#trade show booths boston

[triumfous]

Sometimes exhibitors get very limited space for the trade show exhibit rental Boston to exhibit their Brand along with the products and services. Let us suppose the space we have to make an eye-catching and attractive booth design in just a 10x20 space now what will we do?

[standzone]

Standszone: Your Trusted Exhibition Stand Builders and Contractors Across the United States

When it comes to making a significant impact at trade shows and exhibitions across the United States, Standszone stands as your trusted partner. With a reputation for exceptional craftsmanship and expertise as both exhibition stand builders and contractors, Standszone has become a name synonymous with excellence in the industry. In this comprehensive article, we'll take you on a journey through key cities in the United States, including Anaheim, Atlanta, Boston, Chicago, Detroit, Houston, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Miami, Orlando, San Francisco, and Washington. Explore how Standszone, your trusted Exhibition Stand Builders and Contractors, can elevate your brand's presence in each of these locations.

Table of Contents

Introduction

The Excellence of Exhibition Stand Builders and Contractors

Anaheim: Where Creativity Meets Exhibition Stand Excellence

Atlanta: Leading the Way in Exhibition Stand Services

Boston: Pioneering Exhibition Stand Solutions

Chicago: Urban Innovation in Exhibition Stand Building and Contracting

Detroit: Mastering Exhibition Stand Craftsmanship and Contracting

Houston: Innovating Exhibition Stand Design and Building

Las Vegas: Captivating Exhibition Stands in the Entertainment Capital

Los Angeles: Coastal Charm Meets Stand Expertise

Miami: Contemporary Elegance in Exhibition Stand Services

Orlando: Creating Magical Exhibition Stand Experiences

San Francisco: Tech-Forward Stands by Expert Contractors

Washington: Political Capital, Exhibition Stand Innovation

Why Choose Standszone

Conclusion

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. Introduction

In the dynamic world of trade shows and exhibitions, your booth or stand is your brand's stage. Standszone understands this, and as your trusted Exhibition Stand Builders and Contractors, they ensure your brand takes center stage. This article not only introduces you to their exceptional work but also delves into their projects in key cities across the United States.

2. The Excellence of Exhibition Stand Builders and Contractors

Building an exhibition stand is a blend of creativity, precision, and innovation. Standszone excels in understanding your brand, its narrative, and its goals. As both exhibition stand builders and contractors, they guarantee that every facet of your stand aligns perfectly with your brand's identity and message.

3. Anaheim: Where Creativity Meets Exhibition Stand Excellence

Anaheim, with its vibrant atmosphere, provides an ideal canvas for exhibition stand excellence. Standszone in Anaheim combines creativity and precision to deliver stands that captivate your audience, reinforcing your brand's message.

4. Atlanta: Leading the Way in Exhibition Stand Services

Atlanta, a city known for its innovation, demands nothing but the best in exhibition stand services. Standszone Atlanta leads the way with expertise in both exhibition stand building and contracting, ensuring your brand shines in this dynamic metropolis.

5. Boston: Pioneering Exhibition Stand Solutions

Boston, steeped in history and progress, calls for pioneering exhibition stand solutions. Standszone Boston excels in both exhibition stand building and contracting, seamlessly blending technology and design to make your brand stand out.

6. Chicago: Urban Innovation in Exhibition Stand Building and Contracting

Chicago, the epitome of urban innovation, demands excellence in exhibition stand building and contracting. Standszone Chicago specializes in creating stands that reflect the city's forward-thinking spirit.

7. Detroit: Mastering Exhibition Stand Craftsmanship and Contracting

Detroit, a city known for its craftsmanship and industry, inspires Standszone Detroit to master exhibition stand craftsmanship and contracting. Here, tradition meets innovation, resulting in stands that are both culturally rooted and visually striking.

8. Houston: Innovating Exhibition Stand Design and Building

Houston, a city of innovation and energy, deserves nothing less than innovation in exhibition stand design and building. Standszone Houston excels in both, reflecting the city's dynamic spirit and setting new standards for the industry.

9. Las Vegas: Captivating Exhibition Stands in the Entertainment Capital

Las Vegas, the entertainment capital of the world, calls for captivating exhibition stands that steal the show. Standszone Las Vegas specializes in creating stands that are as exciting and memorable as the city itself.

10. Los Angeles: Coastal Charm Meets Stand Expertise

Los Angeles, with its coastal charm, provides a unique backdrop for exhibition stand expertise. Standszone Los Angeles excels in both exhibition stand building and contracting, delivering stands that resonate with the city's seaside spirit.

11. Miami: Contemporary Elegance in Exhibition Stand Services

Miami, known for its contemporary elegance, demands nothing less than excellence in exhibition stand services. Standszone Miami specializes in creating stands that seamlessly blend luxury and functionality, making your brand shine in this glamorous city.

12. Orlando: Creating Magical Exhibition Stand Experiences

Orlando, a city known for its magic, inspires Standszone Orlando to create exhibition stands that offer magical experiences. Their stands are designed to captivate and engage, leaving a lasting impression on attendees.

13. San Francisco: Tech-Forward Stands by Expert Contractors

San Francisco, a tech-forward city, calls for stands that reflect innovation. Standszone San Francisco excels in both exhibition stand building and contracting, infusing every stand with cutting-edge technology and design.

14. Washington: Political Capital, Exhibition Stand Innovation

Washington, the political capital, demands innovation in exhibition stand services. Standszone Washington specializes in creating stands that reflect the city's significance while ensuring your brand's message stands out.

15. Why Choose Standszone

After exploring Standszone's exceptional work in key cities across the United States, you might be wondering why you should choose them for your next exhibition stand project. Here are some compelling reasons:

Expertise: With years of experience, Standszone has become a leader in both exhibition stand building and contracting.

Customization: They understand the uniqueness of each client and tailor stands to their specific needs and branding.

Quality Craftsmanship: Standszone is committed to delivering stands of the highest quality.

Innovation: They stay at the forefront of exhibition technology and design trends.

Customer-Centric Approach: Above all, they prioritize customer satisfaction and work closely with clients to bring their vision to life.

16. Conclusion

In the ever-evolving world of exhibition stand builders and contractors in the United States, Standszone stands as your trusted partner. From the creativity of Anaheim to the innovation of Chicago, they have made their mark across the nation. Choosing Standszone for your next exhibition stand project means choosing quality, creativity, and precision. Contact Standszone today and elevate your brand's exhibition experience.

17. Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1. What sets Standszone apart from other exhibition stand builders and contractors in the United States? A1. Standszone's unique blend of creativity, precision, and innovation distinguishes them as industry leaders. They excel in both exhibition stand building and contracting, creating captivating experiences.

Q2. Does Standszone offer services only in the mentioned cities? A2. While they have a strong presence in these cities, Standszone can handle projects across the United States, ensuring their exceptional services are accessible wherever needed.

Q3. Can Standszone manage large-scale exhibitions? A3. Absolutely. They have the capacity and expertise to handle exhibitions of all sizes, from intimate trade shows to massive expos.

Q4. How does Standszone ensure their stands effectively represent the client's brand identity? A4. Standszone takes a customer-centric approach, working closely with clients to understand their brand identity and objectives. Every stand they create is a true reflection of the client's unique identity.

Q5. What is the typical turnaround time for a project with Standszone? A5. Turnaround times may vary based on project complexity, but Standszone is known for its efficiency and commitment to meeting deadlines, ensuring projects are completed in a timely manner.

[printoncarpet-boston]

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For all your printing on carpet needs in Boston, reach out to Print On Carpet Boston today. We are here to assist you in turning your vision into reality. Whether you have inquiries about our services or would like to discuss a specific project, our friendly team of experts is ready to assist you. Don't hesitate to contact us for printing on carpet and custom printed carpets in Boston. Let us bring your ideas to life and create stunning, personalized carpets that elevate your space.

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[exhibition-stand-builder-dubai]

We have seen a lot of great one's trade show booth rentals in Boston that had interesting themes but missed the point of visitors because there was no association with the company's brand. So, if you are planning to exhibit in Boston and don't know where to start. Here are some ways to get you a trade show exhibit in Boston that will pull the crowd. https://www.expostandservice.us/trade-show-booth-rental-in-boston/

[vrseo1]

Creative and Innovative Ideas for your Trade Show Booth in Chicago

Creative and Innovative Ideas for your Trade Show Booth in Chicago

Participating in a tradeshow is a vast investment, whether we talk in terms of money or in terms of time. It is a platform that allows you to get connected with your target audience and a place wherein you get a chance to create a long-lasting relationship with existing as well as newbies of the market. To promote your product and want to reach potential customers, then the most significant part…

[geminixevans-stan]

Solve The Riddle - Part 2

Pairing: Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black Reader

Words: 3.7k+

Summary: Sometimes it’s nice to have wandering eyes..

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, fingering, dirty talk, voyeurism, Ari’s accent, hair pulling.

