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Chapter 1120 Take it again
Under the gaze of the big wave, Wang Yan pulled a chair and sat directly next to her.

He fiddled with the camera and looked back at the photos, then handed it to her: "Take a look, the photos are pretty good."

Dabolang put his cell phone on the table, pinched a cigarette and turned the camera dial. He seemed to have just realized that he couldn't see clearly and couldn't distinguish the colors. He raised his hand to take off his sunglasses and look more carefully.

After a while, she looked at it and said to Wang Yan with a smile: "It's really well taken. How much is it?"

"There is a joke in the photography circle. Do you know what the three elements of a portrait are?"

"not sure what it is?"

"Models need to be beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful."

"Are you praising me?"

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why would I be so shameless as to try to get close to you? My lustful intentions are written all over my face."

"Hey, from what you say, you want to sleep with me?"

"People in big cities speak directly, and their words are not very pleasant to hear. They talk as if I am a gangster."

"Then what should you say?"

“In-depth communication.”

This big wave rolled his eyes, speechless and choking, isn't this direct?
She fiddled with the camera and continued to look through the photos: "You are quite confident. That's right. This camera must cost hundreds of thousands. Rich people are confident. What do you do?"

"Finance." Wang Yan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He asked the waiter to bring him a glass of boiled water and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Yan, I'm 30 years old. My family was demolished a few years ago, and then... So now I have some freedom. I occasionally come out to take pictures, walk around, and have a look."

"People who work in finance... don't have a very good reputation." Big Wave laughed, "You don't have to tell me so much."

"I'm a very honest person. In case you ask me more, I'll just say more. I'm not a criminal. I haven't done anything dirty. There's nothing I can't say. As for you saying that finance has a bad reputation, that's a bit of a misunderstanding. After all, I have a very good reputation. It's mainly a human problem. When it comes to any circle, there's no clean one."

"That's right. My name is Zhang Qian. I'm an artist. I'm the same age as you, and I'm thirty."

Big Wave was still Big Wave, a real acquaintance. Wang Yan had indeed met him by accident, it was truly a coincidence.

"I can't tell. She looks like she's about 25 or 26 years old."

"That's a terrible thing to say."

"Just tell me if you want to hear it or not."

Zhang Qian smiled, handed the camera back to Wang Yan, took a last puff of cigarette, put it out in the ashtray, and said, "The photos are all very good. Leave your WeChat and send them to me later. I will edit them for you."

"You are naturally beautiful, and all your films will be blockbusters. If you adjust the tone and color in post-production, they will be even better." Wang Yan took out his mobile phone, scanned the code, and added a friend as a note.

"Can't you see the thick makeup I'm wearing? I'm already thirty."

"Every stage has its own beauty. You don't have to force yourself to be young and beautiful. Wrinkles, freckles, and dull skin are not a big deal and do not affect your beauty. Instead, they are your charm. Beauty fades and people will eventually die, so there is no need to resist time. Accept it, welcome it, and boldly show your charm.

After all, cosmetics are chemical products. The hard work of applying them every day will still harm the skin. So, you take care of your skin while applying makeup, repairing your skin while damaging it. This constant struggle will only make your face look worse and worse. You yourself said that the makeup is too thick, and you can put on less makeup when it is appropriate. As the saying goes, light makeup is always suitable for heavy makeup. "

"You're so funny." Zhang Qian covered her mouth and laughed, "But it does make some sense. But then again, if I were really a yellow-faced woman, would you come and chat with me?"

"You have some misunderstandings about yellow-faced women. If you were a yellow-faced woman, you would be a beautiful yellow-faced woman. You know, some people prefer married women, which is more exciting. Of course, I am a decent person. Although my last name is Wang, I don't live next door, and I will never do anything immoral."

"Is that so?" Zhang Qian looked doubtful. "Then how can you be sure that I don't have a boyfriend or am not married?"

"Of course I wasn't sure at first, but you didn't refuse me to come up to you and talked to me, and you even got straight to the point, so I guess you're not married. As for having a boyfriend, the current social atmosphere is not very good, and it's hard to say whether it's progressing or regressing. It doesn't seem to matter whether you have one or not, after all, the law doesn't protect boyfriends and girlfriends.

On the other hand, you are wearing luxury brands and you are only 30 years old. You should be a senior leader in the field of literature and art. Women tend to look for partners with higher ranks and better conditions. As far as the current situation is concerned, men still have more resources. You are 30 years old and a senior leader. This is quite embarrassing. You don’t like the people who like you, and the people you like don’t like you.

So I think you are also quite lonely. If you can't find a partner, you can only focus more on your career, which makes it even harder to find a partner. After all, unless it is absolutely necessary, you would not like to be affectionate with an old man in his forties, fifties or sixties. "

"You're right." Zhang Qian couldn't help but sigh. "It's so bitter to talk about it. I've been around for so many years, but I've only grown older. I haven't gained anything else. I have to endure the bullying of my subordinates every day. It's really..."

Of course, what she said was true. She was the editor-in-chief of an entertainment company. Her regular monthly income depended on the situation, ranging from 10,000 to 30,000 or 40,000 yuan. And she was wearing all these famous brands, and if no one bought them for her, she couldn't afford it. If she didn't have a house yet, renting an apartment by herself would be a big expense, and she certainly didn't have much savings.

As for being bullied by her subordinates, Wang Yan believed that what she said must be He Minhong...

But to be honest, he saved Zhang Qian's life. After all, in the original drama, Zhang Qian was fired because of a series of events caused by Song Li's request for royalties. Now that the matter has been resolved peacefully, she can continue to sit in the position of editor-in-chief.

He asked, "Why are you sitting here by yourself?"

