When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 132 Levik's Shop
In a certain street a few blocks away, there are several stores mainly engaged in the manufacture of mechanical models. Compared with the splendor of the Metropolitan Opera House, this place looks very deserted, like a singing girl in her twilight.

After all, the threshold for playing and collecting this kind of mechanical model is relatively high. The simplest mechanical model made by hand costs thousands of dollars, and can only do some basic actions.

This kind of model with extremely low cost performance is destined to be circulated only in a small number of circles in the absence of capital operation. The growth of new users basically depends on the recommendation and drainage of old users.

Therefore, customers who rarely appear in the store, even if they do appear, are often regular customers. It can be said that these stores are extremely in line with the "temperament" of the entire street.

And at this time;

On this not-so-special day and time, two people rarely appeared on the street.

Although there is a distance between the two people, judging from the rhythm of their steps and the constant distance they maintain, they should both be aware of each other's existence.

"Simon, is there a guest here?"

The shop on the outermost side of the street opened a window in the direction of Linma Road. There were no models in it, but it was left empty, and it was used as a channel for shop owners to find out the source of customers and the time of occurrence.

During the boring and monotonous time of keeping the store, the store owners have developed more fun than selling models.

After all, to be able to open a store that is destined to lose money in the downtown area, and to keep the store open for a while, has proved that these store owners are not short of money.

Making models is for fun;

Opening a store is naturally for fun.

The one who just spoke was Sens. He was 35 years old and had a beard, which made him look a few years older than his actual age. Sitting behind the window and looking at the empty street outside, he looked a bit vicissitudes.

Simon, on the other hand, was sitting in the store with his mobile phone in his arms. Hearing what Sens said, he raised his head and showed a younger face. He looked twenty at most, and he was in the most youthful years of his life.

At such an age, it is extremely rare to be able to "sit dry" in this position, especially when he has wealth, this rarity will be doubled.

"so late?"

Simon looked down at the time on his phone.

21:34;
There are 26 minutes until he closes the shop.

"Ask them to come back tomorrow."

"Why, do you make money?" Sens asked with a smile.

"What money can I make here? And I just made a fortune in the stock market." Simon put away his phone and looked at the two figures outside, "If there are two beautiful ladies, I would still like to chat , but look at this figure
I thought that Levik next to him might be happy to host them. "

Levik, also a member of this street;
A circle older than the two of them, he is the oldest among the shopkeepers nearby.

But the one who settled in the first place will most likely be the first one to leave.

"I heard that the company he's in charge of seems to have some problems recently." Sens said, "If it can't be solved in the short term, he will definitely choose to close the store, and if he wants to have time and 'gold' power to toss these things, I'm afraid it will be impossible. .”

"Yes, I was able to make a fortune in the stock market because of his company's problems." Simon waved his hand, "There is a saying in the East that's close to the water, you get the moon first, I use it in the stock market, I believe Old Levik shouldn't mind me making a fortune out of his business."

Stock prices fluctuate faster than a cat's paws;

But it's the same as if you mastered the character of a cat, you can tame it;
When you can know the upcoming news of a certain company in advance, you can also make a fortune in the stock market by virtue of the information gap and time gap.

And who can know your news earlier than the neighbors who spend time with you day and night?
"The business world is really cruel."

Sens pursed his lips and continued to look out the window.

Simon also smiled, and then continued to play with his mobile phone.

in-store;

It is full of petty bourgeois sentiment and the melancholy atmosphere of Wenqing.

outside the store;

Nan Ke watched silently as the figure walked into the street ahead, and followed it unhurriedly.

When passing by the two shops at the front of the street, he turned his head and glanced curiously. The decoration style inside the shop was very rough, but it could be seen that the materials and design cost money.

A lock was put on the door of one of the stores, and it was obviously during the business hours, but there was no one in the store at all. There were two people in the other store, but they were not so much working as they were relaxing in the coffee shop.

And among the furnishings displayed in the store, there are only a few mechanical models, and most of the other shelves are empty, which reminds Nan Ke of Rolex counters. The rows of empty shelves seem to be a silent response to the trend of money worship. 'disdain'.

"There are no mechanical models in the mechanical model shop, so why open a shop?"

Nan Ke silently despised;
But immediately, he was stunned again, and said to himself:
"No wonder, no wonder there were always people looking at me with strange eyes when I was basking in the sun by the window before."

At that moment, just like this moment;
Putting aside the contempt in his heart, he silently cast a mutual admiring glance at the 'comrades' in the store, and Nan Ke continued to walk in.

The figure that followed several streets stopped at the door of the shop at the end of the street.

Nan Ke didn't keep his distance this time, but walked directly to the side of the figure about two meters away and stopped.

There is also a mechanical model shop on the side of the road, but it can be seen from the door and wall that this shop has a much longer history than the previous two.

And the decoration of this store
It can't be called decoration, it's like a garbage dump, but the garbage is all kinds of parts and model parts, piled together in a mess.

The only place in the whole store that was fairly neat and clean was a wooden table with mechanical models of various shapes crowdedly arranged on it, and the other was also a wooden table with an old man with gray temples sitting in front of him. .

The figure stood facing the shop for a while.

Nan Ke was beside him, and the surrounding wind 'tell' him that this 'person' standing shoulder to shoulder with him did not breathe.

a long time;

The figure opened his mouth and said: "If you listen quietly, you may hear the sound of the clockwork. This sound is like the beating of the heart, and there is a sense of vitality."

The sound is a bit empty, like electronic sound after mechanical processing.

But this electronic sound is processed very naturally, and it doesn't sound like a certain prison singer, which is offensive.

Nan Ke squinted his eyes, looked at the shop not far away, and said: "But this kind of 'vitality' seems a little bit cold."

Nan Ke didn't hear the conversation between the two shopkeepers next door, but judging from the 'furniture' and 'atmosphere' of this shop, he could easily see the problem.

The figure shook twice upon hearing the words, and then made a 'head up' movement, as if it was staring at the signboard of the storefront.

"I've lost a 'Levik' once, and I won't let another 'Levik' sell his shop out of poverty!"

(End of this chapter)