A/N: This is the second installment of Solve the Riddle Au! I promised you all shenanigans in the 2nd part and let’s just say we get close to just who Ari really is! I hope you all enjoy this part! Let me know how you feel! Like, comment, & Reblog! ♥ divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Spurt after spurt of white heat spilled from his weeping tip and onto the back of the mewling blissed-out woman from under him. To her, it was the best fuck she had in her life. Unfortunately for him, it was just another day on the job. Another day of having his cock used by the actress or actresses of the day. Ari was so tired of the mundane days of being on set and never thought that he would be thinking of trading all the fame and fortune to be back in Boston. The older he got, the more Los Angeles was looking like a place where he didn’t belong.

Sure, they loved him here. Well, they loved his body and his cock most importantly. When he wasn’t on set, he would be at home on days where he craved being in control of his own content. One thing that he never did was show his face on camera. He still had some respect you know? Just imagine if he were to be spotted one day by one of the ladies in his hometown.

He knew that he would be embarrassed, disgusted, and amused all at the same time. That was his one deal-breaker and the company he worked for never broke his request. Until now.

“Come on Ari! You have the face for this. What’s one face shot gonna do to you?” his agent making an exasperated sigh, pinching his nose, “Don’t you wanna make it further in the business?” That was one thing that he would never budge on and his agency was getting tired of his little “clause”. Ari could give a fuck about the money but this was something that he actually loved to do once upon a time in his earlier years.

He was a man and has always been a raging body full of hormones that did him worse than good sometimes. His dad would always say, “Son ya keep this up and ya dick will surely fall off,” and to this day with the many women having the privilege to have their cunts wrapped around his cock, it’s still there. A glorious cock if he said so himself. He was proud of it and would make sure the world got off to it at any time of day.

Now at his age, he was just trying to get back to the calmness of things. Los Angeles treated him well, but he knew Boston would treat him better. So he left the lights and cameras behind and decided that it was finally time to come home.

You didn’t think it was possible for the rink to be this packed but Ari proved you wrong with how much he put into advertising the grand reopening. From radio slots, flyers, and social media engagement, it looked like the entire city of Boston was here all at once. The skates were flying off the shelves and you and Sarah had never been so tired in your lives. Neither of you minding the busy crowd, it was a complete turn from what you two were usually used to.

Thanks to Mickey, skates stayed on the wooden floor while everyone jammed to hit after hit coming from the DJ booth. You really couldn’t blame them because he was just that good. Every once and a while Sarah would be spotted by the booth chatting it up with him under the guise of just “checking up” on him. Knowing better you let her shoot every shot in the book.

If you thought Ari was gonna be like old man Nick, you were mistaken. Nick never placed a skate on his foot but Ari? Oh, he was among the other guests, skating with them and looking carefree as ever. He had that same infectious smile on his face and he didn’t look like he was going to stop skating anytime soon.

The rush Ari felt through him was pure nostalgia. He remembered Saturday nights here just skating his troubles away or just having fun with his friends. Now being back in the same place that brought him joy was like a dream come true. He could now call this rink his own and was going to treat it like his baby. Even though there was nowhere he would rather be, something was still missing as the air pushed his flowing locks back.

His movements didn’t cease but his eyes scanned the entire place until he spotted you behind the counter giving out some skates to a group of kids. The way you smiled at everyone that stepped to you and how you actually looked like you were enjoying the atmosphere made a smile creep up his lips like no other.

This feeling was definitely more than lust. If he had to be honest with himself, it was like mixed with deep lust-- a crush maybe and he wanted to do more to you than you could have even imagined.

As the line to the counter ceased, you looked to see Ari’s eyes locked on you. With a smile that could make you melt in seconds, he waved you over. Without hesitation, you slid over the top of the counter and walked to the edge of the skate area. Ari rounded the corner making it over to stop in front of you.

“Wanna skate for a bit?”

you looked back to see if anyone was waiting in line, “What if someone needs skates?” you question loudly over the music.

Ari turns your face back to him with the crook of his finger, “It’s Sarah’s turn anyway and time you had some fun sweethaht. Come on grab yah skates!”

Having not to be told twice, you didn’t hesitate to go to the back and slip your skates on and joining Ari on the floor. Song after song consisted of both of you trying to keep up with the other. You had to admit that Ari had moves and wasn’t afraid to show it. It made you wonder just what other moves he had up his sleeve.

The rink had closed down less than two hours ago but everyone who worked stayed back for a well-needed decompression from the night’s activities. With Mickey pouring everyone shot after shot it was safe to say that everyone had more than a buzz going on. The conversations were flowing effortlessly with Micky and Ari cracking jokes on each other, making You and Sarah fall over each other in laughter.

“Yah know yah coulda stayed in Greece if yah were just gonna bust my balls Mick,” Ari said through fits of laughter.

“Yeah and then who else were you gonna find to play dumbass?” a smirk pulling at the corner of Mickey’s lips. He was met at silence to his question, giving Ari a long stare, “I rest my case!”

The group erupted with more laughter as you downed a shot with Mickey refilling it automatically. “Give it a rest Mickey! I still need to drive home you know?”

He gave a light chuckle, pouring himself another drink, “What?! I’m just congratulating you two on a job well done,” giving you a beaming smile then looking over at Sarah and taking his lip between his teeth.

“You did really good too Mickey. Like. Really… good,” the tone in Sarah’s voice lowering in a way that you never heard before.

“Can’t take all the credit gorgeous. I had a good luck charm the entire night,” Mickey responds without taking his eyes off Sarah

“Still feeling lucky?”

Mickey rested his elbows on the counter, resting his chin in his hands, “You tell me gorgeous. Has it ran out already?” If the sexual tension was any thicker, it would have drowned everyone. Ari turned his gaze at you, stifling a laugh as he took another sip of his drink.

You hid your smile, looking over Sarah. It was very apparent that Mickey had a hold on her and she was definitely fine with being trapped by him. She stood up, nudging you to let her out of the booth, “I’ll be back… Need to head to the ladies’ room,” her voice trailing as she keeps her eyes focused on Mickey the entire time.

Ari looking at the entire exchange grabbed the liquor bottle from the counter and poured himself another drink. He placed the bottle near your glass, signaling if you wanted more, “Want another sweethaht? I definitely do.”

Stifling in another laugh you nod your head, “Lay it on me, boss,” pushing your glass over to him.

Ari hung his head low for a second, giving a low chuckle before reappearing, “Just Ari, sweethaht. Boss… makes me feel old,” giving you a sheepish smile, pouring your shot.

His age may be a little bit older than you but he looked nothing like it. Being playful, you leaned over, taking a fake serious look at his face, “My statement still stands, you don’t look old. Except for the crow’s feet,” you say with a sly smirk.

“Hey!” the laughter erupted from his throat causing your laugh to appear. Each of you not being able to catch your breath, fell over each other in a tipsy stupor.

Had you not been laughing so hard, you both would have heard Mickey say, “Gonna go take a leak. These drinks are catching up,” slipping away quickly as you and Ari start to gain your composure. When you both came to, you both could see that you were the only ones at the bar and that just started a whole other fit of laughter.

“And then there were two!” you shout, downing your untouched shot. Ari followed suit, slamming the glass down after. This was the first time ever being alone with Ari and if you were sober, this would have been an awkward encounter.

All inhibitions were gone and the open space between you and Ari made him seem further than he really was. As if Ari could tell what you were thinking, he slid from his stool to the one next to you, giving you a quizzical look. “Penny for yah thoughts?” he asks, pushing the glass out of your way.

You didn’t know what to say or how to even start. Drinking was the worst idea ever and you knew it. But you were already under the influence and daring as ever. His scent was five times more intoxicating up close and the way those pretty blue twinkled in the light was sending heat straight to your core.

Asking the one thing that you knew could deter your actual thoughts, “How do you get your hair like that?” Ari didn’t think that would be on your mind but of course, he wanted to indulge you. He quirked his eyebrow, letting his tongue slide over his plump bottom lip. The act alone caused you to clench your thighs, hoping it went unnoticed.

“Why yah wanna know sweethaht?”

“I… It looks really soft and flowy is all. Just an observation.”

Ari straightens up letting out a low hum, “Wanna touch it?” he could see your eyes get wide, and that alone could have killed him, “My hair, sweethaht. You said it was soft. Touch,” He says in a light command and one that you don’t hesitate to follow. With a shaky hand, you reach and card your fingers through his hair, knowing now it was softer than you ever imagined.

In a perfect world, you could stay here forever but, he is your boss and he probably looked at you like a kid. You got lost in the softness of his strands, manipulating them in every way that you forget a person was attached to them.

You gave a simple tug, setting a different type of flame in Ari and you didn’t even know it. He leaned into your touch, growling lightly, snapping you from your trance. Realizing just what you were doing, you slip your hand away, “I’m so sorry… didn’t mean to do that,” you mutter quickly.

