Log in to the farming game in advance

Chapter 417

A day later, the cameraman took [-] photos for trial printing, among which the officials in the administrative building bought one or two photos.

The rest of the photos are placed at the store of the photo studio and sold on the same day.

Some old orcs stood guard at the entrance of the photo studio early in the morning. As soon as the sky was bright, there was a long queue at the entrance.

The owner of the breakfast shop in the next street saw the orcs queuing up, his eyes lit up, he called the waiter in the shop, carried a few baskets of buns to the queue, and peddled them on the spot: "Sweet and delicious meat buns, you can buy ten for one piece. Send two!"

The orcs were hungry. Seeing the meat bun owner lift the steamer, a cloud of white mist rose into the sky, and the fresh aroma of the buns floated to their nostrils, and their throats unconsciously gurgled.

"Boss, I want two!"

"Boss, I'll buy ten!"

"Do you have any other buns? The meat buns are a bit tired."

The orcs scrambled to spend a few cents to buy meat buns from the owner of the meat buns.

At this time, the price of goods in Tomorrow City is relatively low, and a bun costs a penny, so the orcs don't panic if they have spare money.

The new citizens are a little hesitant. They used to suffer in the outer towns. It is normal for them to go without food for a day. When they have no rice to eat, they often eat grass.

Not to mention meat, it is considered lucky to see it once a month, and under normal circumstances there is meat to eat within a year.

After a while, the first batch of meat buns sold out, and the orcs who didn't make up their minds to buy buns swallowed their saliva. Seeing other people holding buns in their hands and swallowing them, they felt uneasy.

The thin skin was punctured by the teeth, and the tender red meat was exposed to the air. The smell of the meat wafted into the noses of the orcs in line. The smell was stronger and more irritating than before.

The owner of the bakery went back and forth, and there was a bang, and the orcs turned their heads to look, and the owner moved a few new steamers.

"Look here if you haven't eaten the steamed buns. The steamed stuffed buns are very fragrant, fresh out of the cage. The signature of Tomorrow City is here!"

Grumbling, the orc who didn't buy buns swallowed, and could no longer hold back the desire in his heart, trembling, and took out three cents in extreme confusion, "Boss, bring me a meat bun."

"Okay, three meat buns." The boss smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, and he was very happy.

While selling steamed stuffed buns, the boss took a look at the unopened photo studio and asked, "What's the name of this photo studio? There are so many people queuing up?"

"Hey, this is a long story. Didn't you read the "Tomorrow Evening Post" last night? The first photo studio in Tomorrow City opens today. Commemorative photos of the first voyage of three steamships cost [-] cents a piece."

The shop owner shook his head, "I was busy buying goods last night, so I didn't have time to look."

"Then you have to go to the newspaper office to buy a newspaper from last night and read it. The content is absolutely amazing, you can't miss it." When the orc talked about the photo studio, he ate a meat bun and explained what taking a photo was.

To take a picture, in the literal sense of Lionheart Common, means to embody an image on something, and newspapers say to print what you see with the naked eye on photosensitive paper.

Since the warship report is an important political content of the first page, the report of the photo studio is not on the first page, it is placed on the relatively minor second page.

Even so, it still occupies the entire page, which shows how much the government attaches importance to the photo studio, and the orcs also came to the photo studio.

The first photo is of great commemorative significance, and the photo studio printed [-] copies for the first time under the order of the administrative department, so it is not afraid that it will not be sold.

Ten minutes later, a clerk came to the door of the store and was shocked when he saw a group of people queuing up.

"Please wait for another ten minutes, I want to clean the store." The clerk opened the door in a hurry, and then went into the store to clean.

"I have to wait, my legs are numb."

"I've been standing there for half an hour, and I don't care about those ten minutes anymore. Little brother, hurry up and take out all the goods."

The orcs straightened their heads at the door and looked into the shop.

The store of the photo studio also adopts a relatively modern decoration. The store door is a large floor-to-ceiling window with high transparency.

There are also three electric lamps hanging on the ceiling. An opaque coating is added to the surface of the electric lamps to make the lights less dazzling. The warm yellow light shines on the wooden furniture below, casting a layer of warm light on them.

"Nice store."

"Look, there is a picture hanging on that wall, so realistic!" Some orcs stared at a picture hanging on the wall with wide eyes. There was a huge steel steamship, and a huge line of text was plated on the side string steel wall. , that is the code name of the warship.

Under the warship, there is a row of surging human heads standing on the bank of the river, which become the backdrop for the scenery of the warship sailing.

Another 2 minutes later, the orc, the store manager and cameraman, also came to the photo studio. He was also relieved to see so many people queuing up in advance.

The first print of [-] copies is really too much. To be honest, he doesn't know if it will be sold out. Seeing so many people queuing up now, he feels more at ease.

"Boss, what exactly does the photo look like? Is it the one on the wall?" The orcs' eyes shone with excitement, and their mouths twitched. They wished they could buy one right now and put it in front of them.

"Yes, that's the photo." The boss nodded affirmatively.

The orcs let out a cry of surprise.

"So real!"

"It's more real than painting, it's a terrifying technique."

"Boss, I want to buy five, when will they start selling?"

"Wait a little longer, everyone, please wait a little longer." The store manager entered the store, carried box after box of photos, and then took out the ledger and put it at the cash register.

The clerk also finished cleaning at this time, and stood at the cash register to collect money.

The orcs who lined up had long waited to see through, and when they learned that they could buy it, they all rushed in.

"Please line up in an orderly manner, or I will call the police!" The store manager yelled nervously, clutching the photo box, for fear of being robbed.

Fortunately, the orcs are all in the stage of quality education. When they heard the police, they immediately clamped their tails and quietly returned to the queue.

"Hello, how many copies do you want to buy?"

"Give me five!" The orcs handed over two yuan and fifty cents excitedly.

The boss took out five photos from the box and handed them to the buyer.

When the buyer got the photo, the orcs behind them stared at the photo with their eyes widened.

"So true!"

"I've seen this picture, it's exactly the same as yesterday!"

"It's incredible! Praise tomorrow!" The orc drew a circle on his chest, bowed his head slightly, with a pious expression on his face.

The No.1 buyer got the photo, walked out of the store immediately, and then looked closely at the first inch of the photo under the sun.

In the photo, huge warships are lying across the water of the yellow canal, swaying forests, crowded and enthusiastic orcs, sunshine and white clouds, everything is so real.

(End of this chapter)