Play Nice

Chapter 58: 058
The city is still very quiet at five in the morning. The sun comes out late in the early winter, the neon lights are still on, and there are few vehicles passing by. There are street vendors pushing carts on the road, rushing out early to sell breakfast, and there are sanitation workers on the roadside sweeping leaves, yes An elderly man, his waist is not straight, and his body is hunched.

There are many green plants and flowers planted at the entrance of Xingyue Haoting. The temperature has dropped for days, and a few scattered petals are shriveled. The hedge made of big-leaf boxwood is half a person high, and the leaves are frosted and white. green.

Jing Zhao came out of the community with an umbrella in his hand and a camera on his back.

The old man sweeping the street recognized him and stopped to say hello: "Morning."

He also stopped: "Morning."

The old man was very enthusiastic: "Go to work so early?"

"Ah."

The old man smiled and waved at him, motioning him to walk slowly.

He nodded, took a few steps forward, stopped again, turned around and asked, "Can I take a picture of you?"

The old man put the broom aside, pulled his clothes, and sorted his hat: "Is this ok?"

"can."

Jing Zhao held the camera, adjusted the angle and exposure, and pressed the shutter.

The picture is frozen, the old man in the photo is standing upright, he is grinning, the traces of the years are piled up in the corners of his eyes, the temples are already gray, but the eyes are still bright and energetic.

Jing Zhao played back the photo, approached and asked, "Want to take a look?"

"Look and see."

The old man's eyes were not very good, so Jing Zhao raised the camera a little higher so that he could see clearly.

The older generation didn't take many pictures. The old man felt it was novel, so he couldn't help but took off his gloves and touched the buttons on the camera: "It's a great shot."

"Can you leave me a number if it's convenient?" Jing Zhao explained, "Because I took a photo of your face, if you want to publish it, you need your permission."

The old man was very happy, without thinking about it: "I agree."

"If it involves commercial use, you will also need to pay your fees."

The old man was very surprised: "Do you still have money?"

Jing Zhao nodded: "Well."

"Then don't you have to pay to shoot anyone?"

He explained patiently: "If a photo can identify a portrait of a particular person,"

This is too professional, and the elderly may not understand it. He put it in a more straightforward way: "If the person in the photo can be recognized by others, the person who took the photo can't use, publish, or publish the photo casually. Get permission first."

"It's so troublesome."

"It's a little troublesome."

Therefore, Jing Zhao rarely shoots portraits, and even less of the face.

The old man readily reported the number to him.

He wrote down the number, thanked him, and continued walking straight with the camera on his back.

*****
Before [-] o'clock, Hongliu Lane was bustling time. The old lady who went out to buy vegetables early was chatting on the side of the road, the students in school uniforms shuttled through the crowd, the uncle sat at the soy milk stand, chatting eloquently, and the passing office workers called to complain. Last night, I worked overtime again, and the old streets and alleys were full of human feelings and fireworks.

As soon as Xiao Dong arrived at the studio, before the sign of the photo studio was moved out, someone pushed the door in.

It's Jing Zhao.

"Mr. Jing." Xiao Dong is a young man who majored in photography and has not graduated for two years. "Why is it so early today?"

"Go and take a set of pictures."

Jing Zhao's shoes were stained with mud and still wet. There was a shoe cabinet at the door. He hung his umbrella above the cabinet and put on clean shoes before stepping on the carpet.

Xiao Dong moved the sign with the words "Photo Studio" to the door.

Jing Zhao's studio didn't have a signboard or shop name. People in this area called him the Hongliuxiang Photo Studio.

Xiao Dong turned on the computer and said about work: "Yesterday, Vatican sent an invitation letter to invite you to participate in their winter jewelry exhibition."

"Help me push."

Jing Zhao went up to the second floor.

Xiao Dong knows his habit: during photo development, he refuses visitors.

Jing Zhao's darkroom is on the second floor, with two rooms, one is a color darkroom and the other is a traditional black and white darkroom.He usually uses a digital camera and also plays with film machines, especially black and white film.

He took two cameras and entered the black and white darkroom, closed the door and turned on the red light dedicated to the darkroom. A cabinet was placed in front of the wall closest to the door, on which were placed various liquid medicines and tools for developing photos. .

He adjusted the developer first, then stopped, fixed, and washed.

The whole process is slow and complicated. Under the red light, if you look closely, you can see that the photographic paper gradually shows the image in the developing plate, first the outline, and then the eyebrows.

Eye-catching, graceful and moving.

It's a girl's face.

*****
Xiao Dong glanced at his watch. Teacher Jing had been in the darkroom for almost two hours. He wondered if he wanted to make a cup of coffee and send it in.

At this time, someone pushed the door and entered.

Xiao Dong raised his head: "Hello." He asked the person who came, "Would you like to take a picture or not?"

Here comes a lady.

The lady said, "I'm looking for Teacher Jing."

Most of Jing Zhao's commercial work is done in the imperial capital. The imperial capital also has a studio. Xiao Dong only works on the Huacheng side, visits the store, and occasionally receives some guest films. There is not much contact with others. The lady is wearing a famous brand, she is in her thirties, her face is very delicate, and she doesn't look like an ordinary person.

Xiao Dong asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

The lady shook her head and said no.

Xiao Dong asked again, "May I ask your surname?"

The lady said, "My last name is Joe."

Xiao Dong knows who it is. This Ms. Qiao sent an email before she came to the door: "Mr. Jing is still busy, if Miss Qiao is not in a hurry-"

Ms. Qiao interrupted: "It's urgent."

Xiao Dong has never seen anyone who can break the principles and habits of Teacher Jing.

Xiao Dong said in a routine tone: "Then please wait a moment."

Even if the boss of Red Star Media came, it would have to wait, and this Ms. Qiao is the gold medal agent of Red Star Media, Qiao Shuang.

Xiao Dong poured her a glass of water, and then went on his own.

After about twenty minutes, Jing Zhao went downstairs.

Qiao Shuang got up immediately: "Mr. Jing."

He went to make a cup of coffee: "Anything with me?"

Qiao Shuang stepped forward and said, "Yuexi asked me to come."

Qiao Shuang is Ming Yuexi's agent.

The sun only shone for half a day today, and at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Ms. Lu met Jing Zhao in the family group.

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Your dad has made a pot of soup, come back early in the evening~]

The old man next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat. It is Ms. Lu's new nickname, which was just changed yesterday.

Recently, the residents of the community have become very involved, and those who walk their grandchildren have begun to despise those who walk cats and dogs.

Jing Zhao: [I am in the imperial capital, so I may not be able to go back]

The old man next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Have a job? 】

Jing Zhao: [Yeah. 】

The old king next door has become a grandfather, and I am still walking the cat: [Then you are busy]

Jing Zhao closed the chat window and got out of the car.

His car was parked at the entrance of the studio, not Hongliuxiang, but the Imperial Capital.

"Mr. Jing." Qiao Shuang got out of another car, "Yuexi is already in the clubhouse. If you're not busy, would you like to meet her?"

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　　good Morning
　　
　
(End of this chapter)