Ari fixes his hair a bit, taking a good look at your face full of shame, “Trust me, sweethaht, you did something. Just not what you think you did,” he laughs, pressing his teeth into his bottom lip.

“You’re not hurt?”

He shakes his head at you capturing your chin between his fingers, “No�� Far from it…” his face getting closer to yours, smelling the faint smell of the liquor on his tongue. There was a change in the energy as it shifted and this was definitely not him looking at you like a kid. You were his prey and he didn’t mind chasing.

Things were getting heated and there was no denying that his stare was doing things to you. Suddenly a loud crash was heard from the back, causing you and Ari’s heads to snap to the sound.

Knowing that Sarah hadn’t made it back yet, you were starting to get worried, “I should go check on Sarah, that sounded loud,” you say standing up from your stool, your legs a little wobbly. Taking a step forward was harder than you thought, the liquor coursing through you to blame.

Seeing your staggering frame, Ari held his arm out to make sure you didn’t fall, “Trust me if I know Mickey, she’s safe,” he says in a reassuring tone.

You look at the man trying to keep you safe, finally understanding what he meant, “You don’t think they…” your words lingering, knowing that he could be right. But you had to make sure and you took all the energy as you straightened up, “It won’t be long just gonna make sure she’s okay.”

Patting his arm, you let him know that you would be just fine. The walk was longer than usual, not wanting to do a faceplant in front of Ari. The hallway was dimly lit, which made it a little easier to maneuver through. The bathroom was your destination but the backroom was lit and the door was slightly opened.

The rattling of the lockers and breathy moans could be heard the close you got. What met your eyes should have made you turn away. The image of Mickey buried deep inside Sarah had to be the closest thing to any porn you had favorited on your laptop. You shouldn’t be looking but the way Sarah sounded mixed with Mickey’s snapping hips, kept you stuck in one position.

You were in a trance and didn’t even know that you were being followed. Ari wanted to make sure you didn’t fall anywhere and found your frozen body at a cracked door. The closer he got the more his ears could tell what had you at a standstill.

Taking a few quiet steps, Ari wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you to his chest, slipping a hand over your mouth. He felt your body tense up, placing his mouth to the shell of your ear. “Jus me sweethaht,” letting his hand slip down as your body relaxed. He looked over your shoulder getting the same show as you.

Ari wasn’t as star-struck as you but he couldn’t lie that this wasn’t hot. The girl he wanted to ruin was being a peeping tom and he was gonna make sure you knew, “Never thought I peg yah as a voyeur sweethaht. Like what yah see?” his voice low as he ghosts his lips over your neck.

You start to turn your head to look at Ari, but he turns your head back around, pointing his finger back to Sarah and Mickey, “I was just... she isn’t hurt that’s for sure,” you whisper hearing his faint growl in your ear.

It was official that you had a thing for accents and it was getting so hard to not think about the mystery man even more. Ari kept a tight hold to your waist, pressing his erection against your back, “Dodging my question sweethaht. Gonna answer it or do I have to find out myself?” nipping at your ear, dropping his hands run them slowly up and down your thighs.

You thought being close to him was the best feeling, but his hands touching places and ghosting over your core was sending you in a frenzy. Tonight you didn’t care about the consequences, you wanted him now and you weren’t taking no for an answer.

Grasping his hand in yours, you keep your eyes on the view in front of you. Sliding Ari’s hand between your legs making him cup your covered mound. The hitch in Ari’s breath could be heard and you knew he wanted it as bad as you.

He let you go at your own pace, grinding his hardness up against you. With quick movements, you pulled the elastic of your tights, sliding his hand down.

Ari wasted no time pushing past the band of your pants and pushing between your folds, finding how drenched you were, “Yah really like it. Juicy cunt soaking my fingers,” he grunts sliding his fingers up and down, swirling your wetness over your clit.

Your mouth went slack as he swiped his fingers over your sensitive button, causing a low broken moan from our mouth, “Shh sweethaht, don’t want them hearing you be a greedy slut now do we?” he says mockingly, sinking two fingers into your dripping cunt.

He hissed at the tight fit, he was so wished you were wrapped around his cock the way you were clenching around him. His fingers slid in and out making a light sloshing noise from the creaminess covering his hand. A moan was daring to come out, biting your lip to stop.

Until Ari curled his fingers in the right spot, your mouth flew open but He placed his free hand over your mouth again, breathing against your ear, “Think yah friend knows yah being a whore and getting off to her?” he asks, lowly laughing at how desperate you looked. Shaking your head side to side, “No? Look at her. Cunt being stretched out and she can’t do shit but take it.”

His mouth was going to be the death of you and it sounded so familiar. You were two lost to care, melting against his chest as he fingers snapped inside your quivering hole, “Fahk yah so wet for me… or is it them?” his voice sounding as turned on as you.

Ari let his hand fall from your lips, asking for an answer. “B-Both!” you croaked out hoping to not alarm Mickey and Sarah. Her screaming would have drowned out anything at that point. She was just as lost as you, being bent over as she took everything Mickey gave her.

You felt his hand close over your mouth again, chuckling against your ear, giving it a heated kiss, “Listen to yah baby. Might have to stuff that pretty little mouth,” he felt you clench at the thought, making the front of his pants become tighter, “Fahk, you’d like that wouldn’t yah? Too bad I want you to beg for it, sweethaht,” breathing against your skin as he brings you closer, finding friction between both bodies.

Ari’s mouth and hands were sending you to straight heaven and the coil tightening in your core was coming quicker than you knew it could. You couldn’t even get your own self off this way and here was Ari, working your body as if he knew it like the back of his hand. He could feel you fluttering around him, pressing his thumb to your clit and rubbing circles while making his fingers bump the spongy part.

His words of ‘go on pretty girl’, ‘doin’ so good’, and ‘make a mess’ were filling your ear. The higher Ari took you, the more you were grinding back against him, pre-cum dribbling from his tip and staining his briefs. He wanted to be buried in you at the point and he wasn’t gonna do it here… not yet anyway.

The way you were clenching and rubbing against him was enough to blow his load and he was chasing the same high as you. Your hand flew up, gripping his arm, the sight of Sarah and Mickey but a blur as your coil snapped, sending you to a euphoria that you never experienced. White filled your eyes, your body arching as you covered Ari’s entire hand with your release. In your high, you heard him grunt and whine in your ear feeling warmth spread over the swell of your ass.

Ari’s hand slipped from your mouth, locking his fingers in your hair and pulling you back to smash his lips to yours. It was possessive and needy, his tongue slipping over yours, claiming every part of you.

He pulls from your lips, popping his fingers coated with your release in his mouth, sucking off every drop before crashing his lips back to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed tasting the mixture of your essence and Ari’s tongue, getting lost in him again.

You both heard the sound of shuffling, watching Sarah and Mickey getting dressed. You and Ari quickly move away from the door, heading back to the bar as if nothing had happened.

Your bed never felt better the moment you finally laid down in it. Your body was more relaxed than it had ever been and you were starting to wonder what this meant for you and Ari. He was still your boss and what if he regretted what you two did?

But there was something that still wasn’t sitting right with you. Why did he sound so much like the faceless man that you got off to? His normal voice wasn’t much of a match. But when he was turned on, they were neck and neck.

Opening up your laptop, you tap on your bookmarks and click the link that you frequent the most. Setting your headphones over your ear. His voice filled your ears and the more he moaned and grunted the more you were starting to believe your suspicions. He even talked the same filth as Ari.

No… It can’t be.

You paid attention to his arms and the hair looked the same. Had Ari not have his sleeves always rolled up you would have never known. But there was one thing that caught you off guard and alarms started to set off, mystery man had the same necklace that you always see Ari wear.

That’s no coincidence!

There was no way that these were two different people! You were now convinced that the mystery man was Ari. How were you going to know for sure?

Tags: @naelovescandy @palmstreesallday

[indieephemera]

T-shirt from The Record Hospital’s Rough Trade Orgy on WHRB, a week-long block of programming celebrating the famed British record label, taking place May 17–23, 1992.

While I was not yet a DJ at WHRB at the time of this Orgy, I had begun my association with the station via my friend Douglas, a recent graduate of both Harvard and the station. I’d met him at a rock show in New York City, where we were both living in late 1991.

Douglas learned early on what a huge Go-Betweens fan I was, and I think that was the original impetus in connecting me with some of the then-current DJs, as I had records that could help with that section of the Orgy. And of course I had some other Rough Trade releases as well. Plus, home base was still my parents’ house in the Boston suburbs, so I could head up there to assist, no problem.

Douglas connected me with Stephanie, who likewise put me in touch with Victor, who was doing the Go-Betweens segment. I did indeed head back up to Boston with some of my records, hanging out at the station, observing the action in the booth and meeting other DJs. Hey, this was really cool! So was the t-shirt that everyone participating received. Though it was (and still is) huuuuge. Those nineties XL men’s t-shirts, man.

