Play Nice

Chapter 352: Teacher Jing is very good (one more)
Shang Baolan put down the scissors and entered the house.

Aunt Liang brought the coffee.

Shang Baolan was holding a tablet and was browsing the official website of the Imperial Art Museum, which contained the latest news of the film festival.

The time for Jing Zhao's photography exhibition has been fixed, in the middle of the month.

Shang Baolan put down the tablet and called the secretary: "Help me push back the schedule of NO.17."

Tonight, Jinghui came very late.

Shang Lingling was already asleep, but she didn't slept deeply. She woke up as soon as the quilt beside her was lifted.

She turned over: "I'm back."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao lay down beside her.

She always likes to turn on the air conditioner very low when she sleeps, then wrap herself in a quilt and hug Jing Zhao with her hands and feet on the ground.

"Is there a lot to do at the festival? You're back late these days."

Jing Zhao turned off the light: "I'll be fine after these few days."

"You are so busy, why don't you invite a few assistants?"

Jing Zhao only had two assistants, He Jiang and Xiao Dong. He was a professional photographer, and he didn't even have a dedicated logistics team or makeup team, so he outsourced them to Zhouzhi's studio.Photography, post-production, printing, most of the work is handled by Jing Zhao himself.

"I don't have much time in the studio, and I don't usually have that many things going on," he said.

It's just that this year, there are more things. In previous years, he spent more time abroad. Now the frequency of going abroad has become less. He has handed over the affairs of the group to Chongbai.

Shang Lingling woke up from drowsiness and wanted to talk: "Take me there tomorrow, I'll help you with your work."

"Don't go."

She hugged Jing Zhao's arm and rubbed: "Are you afraid of tiring me?"

"There's no work for you."

She put her hand into Jing Zhao's clothes and poked him: "I will sweep the floor and buy food."

Jing Zhao had been busy for a few days, and as soon as he lay down beside her, he immediately relaxed.

"I'll be distracted to take care of you when you go."

Shang Lingling refused to accept it, and hummed in his arms: "Am I a child? Where should I take care of it?"

Jing Zhao closed his eyes, kissed her forehead, and rubbed her lower back. This was a habit he had recently developed before going to bed.

Due to work, Shang Lingling sometimes stood for seven or eight hours at a time. She complained of backache a few days ago. Jing Zhao took her to the hospital for a film. The doctor said she had a herniated disc.

Jing Zhao couldn't open her eyes, so she subconsciously rubbed her: "What to take care of depends on whether you are cold, hot or not, whether a person will go the wrong way, whether or not to wear a mask when sweeping the floor, the decorator of the art museum. Will it hit you?"

He was about to fall asleep, talking like he was dreaming.

The business leader raised his head: "Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

She touched the phone, turned on the screen, slammed the light on Jing Zhao's face, and played with his eyebrows with the light: "You love me so much? Huh?"

"Don't ask questions knowingly."

"If you want to ask, you have to ask." She held his face, fell down and kissed him hard, "Isn't it?"

Jing Zhao opened his eyes: "Well, yes."

He grabbed her hand, took the phone away, turned off the light on the screen, and put it on the bedside table. His fingers touched the remote control of the air conditioner. He turned up the temperature, pulled the quilt away, picked up the business collar, and put it on himself. .

"You didn't want to sleep."

There was no time to sweep the floor and buy food. Early the next morning, Shang Lingling was called back to the funeral home by Curator Zuo.It took their team more than six hours to restore a body that had fallen from a building.

In the afternoon, # Jingzhao Film Festival#, this topic appeared on the Internet.

Jing Zhao held an international exhibition in Dansu three years ago, and this NO.17 film exhibition is Jing Zhao's first solo exhibition in China.

Jing Zhao has never done much publicity. The curator of the art museum adheres to Mr. Jing's low-key style, so he doesn't make any publicity. He just publishes his official blog and official website, and invites some people from both domestic and foreign circles. The fashion circle has a wide network of contacts, and the artists and models who have worked with them are too sensible, and they have followed and forwarded them, which literally pushed the film festival into a hot topic.

Jing Zhao is only a photographer after all, and his career fans are very low-key, but fans who forward artists are too low-key.

【What about the ticket channel?What about the channel? ! 】

[The Imperial Capital Museum will limit the number of visitors every day, and the tickets are estimated to be very few]

[My favorite idol is promoting my favorite photographer, what kind of dream linkage is this]

[There is no place to buy tickets, isn't it, not open to the public? @ Imperial Museum]

【I'm not worthy】

[Even if it is not open to the public, Mr. Jing is holding a photography exhibition, not a fan meeting]

[In such a high-end place as an art museum, we must only invite "upper-class people"]

[Isn’t holding a film festival just about making money and realizing it? Of course, people who don’t have the ability to buy can’t get tickets]

【…】

Imperial Art Museum.

The curator in charge of this photography exhibition is Song Fanxing.

Song Fanxing asked his assistant, "What's up with the comments on the Internet?"

In a photography exhibition, there are also a bunch of trolls calling out.

The assistant actually knew about this, so it's hard to say it too directly: "Maybe it's Teacher Zhou Ting's 'operation'."

"Zhou Ting?" Song Fanxing recognized this person, "What does he do?"

Zhou Ting is also a photographer with a great reputation. He has shot fashion blockbusters for many domestic artists, and his ability to make money is unmatched in China, but he has a commercial style and has no awards.

He and Jing Zhao are not in the same direction at all, and their positioning is different. Jing Zhao rarely takes portraits.

The assistant said, "Teacher Zhou Ting will hold an exhibition in Huachang Exhibition Hall in July."

It was the crash period.

"What kind of teacher, he can also afford the word teacher?" Song Fanxing made an internal call, "Cici, come to my office."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the official blog of the Imperial City Art Museum, which has grown grass all year round, sent a message: [Part of the tickets have been sent out for free, and the ticket purchase channel will open tomorrow]

Sensible entertainers and models have reposted it again.

【I'm here to show the ticket】

[Don't be sour, the company sends it to outstanding employees]

[The art museum sent [-] tickets to our kindergarten, thanks to Mr. Jing! 】

These three items were controlled by Song Fanxing.

Before becoming a curator, Song Fanxing worked as the editor-in-chief of a well-known magazine, the director of a central channel, and a program planner for a TV station.

work?

Do you really think she has no way?She is too lazy to operate.

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　　after twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)