Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 78 Photos
The four eyes met, Shen Xiaodong didn't move, Song Xiaoye jumped out of the chair to see what happened, but Shen Xiaodong stared at her, so she couldn't force herself to watch the excitement.But his ears were pricked up, listening to the movement at the door.

"Are you kidding? Let me go into this dilapidated warehouse to take pictures? Do you know that the clothes I'm wearing belong to Dior? If it gets dirty, you will pay me?! Also, the warehouse is so dirty and messy, Who knows if there are bacteria or something, if I get sick, you send me to the hospital?"

Yu Weiwei's voice was not low, even Song Xiaoye could hear it clearly, especially Li Xiaofei and others who were standing with her.

Only this time, a few women stood on the same front quite surprisingly: "That's right, it's so messy here, and there is no spotlight, how can we take pictures? We are models, not porters. Think about it." Find someone to help move the props, or call someone else!"

Li Xiaofei thought about it and added: "Of course, Sister Ma is a woman, and Weiwei's help is also a help, and it should be. After all, they are in the same group!"

Ma Zhilan's face was sullen, as if she didn't see Yu Weiwei and Li Xiaofei poking each other with ulterior motives, but said in a cold voice: "I don't want someone to help move things. Yu Weiwei, I'm asking you to come in and shoot now." Don’t talk to me about Dior’s nonsense, they are all out-of-date clothes from last year, and you are ashamed to brag in front of your sisters—it’s okay, don’t stare at me, I’m not one of those men, I don’t like this.”

The right-hand man brought out by Shen Qing, once she left Shen Qing to work independently, the seemingly gentle woman would speak harshly like a knife, "You can think clearly! You are not the same as them! I didn't listen Who knows if there are any germs there!’”

Being blushed by Ma Zhilan's words, Yu Weiwei looked at Li Xiaofei who were covering their mouths and laughing, and when they opened their mouths, they were about to quarrel with Ma Zhilan.

Ma Zhilan waved her hand, "Stop talking so much nonsense! If you don't come in again, the filming won't be finished in a while, then it's not me talking to you, but Director Shen talking to you..."

When Ma Zhilan mentioned Shen Qing, Yu Weiwei, who was still a little angry, bit her lip, and had no choice but to compromise.

Seeing that Yu Weiwei followed in obediently, Li Xiaofei blinked her eyes, met Xu Yueying's gaze, and backed away silently.

Before Liu Xue could react, several other photographers ran out in a panic.

"That, let's shoot in the warehouse!"

"What are you doing? You are also messing around behind others..."

Li Xiaofei had only spoken halfway, when she heard Yu Weiwei yelling inside: "Your rag, put it on me too! Take it away——I won't do it!"

With a pale face, Li Xiaofei glared at the photographers in the same group, "You don't know what kind of cloth you want to take—don't!"

Blinking, Song Xiaoye turned her head to look at Shen Xiaodong.

Even Ma Zhilan of Hanlong decided to shoot in the warehouse. It seems that Shen Xiaodong's thinking is still right!

After coughing, she stood firm, "Tell me, what position do you want me to have?"

At this moment, she should be thankful that she didn't wear too good clothes.If you wear beautiful skirts like Li Xiaofei and the others, in such a warehouse, no matter how you shoot, it won't match, right?
The old warehouse, the high space, the light is not very bright, except for the gate, there is only light from the big skylight at the end of the warehouse.

Under such dim natural light and without a spotlight, the effect of the shooting is actually not very good.

But in terms of time or setting, taking pictures like this is already the best choice.

Therefore, the five photographers handed over works with almost similar backgrounds.

An hour later, five sets of printed 15-inch photos were placed on the judges' bench.

Gu Cheng hugged his shoulders, and with a glance, he was happy.Although it was a smile, the smile was neither appreciation nor real happiness, but a complete mockery.

Picking up two photos with his fingers, he mocked unceremoniously: "Which family's daughter is this, and she didn't have sex after attending the ball, and went to play in the broken warehouse again?"

These two sets of photos belong to Xin Rui and Wei Lang, and the models are Li Xiaofei and Xu Yueying respectively.

The technique of taking pictures is there, and the choice of shooting angle is not bad, but the whole composition, as Gu Cheng criticized, seems to be contradictory and against harmony.

Dilapidated warehouses, beautiful models, and gorgeous clothes, it seems that there is no sense of harmony at all.

Seriously speaking, if it is a photo shoot for a fashion magazine, the models and clothing alone are enough to attract attention, but it is a pity that this is not a hard photo shoot for a fashion magazine.

"This is a bit interesting..."

The fat director Huang took a photo of Shengguang, the model was Liu Xue, and it was the same scene, but the photographer chose to let the model abandon the beautiful shape, but messed up the hair and tied it with a rope He folded his hands, squatted pitifully in the corner, raised his head, his sad eyes, and his charming expression were very eye-catching.

However, what Gu Cheng, a man with a sharp tongue, said not so pleasantly, "Miss Qianjin was kidnapped! Social news..."

