"Take the album cover?" Tang De squinted his eyes and swept up and down to scan Raymond. "Hip hop music album?"

"Yeah, that's right, buddy." Raymond thought he was lucky enough to stumble upon a photographer who suited his preferences. "You know, for this day, I've prepared eight years, twelve lyrics, and each capital is my experience, my family, and my brothers around me. Wow, I can't wait to have them broadcast on major radio stations."

"That's really cool," Tang De skillfully raised his fist and punched Raymond.

"That's right, it's cool." Raymond just finished speaking when his phone suddenly rang. He handed the camera in his hand to the guy next to him and took out the phone to connect.

After receiving the camera, the younger brothers originally wanted to hang it around their necks for safekeeping, but suddenly saw the eye-catching and stimulating photo on it. They couldn't help but grope through it and start flipping through it.

It has been proven that when sperm enter the brain, men can learn anything in a very short amount of time. Although they have not been exposed to a camera, this little brother instinctively finds its operating logic.

He watched one by one, spitting and swallowing, while the people around him gathered curiously, either tiptoeing or supporting their shoulders to look at the edge photos on the camera screen.

"Gudong."

Acadington felt that many black boys had their eyes on him becoming fiery.

They weren't like this before!

She instantly forgot about Tang De's humiliation towards her, fully displaying her body lines and occasionally pulling down the zipper to reveal a little skin.

And behind Raymond, Davis felt as if he had an emerald green grassland on his head, so hateful that his eyes were almost staring out. But how could his alone power scare away all his companions.

He could only watch as everyone surrounded the camera, their faces turning red and their ears turning red, leaving himself powerless and furious here.

Meanwhile, Raymond is also in conversation with his agent.

"Yasen! I have some good news for you." Raymond's voice was a bit broad, with the rough style of an older brother. "A photographer who is very skilled at shooting is about to join us! Yeah!"

"Really, believe me, the photo was fantastic!"

"You will definitely like it, okay, hang up!"

Raymond hung up the phone and said to Don, "Hey buddy. Next week, Jason will fly to New York and we will shoot the MV and cover. He will come to see you."

Tang De raised his eyebrows and said, "No problem, do I need to prepare anything?"

Raymond waved his hand and said, "Of course not, buddy. I think you have no problem at all. When the time comes, find a few sexy girls and I'll stand in the center. Wow, wow, just thinking about it makes me excited."

He spoke all of this with a flurry of foam, as if the American Dream was about to come true before his eyes. However, Tang De was not interested in it and said, "Okay, can I leave now?"

"Of course!" Raymond handed the wallet from the stool to Don. "Hey buddy, come on, your things."

Because he only pinched one side, the wallet flipped open directly under the influence of gravity, revealing a delicate card with a police badge printed inside a transparent interlayer.

Raymond was stunned for a moment, then picked up his wallet and took a look.

Sure enough, it's the same as what he remembers.

This is a membership card that the local police brothers in New York have given to all regular donors. It is said to be divided into three levels: junior high and senior high. The junior level is a silver police badge, and the one Raymond has seen is exactly the same as the one in front of him.

And the holder of that card, who is a black singer he admires, is stuck on his car.

Damn it!

Raymond was furious and turned around, sticking his wallet to his younger brother's face. He covered him with his body and angrily whispered in his ear, "Damn it, you see what you're doing! He's connected to the police station! He's not an ordinary person! Do you want to kill yourself?"

Davis was a bit confused, his tone revealing panic: "So, what should I do?"

"Leave it to me, kid!" Raymond squeezed his younger brother's shoulder.

After he finished speaking, he immediately hugged Tang De's shoulder and thoughtfully put the wallet into his pocket. He also patted it with his generous big hand and said, "Brother, I want to apologize for my reckless younger brother..."

Tang De curled up his lips, not expecting that the junior membership card purchased by his father before his death was quite useful, at least it could intimidate some people in the poor areas.

Raymond apologized incessantly, but he didn't listen carefully. He only heard his promise to fight for a higher hourly wage for himself.

And he also stuffed a sum of money into today's photo shooting expenses.

When the two confirmed their collaboration, Raymond smiled happily, as if he had already seen the Grammy waving at him.

Tang De doesn't know what to say. Is this guy a well-known rapper from later generations? How could he be so confident?

Later on, I thought it was reasonable because these guys had a low vision, which made me realize that success was very simple. As long as I hung up the golden chain and sang a few hip-hop songs, I could gain a lot of fans and money, and reach the peak of my life.

But they often forget their true level.

However, this has nothing to do with him. He is just a photographer who takes photos with money, at most making his album cover explode and catch the eye.

After negotiating the time and leaving his contact information, Tang De took his camera away from the group of black guys who were moving around, and by now their gaze towards him had completely changed.

It's like looking at an authoritative mentor with excitement and admiration in his eyes, clearly impressed by his shooting skills.

Tang De remained calm and composed. He had seen this kind of gaze many times in his past life, and at his level, it was no longer him looking for people, but rather the welfare concubine who begged him to take photos.

Because being photographed by him is an honor! All like-minded people will regard the girl who appears on screen as the new generation of Tang girls, and it is widely circulated.

But that's all in the past.

Tang De walked back to the white neighborhood in the cool evening breeze, and when he reached his doorstep, he heard his mother's voice coming from inside.

"Regias! Stop! I told you to stop! Don't get the ground dirty!"

"Luis! You too, dare to play with your brother's guitar, or your brother will come back and beat you up!"

As usual, Tang De's family has always maintained a lively atmosphere.

Even though the lively atmosphere gave her mother Cameron a headache.

"Ding Lingling!" The wind chime at the door rang, and Tang De pushed open the door and walked into the living room. "I'm back."

"Brother!" Reggias, rolling on the ground, stopped and stood up honestly to welcome him.

Lewis, on the other hand, placed his hand behind him and pretended to be indifferent, staring at his brother with a slanted gaze.

Tang De didn't blame the two little guys. He went to Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and just reached out to touch their little heads, allowing them to continue playing happily before walking to the kitchen.

Mother Cameron was busy at the stove and said, "Why did you come back so early today? The work is over?"

"No, not today, but there's a job next week."

Tang De picked up an orange and peeled it open for himself, slowly tearing off the white orange veins on top. He explained to his mother, "I'm going to shoot the album cover."

"Album?" Cameron turned around and placed a frying pan on the countertop of Nakajima. She put a large bag of vegetables purchased with relief money into the sink to clean, and while picking and choosing, she asked in confusion, "Why, are you going to shoot a photo album for a big chested female celebrity? My great photographer."

She is very clear about what her son usually does, and Tang De never hides it.

"No, it's music, it's a music album."

"Thank goodness, it's not about shooting those nude magazines anymore," Cameron prayed with her hands clasped together.

Tang De shrugged with a smile on his lips and said, "Naked magazines make money quickly, Cameron."

"You and your father are simply carved from the same mold. Tang used to tell me the same thing when he was trading stocks, but you see, after he died, he owed a lot of debt. He caused his wife and children to live in slums." Although there was some resentment in his words, Cameron said with a smile.

Tang De knew that his father used to come from a remote family, after all, the status of Chinese people in that era was indeed very low. They could earn money through hard work, but they couldn't make much money.

"Don't worry, I won't follow my father's old path."

Tang De comforted his mother and started eating oranges. Suddenly, he remembered the scent of shower gel he had smelled from Scarlett, which also had a citrus flavor.

So he picked up an orange and lightly sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

Hmm... it smells really good.