison and harm me and my companions. Then he will know that I am Jesus.

Remember, I will be more glorious one day than him.

By the way, you don’t know how charming his female secretary is. Hey, what are you doing? I’m talking to you, Song..."

Song Fei kept winking at Quentin, who was nagging, and the other party was still bragging.

The spitting stars flew to his face.

Looking at the old friend's anxious expression, Quentin suddenly saw the tires not far from his feet falling back...

Quentin glared:?

Song Fei nodded:!

Quentin's twisted glare:??
To be continued...