Director Huang chuckled and was not angry, "This model's expression is very touching——Ms. Zhang Fu, what do you think?"

Zhang Fumin was passing a photo to Fu Jiajun who was sitting next to her. When Director Huang asked, he smiled and pushed the photo in front of him, "This one is not bad, the composition is bold, and the model has a kind of coldness." Gorgeous, mysterious temperament."

Zhang Fumin was talking about the photos taken by Hanlong.

From the photos, it is not obvious that this is a dilapidated warehouse, but rather a dark and mysterious space.

The model was dressed in a blue dress—it should be something like cloth. Her body was half-hidden in the darkness, and her body was in a posture of looking back suddenly. Her wavy black hair was flowing like seaweed, and her eyes were cold. A feeling that seems to be mixed with anger, the whole person looks like a goddess in the night, sexy and chilling.

Gu Cheng tapped his fingers on the table, but he didn't say anything weird.

Although his mouth is poisonous, he is tolerant of really good things.

"Another photo..."

His eyes fell on the last photo, and Gu Cheng's expression softened unconsciously.

This is a very plain photo, not as carefully composed as the other photos.On the contrary, it looks like an ordinary photo captured by accident.

It can be seen that this is a warehouse where old things are piled up. A girl is wearing an ordinary T-shirt and jeans, standing on a chair and tiptoeing to reach the boxes on the iron frame.

Maybe someone called her, the girl turned her head with a smile, her expression was gentle, and there was even a hint of questioning in her eyes.

The whole photo, whether it is the composition or the model, is a slightly flat photo.

However, looking at it this way, it feels very warm.As if, at this moment, people crossed the river of time and saw a certain scene many years ago.

I thought I would have forgotten it long ago, but it suddenly came to my mind after many years.

Eyelids drooped, Gu Cheng remained silent for a few seconds, then raised his head, subconsciously looking at the crowd not far away, searching for the person in his memory...

"Which photo do Ms. Zhang Fu think is better?" Director Huang tilted his head and asked Zhang Fumin with a smile, but his fingers were subconsciously tapping the two photos in front of him.

There are two photos, one is Liu Xue's and the other is Song Xiaoye's. It is obvious that this director likes pure and fresh types.

Zhang Fumin smiled, and instead of answering Director Huang's words, he looked at Fu Jiajun.

Fu Jiajun, who was looking at the photo, raised his head, met his aunt's inquiring gaze, thought about it, and smiled.

"I'm not a judge, what do you think I'm doing?" Shaking his head with a smile, he lowered his head and only looked at the photo in front of him.

In the photo, the girl looks back and smiles gently...

Instead of looking directly at the girl herself, he could see her more clearly.

For some reason, I could see her beautiful face so clearly.He always felt in a trance, as if he had stared at her face like this, and smiled because of her smile...

Such familiarity, such joy...

However, it is obvious that he is not that familiar with her.

Feeling slightly shocked, Fu Jiajun raised his head, just in time to see his aunt showing the scoring card.

I only gave it an eight!Aunt's photo of her looking like a goddess is very...

"I don't know much about photography," Zhang Fumin smiled faintly. "I can only say that based on the businessman's intuition, if it's a cosmetic advertisement, I think women will be more interested in this photo."

Because of Zhang Fumin's words, a smile appeared on Ma Zhilan's face.Especially when Gu Cheng also showed ten points, her smile became even bigger.However, besides laughing, for some reason, she turned her head to look at Shen Qing.

"I agree, although from my personal point of view, I prefer the photos of 'China and Hong Kong', but this is not an ordinary photo contest, so..."

Both judges chose the photos of Hanlong's advertisement, and whoever wins depends on the scoring board in Director Huang's hand.

Being stared at by everyone, Director Huang gave a wry smile and showed his scoring board, "I have a slightly different opinion from the two of you. I think any photos that touch people's hearts can attract the audience - I will rate the photos of 'China and Hong Kong' 10 points, Shengguang's 9 points, Hanlong's [-] points..."

Ma Zhilan turned her head to look at Shengguang's stubble-faced photographer, curled her lips and said nothing.

Although Director Huang didn't give her a perfect score, she was definitely the champion, so she didn't complain about that foolish photo.

Turning her eyes, Ma Zhilan patted Shen Xiaodong, "Aberdeen, the photo is not bad! If it's not a competitor, I would like to buy you a drink..."

"Really?" Replied weakly, Shen Xiaodong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly regained his energy, "Bring me a drink? Really? Which bar to go to? If you want to talk about drinking..."

"Ha," Ma Zhilan laughed dryly, ignoring Shen Xiaodong who kept talking, and walked forward with a smile when Xu Zhen announced the result loudly.

"Really, I agreed to invite you to drink..."

Shen Xiaodong muttered softly, Song Xiaoye who was beside him rolled his eyes at him, turned his eyes away, but bumped into Fu Jiajun who was looking over.

Her chest was suffocated, and for some reason, she lowered her head.

(End of this chapter)