God's Palette

"We brought two cameras. Even if Xia Xun thinks it's detrimental to our style and doesn't take commemorative photos for us, I'll just grab and go around and take pictures later. I can take pictures with my mobile phone."

"According to my analysis, Xia Xun should concentrate on preparing for your photography..."

"Worried about disturbing her? Or disturbing me?"

"It's all." Mian Yu replied.

This sentence exceeded Ye Qianluo's expectations, and she was slightly taken aback.The boss in front of him doesn't just care about Xia Xun?It seems that the travel expenses paid for her are not in vain, and Mian Yu actually has a soft side.

Just when Ye Qianluo was thinking about these things, drinking coffee at the same time, and wanted to talk to Mian Yu about Xia Xun's life experience——

She received a message.

"Miss, your plan is going to be in trouble."

This sentence came from China, and the sender was Ye She's intelligence officer.

The intelligence officer is always reticent and sarcastic, and has obsessive-compulsive disorder that is almost like going to a mental hospital. If he doesn't get new information every day, he will have a headache and want to commit suicide.

Fortunately, he was born in the right era, and there is an explosion of information on the Internet for him to read all the time.

Therefore, Ye Qianluo made good use of this characteristic of him and entrusted him to collect the latest and most accurate first-hand information so that Ye She could quickly and efficiently work in the Two-dimensional circle where wives change every day. Capture hot spots to stay one step ahead of others.

But apart from important news, this person in charge will not disturb him easily. After all, there are other managements in charge of Ye She's operations... But at this point in time, it's almost morning in China, right?

It seems that the trouble is not small.

She showed her fearless self-confidence, and replied in a cold tone: "Tell me."

"That big guy in the lo skirt circle is going to make a move."

Just like this, Ye Qianluo already felt troubled. Her eyebrows, which had been stretched for several days, were furrowed again, which was an expression of disgust, resistance, and upset.

The intelligence officer went on to say—

"The big guy spent [-] to hire a photography team that should be relatively high-level, and also got a seemingly rare skirt from Japan... At the same time, he spent [-] to manage the Two-dimensional official account, UP master, and navy team , ready to create a big trend, this is already a quasi-commercial marketing of medium-sized Internet celebrities.”

Mian Yu noticed that Ye Qianluo's expression had changed: "What's the matter, did you eat up your stomach? Go to the toilet..."

Ignoring her teasing, Ye Qianluo just adjusted his breathing and mentality, and spoke slowly——

"One of my enemies, showing her strength."

"What kind of enemy?"

"A very troublesome guy... Do you know the thing about Lolita? Although it has many meanings, in today's Two-dimensional circle, it is mainly used to refer to Lolita-style dresses, small skirts and so on."

Of course Mian Yu knows—although it’s embarrassing to say that now, but she was also a serious girl when she was a child. She had a girlish heart that was no different from the general public, and a little desire to express herself. Longing for this kind of dress.

Lolita clothing, it has a strong Gothic temperament in it, and there are a lot of western classical clothing elements, but it can quite well highlight the cuteness and sweetness of girls, and it is indeed easy to fascinate people with a girly heart.

"Know it..." She still nodded.

"There is a circle of lo skirts, and my enemy is the top boss of that circle, called pressure."

"Duck duck?" Talking about this, Mian Yu moved a wooden chair, and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with Ye Qianluo, facing the shimmering lake, "It's a cute name. It's suitable for finding a small lake in Finland to live in seclusion. I can meet wild ducks from Northern Europe and make international connections..."

"The pressure of the compactor."

"According to my analysis, what the hell is this name..."

The name of this circle is really not very pleasant, but Ye Qianluo couldn't help but laugh a little: "This one is very stressful, and I have entered the fashion circle with the ability to design lo skirts. Although the level is relatively low...but in the Two-dimensional circle... Li, however, enjoys a lot, and earns a lot by selling limited edition lo skirts."

"Since this steamroller is the main attack design, does it conflict with you?"

"The scary thing is, Ya Ya is a dwarf in his twenties, who barely measures [-] meters...a little dwarf. With makeup and PS, he looks like a kindergarten kid, and he is especially suitable for things like lo skirts...Therefore, the one on stage She is a powerful enemy with talent, appearance, popularity, gimmicks, background, and the support of a large number of fans in the lo skirt circle."

At this point, Mian Yu understands, it seems that this is a super top version, intelligent, cute, specialized, and around.

The original version of Zhuanzhuan alone had already brought her many high threats. By analogy, this pressure might be very tricky... I am afraid that none of these overlapping circle names is a good one.

Ye Qianluo talked about the current situation again. Obviously, this pressure is very difficult to deal with, and now there is a team of photographers who seem to be very good, etc., and they are going to make a gimmick under the banner of "healthy dissemination of subculture" , which is likely to affect Ye Qianluo's plan.

Although Mian Yu thought it was boring to peck each other in these small circles, after thinking about it, she still started to help the little president with an idea - who asked Xia Xun to participate...

Her stomach is better than anyone else's. How much time Xia Xun has spent preparing for this trip to Finland, so that it is really irresponsible to fool around with some fast food every day to feed the boss.Therefore, she didn't want the shutter that Xia Xun pressed to disappear.

Facing the worried Ye Qianluo, Mian Yu, as a "reader of the future", came up with a good idea for her.

"Just be at ease."

"what?"

"Don't forget, the photographer who made your dream come true is Xia Xun. What else is there to worry about?"

……

At the same time, in front of the so-called wishing well in Haimenbao——

Xia Xun was embarrassed and flustered, but also looked at the camera screen with a little excitement.

This, did this win the lottery?She swallowed, felt her pulse again, to make sure she was still alive.That being the case, this will be a rare event in the history of my photography.

Across life and death, the appearance of the deceased is captured with the lens of the living.

Fortunately, it is daytime now. Although the castle is gloomy, there is an endless stream of tourists from all over the world. This strong popularity directly dispels the fear that should have made Xia Xun uncomfortable.She raised her eyes, looked over the crowd, and looked at the mouth of the wishing well.

You can't see anything with your eyes, only the dull scenery sealed by rusty iron bars to prevent tourists from falling, and the coins flying in the air and splashing sound from time to time.