God's Palette

Ye Qianluo said slowly: "This kind of thing is actually not worth referring to in the circle. The Girls Frontline official will pay a fee for use, but it is only a very low price. Because, for the promotion and photography of the club, The signatures of the teacher and the model are included in it... even if it is only a very small line."

"I can understand."

Xia Xun admired that he didn't laugh, because the god of soap bubbles couldn't poke him, so he ran to poke Ye Qianluo. He didn't know if he was looking for traces of its color, or if he just wanted to pinch beautiful girls to play. Pretty naughty anyway...

Thanks to this, Ye Qianluo seemed very uncomfortable.

"But publicity is of great benefit. For our society, we can pay a separate fee instead of paying you with this low fee for use. For commercial photography of this level, in our society, a picture is about At a thousand bucks like that."

"Not a lot..." Xia Xun was really surprised.

Although it can't be compared with her previous life and high-end commercial photography, but in the circle of enthusiasts, this price can be regarded as a sky-high price.

At this moment, Zhuanzhuan sighed and interjected: "Generally, the films we produce, even if they are for commercial use, are at most a very good photo... Damn, I just posted a group of them when I found my brother."

"So... can we reduce the price as appropriate?" Ye Qianluo touched his face and said uneasily, "One thousand yuan is to encourage the photographers of the club, but Brother Xun is from outside, and this is another group. photo……"

"But if Brother Xun joins the club... I'm willing to pay at my own expense." Zhuan Zhuan stood up and said carelessly.

"It can be reduced." Xia Xun stated.

"Tsk." Zhuan Zhuan sat back again.

"Okay." But Ye Qianluo had some regrets, "Then... how about paying... [-] in total?"

Xia Xun held her hands and thought about it for a while. The price was beyond expectations. She originally thought about taking 20 fan photos and slowly expanding her reputation. She didn't expect that the situation would go so smoothly when she first shot.

"Well, what about the later period?" she asked again.

Zhuanzhuan and Liuli immediately choked and discussed in a low voice: "Yes, Brother Xun did the post-production by himself." "Oh, the latter is also quite valuable." "It seems that the eldest miss will use her own money again." "I thought she could successfully negotiate the price this time, but it's cold again." "I'll make up for the eldest lady." "I'm out of money...I can't pay for meat." People are good-looking, do you think it's alright?"

In the end, Ye Qianluo sighed and waved his hand, and finally gave [-] yuan.

All went well - the god of soap bubbles, also in constant harassment, came up with an answer about color.

On Ye Qianluo's shoulders, there is a thin, soft and short strange fur.

"Cat hair," it said.

Chapter 047 - Too Many Rich Women

Hearing this voice, no matter how good Xia Xun's mentality was, no matter how calm he was, his face twitched.

cat hair?

The one with the color of God... co-authored, is it a cat?

If it's just like this, Xia Xun can accept it. After all, the ghost knows how the god of soap bubbles lost the color, and how it was scattered and taken away by all kinds of people and animals.If she didn't get involved in this, she would even want to laugh.

But—she happens to be the labor force who does things for God and collects colors...

The method of obtaining the color requires taking a picture of the bearer with a sincere smile. This is no problem. Xia Xun feels that he is very good at doing this.However, the cat's sincere... smile?This made her depressed.

Some cats seem to be laughing and are made into emoticons, but they are actually just because of their festive looks and the way they are photographed. This species can't laugh at all, right?The deeper he thought about it, the more Xia Xun's mentality collapsed.

what is this called...

"That's the way it is, this little girl's cat has my color, Master, you can figure it out."

Finished.The God of Soap Bubbles took a breath, flew back to Xia Xun's head, and remained motionless since then.It followed, originally to understand his doubts, and now that it has been solved, he is naturally in a good mood.

But Xia Xun was suffering, and had to please a cat.

"Looking for brother? What's the matter?"

"What's wrong? Sorrowful."

At the council table, Ye Qianluo, who was discussing the payment method, Zhuanzhuan, and Liuli, who joined in the fun, were all curious. Why did Xia Xun suddenly look like a bitter gourd and said nothing?

Xia Xun didn't hear this, just thinking about how to photograph Ye Qianluo's cat.

This is really very difficult, and it is possible to develop specific methods only after frequent contact with the cat.It’s fine if it’s a stray cat, and if it’s a big deal, take it home and study it slowly—but it’s a house cat.

It still seems to be very expensive, renting out Ye Qianluo's house cat that pays by the hour...

It's too cumbersome and complicated.

"...Looking for your brother?" Ye Qianluo tried to ask again.

"I am fine."

Xia Xun rubbed his head, walked away from the babble of soap bubbles, and returned to the moment full of reality.

Ye Qianluo's worried face was facing herself, like fine snowflakes that were about to melt into water. She really wanted to photograph this scene, but after thinking about it, it wasn't the boss-level president at all-- It's her cat.

"Then, let's sign the buyout contract for the photo? I'll pay you the money." Ye Qianluo didn't hand over the prepared documents, but hesitated, but summoned up the courage to ask, "Excuse me. , Brother Xun is now a student, or has he started to make a living from photography?"

"Photography has cost me a lot of money, and I'm still in debt, so I'm forced to work for others, maybe it's photography for a living..."

"Sounds like a very complicated story."

"In a sense, it feels like being nurtured?"

"Turn around, don't insult Brother Xun."

"Anyway—" Xia Xun put away his smile, facing Ye Qianluo, who was hesitant to speak, but always wanted to say something, "I shouldn't be able to join your club, you want me, thank you, but it's a pity that arrived."

Ye Qianluo couldn't hide his loss, just nodded, and the two next to him also sighed.