Play Nice

Chapter 363 363: Jing Zhao's Iron-blooded Wrist (One More)
As for the remaining 68 works, they were not about the moon. Zhou Ting was right, it was very complicated.

Mr. Abel saw it too.

After the media left, he asked Jing Zhao privately, "You chose the photos for this film festival yourself?"

Mr. Abel's full name is Banico Sirein Abel, and he is an internationally renowned photographer.

He was Jing Zhao's mentor when he was studying in Dansu, and this time he made a special trip to open the film festival.

"Why does the teacher ask that?"

Before the opening, Mr. Abel has seen all the works. This is the reception room, and there is no one else around. Mr. Abel said bluntly: "Most of the works are not like your previous style."

In the words of photographers, a photo is the world seen by the photographer's eyes. If the eyes are dark, what is captured is sadness.

Jing Zhao is a "pathetic" photographer.

But this time most of the works are not in this style.

"Maybe the mood is different."

Mr. Abel guessed that he might have met someone recently.

"The one at the entrance of the B2 exhibition area," Mr. Abel was most impressed by that work, "Are you photographing people or scenes?"

Jing Zhao said frankly, "Shooting people."

Each photo has a subject and a companion.

The subject of landscape photos is people, not landscapes, and probably only photographers can understand the romance of photographers.

Mr. Abel smiled and said, "No wonder."

No wonder the theme is called the moon.

After saying goodbye to the teacher temporarily, Jing Zhao went to see the business leader, but only saw Xiao Dong.

"What about the lead?"

Xiao Dong said, "she went to the office to find you."

Cen Si was still looking at the "Bridge Pond".

Jing Zhao walked over.

Cen Si turned to look at him: "Shang Baolan was taken away by Fang Lushen."

"I heard people say it."

The two stood side by side.

From the perspective of passersby, it is quite harmonious.

Cen Si asked Jing Zhao, "Where is Cen Yongqing?"

"Lan Hai."

Cen Yongqing was still too arrogant, thinking that he could run out of Wuzhi Mountain.

"It's up to me to come forward." That's all that's left.

Jing Zhao did not object: "As you do."

After talking about this, Cen Si has another thing: "I want this photo."

He has to be very honest.

Jing Zhao refused: "This is not for sale."

Of course Cen Si knew, so he didn't plan to buy it with money: "You still owe me one thing."

It was Jing Zhao's idea to let Cen Yongqing go, but he didn't have the favor of Bai Cheng Cen Si, so he made a promise.

"Are you sure?" Jing Zhao hoped that Cen Si would change his mind, "You know what I do, I can give you more things."

He insisted: "I want this photo."

He understood what Jing Zhao was shooting.

"I'll send it to you after the film festival."

Jing Zhao does not make promises lightly, nor does he break his promises lightly.

The night Cen Yongqing was interrupted and sent to the hospital, Bandit Wang went to Gem Entertainment to meet Cen Si and had something to deliver.

Bandit Wang handed over a box: "This is what our little nine masters asked me to deliver."

Cen Si opened it and glanced: "Can this thing fit in the flesh?"

It's a positioning thing.

"No." Bandit Wang conveyed Jing Zhao's words, "But it can be put in plaster."

Who said that Jing Zhao is a real gentleman?

Maybe he is, but he is not entirely.

Cen Si's actions against Cen Yongqing were not because he was angry. He had seen the business leader, so what else was there to be angry about.

He started because of a word from Jing Zhao—

"Before you let go, break a hand."

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　　Two and a half hours later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)