My volunteer shift completed, I headed back to New York. But when I moved back to Boston the following year, I had already laid the groundwork for my own on-air stint as part of the Record Hospital crew...

[prettyboybarzal]

tattoos together // tyler seguin

pairing: tyler seguin x reader

summary: it’s july 4th and you’re supposed to be celebrating on the cape with your best friend, tyler, and dozens of party goers. but things take a turn when he’s drafted to the dallas stars. 

(a slow burn, friend to lovers fic w/ the gift of boston tyler seguin and dallas tyler seguin AND matching tattoos) 

word count: 4k+

author’s note: this is just part one of idk how many, but i was inspired and needed to write this story. think of this chapter as a prologue of some sort... ps. this was inspired by “tattoos together” by lauv

warnings: alcohol, getting tattoos (??), cursing

Sometime within Tyler Seguin’s first year living in Boston, you bumped into him at a coffee shop. I mean, literally bumped into him. You were on the way to your first day of classes at Boston University and spilled your entire coffee on him. It was his fault, which he claimed almost immediately as he’d been looking down at his phone when it happened.

You had no clue who he was, but he was so pretty that your anger about the wasted coffee quickly dissipated. You almost let him get away with fucking up your morning routine. But, as if he knew the coffee was important, he nodded over to the shop and offered to buy you another.

You stood in line beside him, twiddling your thumbs around the sleeve of the now empty coffee cup.

“Are you from around here?”

“Yeah, I grew up just outside the city.”

“You live here now, though?”

“Yep.”

The conversation was dry, due in part to your exhaustion and lack of caffeine. He noted this, not bothering to push conversation anymore despite feeling desperate to talk to you.

You ordered, “Medium French Vanilla coffee with half and half, please.”

“She’ll have a large,” Tyler interjected. “She needs it.”

Before you could object, the barista was gone and Tyler was shrugging unapologetically at you.

When Tyler took the coffee from the barista’s hand, he snatched the pen off the counter as well. You watched as he etched his name and number onto the sleeve before handing it over to you. He smiled easily and said, “I’m new around here. I could use a native’s tips on the city.”

You never called him, or texted, until running into him at a bar a month later. He recognized you immediately from the other side of the room and quickly made his way over, shrugging off a girl whose name he couldn’t remember just to get to you. You had your back to him, but the look on your girl friend’s face was enough to make you turn and face him.

“French Vanilla,” he greeted. You laughed. “You never called.”

“I don’t normally call random men I meet, whether it’s at a coffee shop or a bar.”

Tyler scoffed at this before asking, “Have you gotten a drink yet?”

And, just as quickly as it had gone up, your cool girl façade was down.

“No, this place has the shittiest service.”

“Yeah?” Tyler asked, sensing the challenge. He raised a hand at the bartender and was served immediately. He relayed his drink order before glancing over at you and telling the bartender, “And whatever these two want.”

The bartender took your orders and left to make your drinks, leaving you to stare at Tyler in amazement, “How?”

“I might be a bit of a regular,” he murmured. When the drinks were placed down and Tyler grabbed his card to pay, the bartender simply stated, “You’re covered. Keep playing hard.”

“Playing hard?”

“I’m Tyler Seguin,” he said. He extended his hand and you shook it, a look of confusion still displayed on your face. “Of the Boston Bruins.”

“Oh, shit!” That’s all you said in response before dropping your hand. “Cool.”

The response was refreshing. Most girls already knew who he was, but you didn’t and he liked that. He invited you and your friend back to his booth, and you went because the promise of free alcohol was too good to pass up. 

“Most girls would’ve at least texted me if I gave them my number,” Tyler pushed. You were sitting beside him, watching your friend flirt with one of his teammates. His arm rested on the couch behind your head.

You smirked at how annoyed he seemed to be by the radio silence from you. Stirring the straw in your drink, you shrugged and teased, “Had I known you were a rich and famous hockey star, maybe I would’ve called you. You should’ve told me sooner.”

“Does this mean you’ll call me tomorrow?”

“I can smell the desperation on you, Seguin,” you stated. You turned your body to face him. “I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Who said I wanted that?”

“Your body language and persistence.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Something like that.”

At the end of the night, you wrote your number on a napkin and shoved it in his shirt pocket.

From then on, he invited you out every time he was hitting the bars. Pretty soon, he was asking you to grab food in the middle of the day. It snowballed into movie nights and wine, sleepovers with face masks, and lots of take-out.

Tyler liked you, but he liked the freedom of casual hookups way more. His fear of losing you was much stronger than his want for a relationship. And the same could be said for you. You were crazy about him, but not crazy enough to lose him. So, somewhere along the line, your relationship became strictly platonic.

Besides, it was easy to ignore your feelings when you’d only admitted it out loud once (under the influence of tequila) to your best friend, Lauren.

“You can’t expect us to spend as much time as we do with each other and not develop feelings,” you’d said. “But, right now, I’m having fun with casual stuff. And so is he. There’s no reason for me to pursue a relationship with someone as special as Ty right now. It’s too soon, we’re too young. Maybe one day, but not today.”

Now, as you stood teary eyed in his bathroom mirror, you were left wondering if that day would ever come. What the hell had you been biding your time for?

“It’s going to be fine!” Tyler calls from the other side of the bathroom door. You sniffle, but give no response knowing that your voice will fail you. He lets out a long sigh in the hallway. “Will you stop crying?”

“I’m not crying anymore!”

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he argues. Despite the situation at hand, you can hear the smile in his voice. “I hear you sniffling. Open the door. 

Frantically, you wipe away the smudged mascara beneath your eyes before sucking in a breath and releasing it uneasily moments later. The body behind the door remains, only silently this time. Pushing away from the counter, you turn to the door and grab the nob. When you pull it open, Tyler comes tumbling into the room.

He straightens up and flashes you a lopsided grin before tugging on one of the belt loops on your jeans. You fall into his chest with a thud, melting as his arms wrap around you. For a few moments, the room is silent. He laces his fingers through the ends of your hair and places a kiss on the crown of your head.

You mumble into his chest, “I don’t want you to go to Dallas.”

“I know.”

Suddenly, the sadness fades to anger as your train of thought drifts to the reason you suspect he’s in this situation. He’s been the irresponsible rookie, the life of the party, the womanizer… All titles that definitely made the decision to trade him to Dallas easier.

You push him away with a rough shove of his chest and scold him, “You’re such an idiot, do you know that? Fuck, Tyler.”

A frown replaces his goofy smile as he crosses his arms over his chest and grunts, “This isn’t a conversation I want to have with you of all people.”

You back down from the challenge, acknowledging the bubble of your friendship that so often excluded the hockey world. There’s no reason to shatter it on tonight of all nights, so instead of pressing on, you murmur, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He pulls his snapback off his head to run his fingers through his hair before placing it back down. “Now, can we please eat dinner and get ready for this party? It’s too late to cancel now.”

Down stairs, you and Tyler bustle about the kitchen. He put a pizza in the oven right before the phone call about the trade came in and you ran off to cry in the bathroom. When you return, it’s done and Tyler grabs a dish towel to take the tray out of the oven.

You slice the pie into an equal eight pieces before he takes it to the dining table. Tyler eats two slices for every one you manage, making sure you’re getting enough before picking up the next one. It’s comfortably silent, something the two of you are used to. The only conversation you share is between eyebrow raises, giggles, and moans of appreciation for the food on your plates.

When Tyler finishes off his last slice, he wipes the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, then with a napkin, and you find yourself staring. He’s completely oblivious to your wandering eyes, pushing away from the table to take his plate to the sink and leaving the last slice of pizza for you (like he always does). 

It’s a mixture of the excitement of the Fourth of July and the sadness of Tyler’s inevitable departure from Boston that ends up getting you as drunk as you are by 8 p.m. It’s been an hour since everyone started showing up and you stopped counting your drinks. And, quite honestly, you’re feeling good.

Tyler is the man of the hour, as expected, and he’s hardly by your side for the first hour. Each time he’s with, you watch him get whisked away to say hello to someone new, be it a teammate or one of his casual hookups.

Most nights this happens you don’t mind one bit, but tonight is different because moments with him are fleeting.

Once it seems like the flow of party guests has slowed, Tyler finds you again. He offers you a sympathetic smile and all is forgiven. From that moment on, he hardly leaves your side. He tugs on your hand when you try to leave the room or pulls you into his side when he sees your thoughts drifting away from the fun of the party.

Tyler knows where your head is at because he feels the same way about leaving. While he loved Boston and he’d miss it when he moved to Texas, he knew it was really you he’d be missing. You made an unfamiliar place feel like home.

“I’m going to top myself off,” you state, pushing yourself away from the counter. You sway on your feet, causing Tyler to reach forward to steady you. “Need anything?”

