travel starts with photography

Chapter 47 The first cup of milk tea in autumn

Open your eyes, yawn, and play with your phone.

The familiar broad daylight.

Chen Xing rubbed his eyes and scanned Station B for a while, and when he gradually woke up, he noticed that there were a lot of private messages in the small mailbox in the upper right corner. After clicking on it, he realized that the video he sent last night had received a lot of comments.

【I want to save a generation here——Zhang Guimei】

The video is 21 minutes long.

9 views, 4.7 likes, and coins...

What the hell!

6.3?
There are actually more coins than likes. Is this something that can happen at station B?
Chen Xing rubbed his eyes again. He doubted that he hadn't woken up. If he could reach this kind of data in one night, then after a day, all kinds of data wouldn't explode?
Wake up, take a shower, and then look at the phone.

That's right.

He also posted two videos before, but the combined coins of the previous two videos did not add up to [-] coins.

Many people who have watched Chen Xing’s video know that this photographer is very good, and the photos he took have a kind of power to stir people’s hearts, but in the end, Chen Xing is just a newcomer grandma. He has only been in the industry for a few days. There were only two issued in total.

Newcomers and new videos are classified into niche categories, so the traffic has not been high.

The conversion rate of fans is not bad. Before that, there were more than 8 fans. After the video was posted last night, it has now directly exceeded [-] fans.

Chen Xing sat on the bed, wanting to see what the netizens had said, but suddenly stood up.

"Did I forget something!"

Of course he knew what he had forgotten, because he had already remembered it.

After packing up my things, I hurried downstairs and checked the time.

Because the alarm clock was set, he got up at seven o'clock today, but after turning off the alarm clock, he habitually squinted for a while, and the video distracted his attention, causing him to forget that he was going to school matter.

It's almost [-]:[-] now, and I don't know if it's too late now.

He didn't know what would be worth photographing in the school, but since he had decided to go, Chen Xing would not change his decision easily. Find out what the people in the studio are talking about.

Mysterious, Chen Xing hates riddlers.

There are very few passers-by, except for two or three young people who run in the morning, most of them are elderly people doing morning exercises, and students carrying schoolbags to school.

They saw a man with a big bag running non-stop at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

"Fuck! This young man!"

"You are in good health."

"Just as energetic as I was when I was younger."

"Is this for driving?"

"So handsome!"

Some of the boys noticed that the girls were all showing nympho looks, and they suddenly realized.

It turns out that girls like men who run fast.

Now go run!

It took Chen Xing only 10 minutes to run the two-kilometer distance, and he didn't feel too tired when he arrived at the destination.

He rubbed his stomach.

I just feel a little hungry, a small problem.

Just as he was about to walk towards the school gate, he heard neat voices coming from inside.

"I was born a mountain not a stream"

"I want to look down on the valleys of mediocrity from the top of the mountains"

"I was born to be a great man, not a mediocre man"

"I stand on the shoulders of great men and despise humble cowards"

Chen Xing had already walked to the gate of the school, and saw the scene inside through the iron gate.

Hundreds of students stood in the middle of the playground, their red school uniforms were like red flags flying high in the air. Teacher Zhang Guimei stood on the rostrum, and for the first time, she looked at the hundreds of students with firm eyes. students.

This was just an oath made by a group of high school students, but it made Chen Xing's eyes blush inexplicably.

Chen Xing has read many books in recent years, but for the first time he has experienced the power of words.

This is an oath, but also a pattern.

Teacher Zhang standing on the rostrum is a parent, the mother of a child in the mountains.Chen Xing envied them, born in such a place, but with such a teacher and such a mother.

Everyone is one.

Maybe it can be done.

Only under her leadership, there will be Huaping Girls' High School where everyone is like a dragon.

Chen Xing didn't take out the camera at this time, he missed recording such a scene, but he was not discouraged.

It's good to have a photo taken, but even if the photo wasn't taken, he still felt the impact of the picture and the emotions that were stirring deep in his heart.

"I was born to be a mountain, not a stream..." Chen Xing whispered, turned and left.

There is no need to see Teacher Zhang. Chen Xing knows that Teacher Zhang is usually very busy and is still working with illness. There is no need for him to cause trouble for others. Moreover, he feels that his purpose of coming here has been achieved, so what else is he going to do? ?

Come with joy, and return with joy.

On the way, I saw a Michelle Ice City store just opened, and a young lady was cleaning the counter.

Chen Xing walked in and asked, "I want to order 700 cups of milk tea, can I do it?"

"Huh? Seven hundred?"

Not caring about admiring Chen Xing's beauty, the young lady was immediately startled by the number seven hundred.

"Well, give it to the girls' high school students."

There are more than 600 students in the school, plus more than 20 teachers, [-] cups are enough.

Big client!

The young lady smiled and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, hahaha handsome guy, you are so kind, and you even give the students milk tea. Where are you from? Do you have any requirements for milk tea?"

"Peach Four Seasons Spring, as for the request..." Chen Xing rubbed his chin habitually, "I ordered so many, can you decide to make it cheaper."

"It can be done!"

The little sister was afraid that the business would be ruined, so she said quickly.

"But the ingredients may not be enough. Do you want to change to other flavors? Our peach shake milkshake is also good. Many students like it, and the price is the same. The original price is seven yuan, how about one yuan cheaper per glass?"

She also just started a business and didn't know much about it, so she thought in her heart that if she could make money, it would be cheaper.

As someone with more social experience, it can be seen that Chen Xing is more determined in his words, and he is not the kind of customer who says it is not cheap and just leaves.

"Row."

Chen Xing thought it didn't matter, it didn't matter if it wasn't cheap.

Anyway, it's only 700 yuan.

The video shot here yesterday was worth almost 4000 yuan this night. This video alone should have earned him more than [-] yuan, and posting a little more would be considered a little bit of my own kindness.

After Chen Xing paid the money, he didn't care, and went directly to the station to take the bus.

There is no train station in Huaping. If Chen Xing wants to go back, he has to take a car to the nearest train station before returning to Sichuan Province.

Alas, another day in the car.

When Chen Xing was walking to the station, he also called Mr. Zhang to communicate. Otherwise, someone would send hundreds of cups of milk tea for no reason, and Mr. Zhang would probably be confused for a long time. Just explain that this is the money earned from shooting the video yesterday.

Teacher Zhang replied very simply.

"Let me thank you for the children first."

"It should be."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xing clicked his tongue.

I am also a child, why does it sound like an uncle.

An hour later, every student in the school, including the teacher, was holding a cup of milk tea. After knowing who brought it from Teacher Zhang, the image of the boy they saw in the cafeteria yesterday became clearer in their hearts.

Another hour later.

Song Shulan rushed to school

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(End of this chapter)