Play Nice

Chapter 354: Chapter 354
There were still three days left before the film exhibition, and He Jiang was about to lose his head. There were too many things to confirm.

When he was exhausted, he comforted himself, at least he was needed, and he didn't have to worry about losing his job.

Jing Zhao came down from the upstairs.

He Jiang is counting the ink cartridges in the studio hall: "Mr. Jing, the manufacturer sent the icc files of yesterday's batch of photographic paper."

"You sort it out and send me your email."

"it is good."

There is a computer on the reception desk in the hall, and He Jiang brought it to use it nearby.He was so busy with what he was doing that he forgot for a moment who was still sitting on the sofa.

When Jing Zhao looked up, he saw it.

"Why is she here?" he asked He Jiang.

He Jiang was about to answer when Shang Baolan stood up and replied awkwardly, "I happened to pass by here and came here to hide from the rain."

The morning was fine, but it was raining heavily and thundering outside.

Jing Zhao said, "Give her an umbrella."

If there was an umbrella, He Jiang would have given it already: "The umbrella was taken by Xiao Dong and the others, and only yours is left."

He Jiang didn't have the guts to borrow the umbrella that Jing Zhao had always brought by his side, unless Jing Zhao nodded.

But Jing Zhao went directly into the printing room.

As clever as He Jiang, he immediately understood: "Miss Shang, I'm sorry, Teacher Jing's umbrella cannot be borrowed."

Shang Baolan smiled softly and weakly: "It doesn't matter."

"How about I go out and borrow a shared umbrella for you?"

There is a convenience store 400 meters away from the studio, and there should be shared umbrellas in the convenience store.Sharing umbrellas is very popular recently. I heard that it was started by the second generation ancestor.

Shang Baolan declined: "No, it's raining too much outside, don't you have an umbrella, I'll wait, the rain should stop soon."

He Jiang went to make her a cup of hot coffee: "Then sit down for a while, I'm busy."

Shang Baolan took the coffee: "Thank you."

He Jiang continued to organize the icc files.

Shang Baolan sat for a while and looked at the hall: "Assistant He, can I visit?"

He Jiang said: "You can't do it in a locked place, the rest is optional."

Shang Baolan put down the cup, walked to the left wall, and looked at the pictures hanging on it.

"Are these all taken with a digital camera?"

He Jiang said: "It was taken with a film camera."

Shang Baolan walked along the wall where the photos were hung to the stairs on the second floor. After reading the photos along the way, she turned back and passed a door that was unlocked and had a crack open.

She hesitated for a moment, then went to knock on the door.

"Come in."

She pushed open the door and went in. Jing Zhao sat in front of the computer and didn't look at the door. She said first, "The rain hasn't stopped, can I see the photos here?"

Jing Zhao raised his head and glanced at it, and continued to do his own thing, ignoring it.

This is the printing room, which has a lot of printing equipment, as well as shelves with various photo papers and ink cartridges.There are a lot of printed photo samples on the wall.

Shang Baolan looked at them one by one with interest: "Mr. Jing, did you take all these photos?"

"Not at all."

She walked behind Jing Zhao's computer: "Are you editing photos?"

Jing Zhao answered briefly: "Color management."

She looked curious: "What is color management?"

Jing Zhao did not answer.

After he finished the soft proofing, he got up and put the test paper into the micro-jet printer to test whether the ink was broken.

Shang Baolan followed the past: "Are you printing now?"

Jing Zhao still did not answer.

After testing the ink and the machine, he loaded the large-size photo paper and started printing the photos.

The printing speed of large-size photos is very slow, and it takes more than ten minutes for the photos to come out.

Jing Zhao went over to pick it up, and there was a large cloud of fire on the photo.

"It's so beautiful."

Shang Baolan couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Jing Zhao held the edge of the photo paper, turned sideways, and took the photo away: "Don't touch it."

Shang Baolan withdrew his hand in embarrassment and lowered his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I didn't know I couldn't touch it."

Jing Zhao fixed the photo on the drying rack on the wall, then went to the shelf to get the same photo printed on canvas, and put them together to compare the effects.

Since Shang Baolan came in until now, Jing Zhao has not given her a face.

She stood numbly, her eyes were at a loss, and she glanced at the table next to her. There was a cup of coffee on the table, which was from Jing Zhao.

She pulled up a chair and sat down. When she sat down, her hand touched the coffee cup, which was knocked over, and the hot coffee was spilled on her shirt. She stood up immediately, and hurriedly took out a few pieces of paper and wiped them. to wipe the table.

Jing Fu turned his head, skipped her, and glanced at the table.

She hugged her hands in embarrassment to cover the coffee stains on her chest: "I'm sorry, Teacher Jing, for knocking over your coffee." She lowered her head in embarrassment, her face flushed, "Can I borrow the bathroom?"

Jing Zhao looked at his burning cloud and hummed.

Shang Baolan didn't go out, but used the bathroom of the printing room. After she cleaned and tidy up, she came out clutching her chest, but she didn't see Jing Zhao.

She tiptoed to the door, her hand always covering her wet shirt chest.

Only He Jiang was in the hall.

"Miss Shang." See no evil, He Jiang looked up at the sky, and handed over a t-shirt from a jeweler a while ago, "Then what, you cover it first."

A white shirt soaked in water is called a see-through.

He Jiang is also a man, can't he understand?
Shang Baolan took the cultural shirt and hurriedly covered the scenery on his chest.

He Jiang smiled officially: "Mr. Jing just lent me an umbrella, and I just have to go out. Otherwise, I will take you to the convenience store outside with an umbrella. Isn't there a shared umbrella in the convenience store? The nobles are busy, so waiting is not the way, you say yes."

Shang Baolan is also interested: "Then I'll trouble you."

"No trouble."

He Jiang took the umbrella and sent the person out.The corners of his mouth were almost drooping down. You didn't see the expression on Teacher Jing's face when he just gave him the umbrella.

After sending the people away, He Jiang came back and knocked on the door of the darkroom.

"Mr. Jing, I have already sent you away."

The door didn't open, and Jing Zhao was inside: "Don't let anyone in in the future."

Didn't she see that her family name was also Shang, and she thought she was a "royal relative", but who knew that she was also thinking about the beauty of Teacher Jing.

He Jiangying: "I see."

"Go and clean up the printing room."

"Oh."

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　　After twelve o'clock

　　
　
(End of this chapter)