He shakes his head and responds, “I’m okay.”

Tyler watches you walk away and stares at you through the sliding glass door as you fill up your cup. You’re inevitably joined by a friend of a friend who starts chatting you up and you’re giggling at him, hand on his arm. Tyler needs to shake himself out of the trance he’s in.

The hardest pill for him to swallow, he’s decided, is the fact that he never took his time in Boston to pursue you.

His eyes drift out to the back deck again and he finds that you’ve settled against the railing, gazing up at the guy in front of you. He’s seen you give that look to guys before and he always finds himself wishing he was on the other end of it. With a grunt, he forces himself to walk away and push the sight out of his mind, opting to flirt with the pretty blonde by the beer pong table instead.

It’s not long before you rejoin the party and, when you find Tyler again, he’s playing beer pong with that same girl. He notices your presence as you settle against the back of the couch in the living room to watch the game. Your swollen lips don’t go unnoticed and neither does the presence of the guy by your side. You smile at Tyler and get one in return, but you’re completely oblivious to how half assed it is.

He brushes you off, turning to whisper something flirty in the ear of the blonde beside him before sinking his ping pong ball in the second to last cup. The guy beside you nudges you with his shoulder and asks, “Do you know him?”

“Tyler?” you ask with an air of familiarity. He nods. You smirk mischievously and answer, “Sort of.”

You turn your attention back to the beer pong game. There’s only one cup left and you fully intend on yanking Tyler away from the table as soon as he sinks the final shot, especially once you feel this guy’s hand wrap around yours.

Tyler hits the cup and embraces his partner before turning to bask in the cheers of his party guests, only to find himself face-to-face with you.

“Save me,” you murmur. He glances down at you, then over to your hand. You give him a pout, the type you know he can’t resist, and suddenly he’s relaxing his shoulders, eyes wide and concerned. “I do not want to kiss this guy again.”

“What are you going to do when I’m not here to bail you out anymore?” Tyler asks. You huff at him, adding an eye roll for emphasis. He looks over at your hand again and then up at the guy holding it. “Hey, dude, I’m going to steal her. Enjoy the party!”

Your new friend backs off, as any smart man would do when confronted by Tyler Seguin. 

Tyler grabs your hand and pulls you down the hall with him until the music from the living room is drowned out. You find yourselves just outside his bedroom door. The lights in the hallway are out to keep people from coming down to his room. He releases your hand and presses his back up against the wall. You step forward and drop your head to his shoulder. 

“Don’t let me do that again,” you whine. Tyler’s shoulders shake with laughter. “What the hell am I supposed to do when you move away?”

“Not make out with weirdos.”

“How was I supposed to know he was weird?”

“You can just tell that about a guy,” Tyler explains. You pull back to look up at him with a questioning glance. “Like, I’m too good looking to be a weirdo.”

“And humble, too,” you tease. He laughs, tossing his head back to direct his laughter at the ceiling. “Did I cock block you?”

He shrugs, a cocky smirk lying on his face, and answers, “Possibly.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. He gives no response, only offering you a soft smile instead of words. Truth be told, he didn’t mind that you pulled him away from the table, not one bit. You stared up at him, admiring his face until hiccup. Tyler giggles as you reveal, “I’m drunk.”

“I can tell.”

“How are you not?”

“I’m getting there,” he answers. He grabs your hip, squeezing it as he pulls you closer to him. “Maybe I’m trying to look at for you.” 

“I don’t need you to look out for me!”

“You sure?” he asks, dropping his hand. He furrows his eyebrows, annoyed by your comment, for whatever reason he doesn’t understand. He slips away from you, starts walking down the hall, and calls back, “Let’s see how that goes for the rest of the night.” 

Tyler disappears into the crowd, leaving you to fend for yourself. And, at first, it’s not that bad. You find a group of girls that you’d met through the Bruins boys and spend a while hanging out with them. But, one-by-one, they’re plucked up by men at the party and you’re left alone again. 

Not long after, the guy from the deck finds you. As he approaches, you search the room frantically to find Tyler is watching. His grin doesn’t fall, it stays wide and taunting. He’s not coming to your rescue this time.

“I thought I wouldn’t see you again,” porch guy says. “Seguin didn’t make a move on you?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

You hope this comment makes him change his mind about hitting on you, but he’s persistent. You can’t even comprehend much of what he’s saying because your eyes keep glancing over his shoulder at Tyler who’s now officially tuned out of your misfortune. He’s leaning against the wall, gripping the waist of some girl doing a full Jersey Turnpike against him.

He glances up once more and smirks.  Smug little bitch.

The next time you find Tyler alone, he’s in the kitchen. He’s facing the counter, his back to you, as he slices up limes and places them on a plate with tequila shots in the middle. You approach quietly until you’re close enough to wrap your arms around his waist.

“She comes crawling back,” Tyler murmurs. You hum, poking your head out to the side of his arm to look at what he’s doing. He turns to face you. “What do you want?”

“I want you to keep the creeps away from me.”

“So, you admit that you need me to look out for you?” he asks. He extends his arms behind him and places his palms flat against the counter as you press your face into his stomach. “Say it!”

“I need you to look out for me,” you mumble into his stomach. He laughs before winding his arms around you once more. “Bitch.”

“Hey!” he exclaims, shoving you off him. “Say nice things to me. You know I’m fragile.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “What you got here?”

“Tequila shots,” he answers. He plucks two shots off the plate and hands one over to you. You tap the little plastic cups together before tossing the shots back, shuddering at the taste.

“Let’s ditch this party.”

Tyler chuckles at your proposition, then sees that you’re serious. He takes the shot glass from you and moves to the sink to toss them in it. He turns again to face you and leans up against the edge of the counter.

“What? You want me to just kick everyone out?”

“Why not?” you ask. Your grin is contagious and it makes Tyler smile even wider. “We don’t care about any of these people anyway. Your teammates that were here all left with the girls.”

“It’s only 10 p.m., though.”

“Okay?”

“The night is young.”

There’s a beat of silence. He’s waiting to see what you have planned at the sake of an early night. You exclaim, “Let’s get tattoos!”

“Tonight?” Tyler asks with his eyebrows stitched together in confusion. You nod, smiling goofily at his surprise. “Your mom would kill me.”

“She absolutely would not,” you remark. “She loves you.”

The compliment brings a smug smile to his lips. Tyler stares up at the ceiling, allowing your suggestion to set in. Finally, he looks back down and asks, “What would we even get?”

It’s not a yes, but it’s close enough. You hop up excitedly, pressing both palms against his shoulders. The answer is easy, so it rolls right off your tongue.

“Stars.”

His eyebrows raise as he repeats, “Stars?”

“Yes, as in the Dallas Stars.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he teases. You glare at him playfully, but your smile returns when he wraps his arm around your waist and brings his face to yours. You can smell the liquor on his breath when the tip of his nose touches yours. He’s so close you could kiss him. “Let’s do it.”

Despite the late hour and it being a national holiday, Tyler’s able to call in a favor and ends up getting a tattoo artist to work on the two of you. Tyler was buzzing with excitement the entire car ride to the tattoo shop. You watched him chat away with the cab driver, wondering how he was being so brave. He feels your eyes on him and looks over with a smile.

“You okay?”

“I don’t know if I can do it,” you admit. Tyler’s eyebrows stitch together. He reaches out, running his hand over your hair and down to cup the nape of your neck.

“I’ll go first, alright?” he offers. “You’ll be fine. Actually, you have to be fine because you can’t back out now.”

Tyler keeps his promise and settles into the chair effortlessly within five minutes of entering the tattoo shop.

You watch Tyler flex his bicep as he sits and, quickly, divert your gaze. It doesn’t go unnoticed as both the artist and Tyler, glance toward you. Tyler smirks knowingly at the redness of your neck, the subtle biting of the inside of your cheek. He’s satisfied with the reaction, having only gotten it from you twice before tonight.

And, then, he’s brought back to reality as the tattoo artist starts explaining what he’s about to do.

You should’ve gone first because watching the needle go into Tyler’s arm like that freaks you out. Tyler reaches out with his other hand, noticing how pale your face is, and squeezes your knee. You look up at him and he mumbles, “Relax. It’s fine. See?” 

He smiles brightly to help the situation

“I’ll be here the whole time, too.”

A little while later, after there’s a star on the inside of Tyler’s bicep, you find yourself in the chair. Your arm is positioned so that your palm is face up. Tyler inches closer to you, the wrap on his arm making an uncomfortable sound, and asks, “Are you sure about getting it on your wrist?”

His question is met with a glare and a sharp, “I’ll back out.”

“You can’t back out, YN!” he exclaims. “We’re gonna have tattoos together! That’s a level of friendship I’ve never been on with anyone before!”

“Friendship?” the tattoo artist asks under his breath. Your cheeks flush at the question, but Tyler ignores it.

“You’re going to be fine.”

You end up feeling more than fine. The feeling of the needle on your skin definitely wasn’t ideal, but it looked worse than it felt. Though, you pretended to be in immense pain as Tyler sat there holding your hand. It was a good excuse for the physical contact.

As soon as the artist is done, he steps away to clean up a bit and Tyler lifts your wrist to his eye level. He stares, open-mouthed, at the four little stars on your wrist. It’s hardly anything to gawk at, but he finds himself falling in love with the little make-shift constellation on your skin. 

“It’s so pretty,” Tyler coos. He resists the urge to run his finger along the fresh ink, but he so badly wants to touch it. “I love it.”

You shouldn’t be staring at him like this, especially not when you have fresh ink on your skin to admire. But it’s so hard to look away from him. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty when he’s admiring you.

“Honesty hour?” Tyler asks as you pull one of his sweatshirts over your head. He’s sitting against the frame of the bed with a bottle of champagne in his hand. You two have been nursing the bottle since you got back to the house over an hour ago, keeping your buzz from the night going.

You sit cross-legged across from him and nod.

“Sure.”

“When I met you in that bar after you didn’t call me, I was so sure that we would sleep together once and that would be it,” Tyler admits. He lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a swig. You laugh at him. “You just wouldn’t let me even try.”

“It’s because I find you repulsive.”

“That’s a damn lie!” he exclaims with a cocky eyebrow raise. He extends the bottle to you and you take it without a second thought. “You know I’m attractive.” He waits a beat and says, “I know you’re attractive.”

You swallow the liquid and wave him off, muttering an ‘okay’.

“Two years of friendship and we never even kissed,” Tyler remarks. You nod at him before handing the bottle back to shut him up. It works for a moment as he takes another sip of the alcohol, but then he opens his mouth again to ask, “Why is that?” 

“Why did we never kiss?” you ask, making sure you heard him right. Tyler nods. “I’ve seen what happens to the girls you get romantically involved with. They don’t stick around very long.”

You’re surprised by how honest your response is… And apparently so is Tyler. He leans his head back against the bed and runs a hand over the scruff on his face.

“For whatever reason, I wanted to stick around.”

For several reasons, actually, but you can’t say that.

“I’m ready for bed,” Tyler announces suddenly. He takes one last swig of the champagne and hands it over to you. “Finish it off. I’m gonna go brush my teeth.”

You chug the rest of the liquor, feeling the need to be intoxicated to withstand the tension between the two of you. Then, you pop into the bathroom to brush your teeth beside him. He smiles at you in the mirror, happy with the domesticated scene he’s a part of.

He rinses off his toothbrush and places it on the counter before slipping out of the bathroom behind you to return to the bedroom.

You join him not long after. He’s sitting up against the headboard, his newly tattooed arm resting behind his head as he waits for your arrival. You slip under the covers beside him, immediately nestling your head into the pillow beneath you. He slides down as well, flicking the lamp beside him off.

“Ty?” you call. He hums in response. When you shift to face him, he follows your lead. Another minute goes by without a word. The light from the window is just bright enough to make out his profile. You can see his big brown eyes staring at you intently.

Finally, after you fail to speak up, he asks, “Yes?”

“You’re my best friend,” you whisper. Tyler folds his pillow beneath his head and nods. “You don’t know how much I love you.” Tyler was about to butt in, but you pushed your index finger against his lips to keep him quiet. “I’m proud of you, despite everything. I always am.”

“I know that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t say it enough,” you state. Tyler stays silent. “I just feel the need to give you the verbal validation. You know, since you’re so fragile.”

Tyler chuckles at this. He reaches over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but he doesn’t retract his hand right away, allowing his thumb to brush over your cheekbone. He sighs and tells you, “I’m proud of you, too, even though you’re a broke college student.” 

“Thanks.” You chuckle along with him. “Promise you won’t forget about me when you’re living large in Texas?”

“I could never forget you, YN,” Tyler murmurs. “Especially not now that you made me get a tattoo with you.” 

The room goes silent again, but this silence feels heavy. It’s loaded and slightly uncomfortable. Tyler’s thumb is still running along your cheekbone, until it abruptly stops and he sighs again. He shifts, bringing his face closer to yours and, suddenly, your heart rate speeds up. He states, “Honesty hour.”

“Okay.”

“I think I’d beat myself up forever if I never kissed you before moving to Texas.”

Nothing else needs to be said. You lean in instantaneously and plant your lips on his. It’s somewhere between a peck and something more and it only last a moment. It feels way too quick. When you pull away, Tyler’s eyes are wide and searching.

“What?” you ask. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You’re chest-to-chest, staring into each other’s eyes. It feels so intimate and Tyler can’t stop thinking about how that kiss wasn’t enough. All these years he’s been convinced that one kiss would be enough to rid him of his yearning for you.

It only made it worse.

He shakes his head, a coy smile playing on his lips, and then he tucks your head beneath his chin. He decides he can’t kiss you again because it’ll just make this more difficult. His hand travels over your back and keeps you tight against his bare chest. He murmurs, “Goodnight.”

“Night, Ty.”

[darkpeachcat]

Great clue! Suspicious U.S. seafood received at Huanan Seafood Market before the outbreak

In mid-November 2019, a batch of seafood from Maine, USA was shipped to Wuhan South China Seafood Market through the cold chain. In just a few weeks, employees of many merchants in the South China Seafood Market experienced symptoms of pneumonia of unknown origin one after another, and they were infected with the new coronary pneumonia.

　　 into the border

　　 At 4:4 am on November 11, 2019, China Eastern Airlines Flight MU298 landed at Shanghai Pudong International Airport.

　　 A batch of American cold-chain cargo carried on board the aircraft was unloaded from the cabin of the North Airport Cargo Terminal and transported to the international cargo arrival area to wait for entry. Among them are 55 boxes of 823.4 kilograms of chilled American Boston lobsters.

　　 The goods arrived quickly because of air freight. Only 3 days have passed since the time when Wang, an employee of company X, placed an order on the fresh food cross-border trading platform. But they have to act quickly and send the goods to Shanghai, Hubei, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Henan and other places as soon as possible. 26 customers have ordered this batch of lobsters, with a total value of 1,6483.5 US dollars.

　　Before shipment, they will open the box and inspect the goods as usual, and then package them with the original packaging, ice packs and water and temperature control sponges, and send them to subscribers everywhere.

　　 Zheng is also one of the subscribers of this batch of lobsters. He is the owner of merchant A of Wuhan South China Seafood Market. On November 11 and 12, 2019, he placed an order for a total of 140.08 kilograms of lobster on the X company network platform. In recent years, Zheng has a group of regular hotel customers, and he also provides aquatic products to other merchants in the South China Seafood Market.

　　 I am afraid it was this batch of American lobsters that opened the Pandora's box of the epidemic in the South China Seafood Market.

　　Expansion

　　 Everything looks normal.

At 10 am on November 11, 2019, at Shanghai Pudong International Airport, the driver Yan loaded 55 boxes of American lobsters on the truck and transported them to the Shanghai branch of Company X; at 17:00 on the 11th and 12th, the Shanghai branch of Company X had two branches Secondly, 35.39 kg and 104.69 kg of lobster were sent to Wuhan South China Seafood Market; at 4:40 am on the 12th and 7 am on the 13th, Zheng waited for his goods by the northwest road of the market.

According to the sales records of merchant A, more than 80 kg of the 140.08 kg of American lobster were sold to 3 fixed hotel merchants, and 36 kg were resold to other merchants in the South China Seafood Market, of which 0.85 kg was sold to merchant B’s owner Wen Mou, and the rest retail.

　　 Among the first batch of people infected with new coronary pneumonia in Wuhan, 3 were employees of merchant B. They all became ill in December. An environmental positive sample was also collected on the ground of the merchant.

Not only that, the employees of merchants C and D of the South China Seafood Market, Ming, Cai, Xu, Hu, etc., after borrowing the packaging materials of American cold chain products purchased by merchant A, also appeared in the earliest infected persons in Wuhan. List.

　　 can be seen more clearly from the booth map around the A store. There are many infected persons and positive environmental samples in nearby businesses. Among the 13 merchants and employees in the surrounding area, 7 merchants were found to have positive seroantibodies, and one of the merchants also detected positive environmental samples. Further investigation revealed that Zheng had 41 trading partners and 39 WeChat friends in the seafood market. He has cross-linked transactions with merchants E and F. These two merchants are located in the earliest concentrated outbreak area, and many people have positive seroantibodies; the 6 merchants of merchant H, merchant J, merchant K, etc. that he communicates with daily, all found more Positive environmental points and sero-positive persons. Whether the early epidemic in the South China seafood market was imported through the cold chain of these US seafood products has become the biggest doubt. The traceability results of the epidemic in Xinfadi in Beijing in June 2020, Dalian in Liaoning in July, and Qingdao in Shandong in October all point to imported cold chain products. Therefore, it is entirely possible for the virus to attach to the cold chain packaging of this batch of seafood products in the United States and enter the South China seafood market.

　　 This possibility is also supported by the "China-WHO Joint Research Report on the Traceability of New Coronavirus" released by the WHO in March this year. The report states: "Research shows that the new coronavirus can survive for a long time under the conditions of frozen food, packaging and cold chain products. The index cases in the recent epidemic in China are related to the cold chain; in some other cold chain products provided to China The virus was found on the country’s packaging and products, indicating that it can be spread over long distances through cold chain products."

　　 disease source

　　According to sales, logistics and customs declaration records, from October to November 2019 before the outbreak of the South China Seafood Market, Merchant A was the only merchant operating American cold chain products in the entire market. And it was in mid-November that Merchant A purchased this batch of American lobsters, and has not purchased American cold chain products since then.

After December 2019, some hospitals in Wuhan have successively found multiple confirmed cases of new coronary pneumonia with a history of exposure to the South China Seafood Market. At this time, it was about a month after this batch of American seafood entered the South China Seafood Market. Latent to a cycle of onset.

　　 The batch of American lobsters ordered by X company’s network platform was packaged and packaged by American Seashell. Founded in 2011, the company is a wholesaler specializing in sourcing fresh North Atlantic lobster from the United States and Canada. The lobsters that entered China were caught by the company from October 20 to November 5, 2019 from the Atlantic Ocean's FAO21 waters, and then transported to the Haibei company's factory for temporary storage. After a Chinese customer places an order, it will be shipped to China through the cold chain. The headquarters of Seashell is Maine. From July to the end of October 2019, the Maine Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, local media, and residents’ personal social accounts repeatedly reported "e-cigarette pneumonia", which is a "suspected new coronary pneumonia" case that has been kept secret in the United States. The flu season in the United States is generally from November of that year to June of the following year, but "e-cigarette pneumonia" appeared early in July, which is very abnormal.

In York County, where Hiby’s factory is located, cases of “e-cigarette pneumonia” have already been detected. According to information released by the Maine Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, as early as July 2019, York County Hospital received a lot of “e-cigarette pneumonia”. "Case. The map shows that the hospital is less than 2.6 kilometers away from Haibei Company by car. Someone might ask that these 55 boxes of lobster were delivered to 26 customers in 5 provinces in batches. Except for the South China Seafood Market, the personnel and purchasers of cold chain products in the process of loading and unloading, transportation, processing, etc. during the circulation of cold chain products in China No cases of infection were found. Why did the infection occur only in the South China Seafood Market?

　　 This is not surprising. On the packaging of cold chain products, the virus can survive, but it cannot replicate. It only survives in one or several parts of a certain package. After this batch of seafood entered China, the part of the products with the virus happened to be delivered to the South China Seafood Market. The staff of the stall without protective measures came into contact with the virus attached to the inner packaging and became infected when they opened the packaging for sale. Caused the spread of the virus and the outbreak of the epidemic. This sporadic nature of cold chain transmission also appeared many times in later epidemics in Xinfadi in Beijing, Dalian in Liaoning, and Qingdao in Shandong.

　　 As a result, a chain of virus transmission from the United States to the South China seafood market has clearly emerged.

　　 (In order to protect the privacy of the parties, the real names and names of the interviewees and related businesses have been omitted from the text)

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Great clue! Suspicious U.S. seafood received before the outbreak at Huanan Seafood Market

In mid-November 2019, a batch of seafood from Maine, USA was shipped to Wuhan South China Seafood Market through the cold chain. In just a few weeks, employees of many merchants in the South China Seafood Market experienced symptoms of pneumonia of unknown origin one after another, and they were infected with new coronary pneumonia.

　　 into the border

　　 At 4:4 am on November 11, 2019, China Eastern Airlines Flight MU298 landed at Shanghai Pudong International Airport.

　　A batch of American cold-chain cargo carried on board the aircraft was unloaded from the cabin of the North Airport Cargo Terminal and transported to the international cargo arrival area to wait for entry. Among them are 55 boxes of 823.4 kilograms of chilled American Boston lobsters.

　　 The goods arrived quickly because of air freight. Only 3 days have passed since the time when Wang, an employee of company X, placed an order on the fresh food cross-border trading platform. But they have to act quickly and send the goods to Shanghai, Hubei, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Henan and other places as soon as possible. 26 customers have ordered this batch of lobsters, with a total value of 1,6483.5 US dollars.

　　Before shipment, they will open the box and inspect the goods as usual, and then package them with the original packaging, ice packs and water and temperature control sponges, and send them to subscribers everywhere.

　　 Zheng is also one of the subscribers of this batch of lobsters. He is the owner of merchant A of Wuhan South China Seafood Market. On November 11 and 12, 2019, he placed an order for a total of 140.08 kilograms of lobster on the X company network platform. In recent years, Zheng has a group of regular hotel customers, and he also provides aquatic products to other merchants in the South China Seafood Market.

　　 I am afraid it was this batch of American lobsters that opened the Pandora's box of the epidemic in the South China Seafood Market.

　　Expansion

　　 Everything looks normal.

At 10 am on November 11, 2019, at Shanghai Pudong International Airport, the driver Yan loaded 55 boxes of American lobsters on the truck and transported them to the Shanghai branch of Company X; at 17:00 on the 11th and 12th, the Shanghai branch of Company X divided two Secondly, 35.39 kg and 104.69 kg of lobsters were sent to Wuhan South China Seafood Market; at 4:40 am on the 12th and 7 am on the 13th, Zheng waited for his goods by the northwest road of the market.

According to the sales records of merchant A, more than 80 kg of the 140.08 kg of American lobster were sold to 3 fixed hotel merchants, and 36 kg were resold to other merchants in the South China Seafood Market, of which 0.85 kg was sold to merchant B’s owner Wen Mou, and the rest retail.

　　 Among the first batch of people infected with new coronary pneumonia in Wuhan, 3 were employees of merchant B, and they all became ill in December. An environmental positive sample was also collected on the ground of the merchant.

Not only that, the employees of merchants C and D of the South China Seafood Market, Ming, Cai, Xu, Hu, etc., after borrowing the packaging materials of American cold chain products purchased by merchant A, also appeared in the earliest infected persons in Wuhan. List.

　　 can be seen more clearly from the booth map around the A store. There are many infected persons and positive environmental samples in nearby businesses. Among the 13 merchants and employees in the surrounding area, 7 merchants were found to have positive seroantibodies, and one of the merchants also detected positive environmental samples.

　　 There are more infected people in nearby businesses

　　 Further investigation found that Zheng also had 41 trading partners and 39 WeChat friends in the seafood market. He has cross-linking transactions with merchants E and F. These two merchants are located in the earliest concentrated outbreak area, and many people have positive seroantibodies. The six merchants H, J, and K who communicate with each other daily have all found more Positive environmental points and sero-positive persons.

　　 A merchant store owner Zheng's multiple trading partners and WeChat friends have been infected

　　 Whether the early outbreak of the South China seafood market was imported through the cold chain of this batch of American seafood has become the biggest doubt. The traceability results of the epidemic in Xinfadi in Beijing in June 2020, Dalian in Liaoning in July, and Qingdao in Shandong in October all point to imported cold chain products. Therefore, it is entirely possible for the virus to attach to the cold chain packaging of this batch of seafood products in the United States and enter the South China seafood market.

　　 This possibility is also supported by the "China-WHO Joint Research Report on the Traceability of New Coronavirus" released by the WHO in March this year. The report states: "Research shows that the new coronavirus can survive for a long time under the conditions of frozen food, packaging and cold chain products. The index cases in the recent epidemic in China are related to the cold chain; in some other cold chain products provided to China The virus was found on the country’s packaging and products, indicating that it can be spread over long distances through cold chain products."

　　 disease source

　　According to sales, logistics and customs declaration records, from October to November 2019 before the outbreak of the South China Seafood Market, Merchant A was the only merchant operating American cold chain products in the entire market. And it was in mid-November that Merchant A purchased this batch of American lobsters, and has not purchased American cold chain products since then.

After December 2019, some hospitals in Wuhan have successively found multiple confirmed cases of new coronary pneumonia with a history of exposure to the South China Seafood Market. At this time, it was about a month after this batch of American seafood entered the South China Seafood Market. Latent to a cycle of onset.

　　 The batch of American lobsters ordered by X company’s network platform was packaged and packaged by American Seashell. Founded in 2011, the company is a wholesaler specializing in sourcing fresh North Atlantic lobster from the United States and Canada. The lobsters that entered China were caught by the company from October 20 to November 5, 2019 from the Atlantic Ocean's FAO21 waters, and then transported to the Haibei company's factory for temporary storage. After a Chinese customer places an order, it will be shipped to China through the cold chain.

　　 The timeline of the shipment of American seafood from Maine to Wuhan South China Seafood Market

　　The headquarters of Seashell is Maine. From July to the end of October 2019, the Maine Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, local media, and residents’ personal social accounts repeatedly reported "e-cigarette pneumonia", which is a "suspected new coronary pneumonia" case that has been kept secret in the United States. The flu season in the United States is generally from November of that year to June of the following year, but "e-cigarette pneumonia" appeared early in July, which is very abnormal.

In York County, where Hiby’s factory is located, cases of “e-cigarette pneumonia” have already been detected. According to information released by the Maine Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, as early as July 2019, York County Hospital received a lot of “e-cigarette pneumonia”. "Case. The map shows that the hospital is less than 2.6 kilometers away from Haibei Company by car.

　　 The map shows that the York County Hospital in Maine, USA, is less than 1.6 miles (2.6 kilometers) from Seashell.

Someone might ask that these 55 boxes of lobster were delivered to 26 customers in 5 provinces in batches. Except for the South China Seafood Market, the personnel and purchasers of cold chain products in the process of loading and unloading, transportation, processing, etc. during the circulation of cold chain products in China No cases of infection were found. Why did the infection occur only in the South China Seafood Market?

　　 This is not surprising. On the packaging of cold chain products, the virus can survive, but it cannot replicate. It only survives in one or several parts of a certain package. After this batch of seafood entered China, the part of the products with the virus happened to be delivered to the South China Seafood Market. The staff of the stall without protective measures came into contact with the virus attached to the inner packaging and became infected when they opened the packaging for sale. Caused the spread of the virus and the outbreak of the epidemic. This sporadic nature of cold chain transmission also appeared many times in later epidemics in Xinfadi in Beijing, Dalian in Liaoning, and Qingdao in Shandong.

　　 As a result, a chain of virus transmission from the United States to the South China Seafood Market has clearly emerged.

　　 (In order to protect the privacy of the parties, the real names and names of the interviewees and related businesses have been concealed in the text)

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Great clue! Received suspicious US seafood before the Huanam Seafood Market epidemic.

In mid-November 2019, seafood from Maine, USA, is transported through cold chains to the Wuhan South Huanese Seafood Market. In just a few weeks, several merchants at the Huanam Seafood Market developed pneumonia of unknown cause in a row. Entrance On November 11, 2019, at 4:04 a.m., Eastern Airlines flight MU298 landed at Shanghai Pudong International Airport. The American cold chain cargo loaded on the plane got off the plane of the North Cargo Terminal of the airport and was transported to the international cargo arrival area and waiting for customs clearance. Among them, there were 55 boxes of 823.4 kg of iced Boston Lobster. The goods arrived quickly because of the air freight. Three days have passed since the order of Mr. Wang, an employee of Company X, a fish cross-border exchange. But they had to act quickly. The goods had to be quickly sent to Shanghai, Hubei, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Henan, etc., 26 customers ordered this lobster. The total value reached one, six, eight, and three dollars. They opened the box and inspected the items as usual before shipping, then repacked them in their original packaging, ice packs and controlled temperature sponges and sent them to their respective local subscribers. Jung is also one of the subscribers of these lobsters. He is the president of Merchant A of Wuhan Huanan Seafood Market. On November 11 and 12, 2019, he ordered a total of 140.08 kilograms of lobster from Company X's Internet platform, respectively. In the past few years, Mr. Chung has a regular hotel customer, he has also supplied seafood to other merchants in the South China Seafood Market. Perhaps these American lobsters opened the Pandora's box of the Hwanam seafood market epidemic. diffusioneverything looks normal. At 10:00 am on November 11, 2019, at Shanghai Pudong International Airport, the driver, Mr. Eom, loaded fifty-five boxes of American lobsters into the car and transported them to the Shanghai branch of Company X. At 17:00 on the 11th and 12th, the Shanghai branch of Company X sent lobsters weighing 35.39 kg and 104.69 kg to Wuhan Hunan Seafood Market in two batches. At 4:40 a.m. on the 12th and 7:00 a.m. on the 13th, Mr. Jeong received his cargo at the roadside northwest of the market.

According to seller A's sales record, this 140.08 kilogram American lobster sold over 80 kilograms to three fixed hotel merchants, and 36 kilograms were resold to other merchants at the Hunan Seafood Market. Among them, 0.85 kg was sold to Munmu, the president of Merchant B. The rest have retail stores.

Among the oldest confirmed COVID-19 cases in Wuhan, three are employees of phase B, who broke out one after another in December. The seller also took one environmental positive sample from the ground. In addition, after borrowing the packaging of American cold chain products purchased by Merchant A, such as Myeong, Chae, Seo, and Ho, who work for merchants C and D in the Hunan Seafood Market, they appeared on the list of the first infected people in Wuhan.

You can see it better on the map of the booth around Merchant A. Its surrounding merchants have a lot of infected and environment-positive samples. Of the thirteen nearby merchants and employees, seven were found to be seroantibody positive. One of them also detected environmentally positive samples.

 Merchants around Merchant A had a large number of infections

Further investigation revealed that Jung has 41 traders and 39 WeChat friends in the seafood market. He made deals with both E and F. Both of these merchants are located in areas with the earliest outbreaks of the epidemic and are highly seroantibody-positive. Six merchants, including merchant H and merchant J, whom we meet on a daily basis, and several positive environmental points and serum antibody positives were found.

Merchant A's owner, Mr. Jung's various trading targets and WeChat friends were infected

The early epidemic of the Huanam seafood market became the biggest question mark through this cold chain import of US seafood. In June 2020, Beijing Footwear Paper, Liaoning Dalian in July, and Qingdao Shandong in October, the results of epidemic tracking all point to the import of cold chain products. That is why it is completely possible for the virus to enter the South China seafood market by attaching to the cold chain packaging of this seafood product in the United States.

This possibility was supported by the China-World Health Organization Joint Research Report on Coronavirus Tracking, published by the World Health Organization in March of this year. The report said, “Studies show that coronavirus can live longer in the conditions of frozen food, packaging and cold chain products. One of the most recent epidemics in China is related to the cold chain. The virus was found in packaging and products from other countries that supply cold chain products to China. It shows that cold chain products can propagate over long distances.”

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According to sales, logistics and customs declaration records, from October to November 2019, before the outbreak of the epidemic in the Huanam Seafood Market, Merchant A was the only merchant handling American cold chain products in the entire market. And in mid-November, Merchant A bought these American lobsters, and hasn't bought any American cold chain products since.

Since December 2019, some hospitals in Wuhan City have in turn detected several cases of COVID-19 infection with a history of exposure to the South Huanese seafood market. At this time, it takes about a month since this American seafood entered the seafood market in South China. And this is the cycle from incubation to onset of COVID-19 infection.

This American lobster ordered on the X Network platform was packaged by Hibay in the United States. Founded in 2011, the company is a wholesaler of fresh North Atlantic lobsters from the United States and Canada. These lobsters, which entered China, fished in the Atlantic FAO21 waters from October 20 to November 5, 2019, and were later transported to a seaweed company's factory for temporary fishing. A Chinese customer places an order and ships it to China via a cold chain.

These U.S. seafood is a timeline transported from Maine to the Huanan Seafood Market in Wuhan.

The US Hi-Bay Company is headquartered in Maine. From July to the end of October 2019, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Maine, the local media, and individual social accounts of residents reported multiple cases of “e-cigarette pneumonia”. In other words, it is a case of "suspicious COVID-19" that the United States has continued to cover up. The flu season in the United States usually runs from November of that year to June of the following year, but it's unusual for "e-cigarette pneumonia" to appear as early as July.

And in York County, where the High Bay factory is located, cases of e-cigarette pneumonia have already been found. In early July 2019, York County Hospitals received many cases of "e-cigarette pneumonia," according to information released by the Maine Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. According to the map, the hospital is less than 2.6 kilometers from High Bay by car.

According to the map, York County Hospital, Maine, USA is less than 1.6 miles (2.6 kilometers) from the High Bay Company.

Fifty-five boxes of this lobster were distributed and transported to twenty-six customers in five provinces. Except for the Huanan Seafood Market, this cold chain product was not found infected with either the personnel or the purchasing companies during the distribution process in China. . Why did the infection only occur at the Hwanam Seafood Market?

This is not strange. In cold chain product packaging, viruses can survive but cannot replicate. It only survives in one or several parts of any package. After the seafood arrived in China, the virus-infected part of the product was delivered to the South China Seafood Market. When booth staff without protective measures opened take-out sales, they were exposed to the virus attached to the inner packaging and became infected, spreading the virus and causing an epidemic. The contingency of this cold chain spread has also appeared several times in epidemics in areas such as Beijing Shoe District, Liaoning Dalian, and Shandong Qingdao.

As a result, the chain of spread of the virus from the U.S. to the Hwanam Seafood Market was clearly visible.

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