"For work. I had an appointment to meet with someone to discuss something, but he stood me up. I wasted the whole morning and today is Saturday. I could have slept in, but I had to put on makeup and come out. As a result, I haven't met him yet." Zhang Qian's words were full of resentment.

"It seems that I showed up just in time and saved a heart that was about to break. Makeup can't be put on in vain, and clothes can't be matched in vain. It's noon, let's go eat." Wang Yan put out the cigarette, then hung the camera around his neck and stood up.

"Your invitation is really awkward."

"Just say whether you want to go or not."

Zhang Qian stood up with a smile, picked up her bag, and stroked her long skirt: "Let's go, it's a free meal, it would be a waste if we don't eat it."

The two of them had a pretty good chat and got along very naturally. Wang Yan exuded strength from the inside out and had a strong personal charm, so of course she didn't mind.

"Have you never heard that free things are the most expensive?" Wang Yan tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at her, revealing his ambiguous intentions.

"Go to hell." Zhang Qian swung her bag and hit him, then walked away in her high heels, twisting her hips, looking very coquettish.

After walking a few steps, he came to his senses, turned around and looked at Wang Yan, who was still standing there with a smile, and asked, "Where are we going to eat? Are you going to send me to a roadside stall?"

"Originally, I wanted to take you to eat Malatang, but now that you mention it, I feel a little embarrassed." Zhang Qian glared at Wang Yan. She was also a frequent internet surfer, so of course she knew the story of Malatang.

Wang Yan stood on the street and waved with a smile. The taxi slowly stopped and opened the back door to signal Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian did not refuse and got into the car. Wang Yan got in and said, "Master, let's go to the Peninsula Hotel."

The Peninsula Hotel has a restaurant, is rated by Michelin, and has open-air dining tables on the upper floors where one can enjoy the view of the Huangpu River.

This scene is still very familiar. I still remember that another big wave liked to lie by the window and look at the neon night view. The difference is that at that time, I was looking at the Bund from Lujiazui, but now I am looking at Lujiazui from the Bund. Big Wave is not that big wave, but it is still that big wave.

Big Wave likes taking photos, and Wang Yan is pretty good at it, so he started taking photos after entering the hotel. If he hadn't booked the presidential suite, people would have thought he was a photographer hired by a fake socialite.

She also took photos in the restaurant, including food, scenery, and people. Then Zhang Qian said that she had always wanted to take private photos, but she had no chance, couldn't let go, and didn't believe it. Today's timing was just right for her to realize this little wish, and she hoped that photographer Wang would help.

Although he had to admit that he was far inferior to Teacher Chen in this respect, he did not refuse the small request of such a beautiful woman. He just collected some more serious fees after the serious shooting was over...

Big Wave is still the same Big Wave. She likes to stand by the window, looking at the beauty of the Huangpu River, the neon lights at night, and this megacity. She releases her stress and relieves her loneliness, solitude, and sorrow. When the flowers in her heart bloom, she finds that she likes this city so much, and this city is so fascinating...

Afterwards, the lights came on and the room was filled with a charming atmosphere. After washing up, I finally calmed down.

Zhang Qian lay weakly on the bed, shaking the wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Wang Yan leaned against the headboard beside him, also holding a cigarette in his mouth, fiddling with the computer to post-process the photos he took today.

Wang Yan assured that they were all serious photos. At most, they were blurry, but there was absolutely nothing that shouldn't be there. He really didn't like this...

"I really didn't expect you to be so capable."

"Are you cool?"

"It feels good, but it hurts too." Zhang Qian's voice was a little hoarse, the blush on her face had not yet faded. She gathered her hair and blew another puff of cigarette into Wang Yan's face, very charming.

After she finished speaking, she let out a long breath and said with a smile, "Before today, I would never have thought that there would be such a crazy day."

“How crazy were you before?”

"How annoying." Zhang Qian hit him.

Obviously I don't want to say it.

The reason why Wang Yan was able to win her heart was not only because he was charming, spoke nicely, was natural in getting along with others, had no uncertainty or lustful eyes, and was extremely confident, but also the most important thing he did was that he directly booked a presidential suite at the Peninsula Hotel, which is called the Peninsula Suite.

The room is 130,000 per night, with a 24-hour butler and a Rolls-Royce car. The room is equipped with a study, a gym, etc. The space is quite open and the view is naturally excellent.

The computer he was fiddling with was a top-of-the-line Mac that the housekeeper had bought on errands, and it was delivered to him after he had downloaded the photo editing software according to his instructions. In addition, there was a set of Chanel clothes and shoes, underwear, and a bag...

The fact that he opened a suite before proved his financial strength, and the fact that he bought things afterwards showed his generosity, the next cooperation will definitely be more pleasant. Of course, he is generous, and Zhang Qian is an old acquaintance, so it doesn't matter if they spend more or less, as long as everyone is happy, then they are truly happy.

Without hearing Wang Yan's answer, Zhang Qian exclaimed: "You are really good at taking photos, and I think you are no worse than those famous masters."

"How can I compare with them? The masters all do stream of consciousness, which is called art. Those who shoot humanities and documentaries are even more ruthless. They all run to the battlefield. That's a life-threatening job. I just do it for my own amusement. I shoot street scenes, humanities, portraits, and everything. There is no theme. The highlight is the record."

"Anyway, I think your photos are great. Those artistic photographers can't take photos as good as you."

"Thank you for the compliment. After all, I am still no match for Teacher Chen."

"You're not behaving properly again." Zhang Qian blushed and smiled sweetly.

She then said, "Hey, you take such great photos, don't you have a public account, Weibo or something? I'll follow you."

"There is a Weibo account, but it is not posted frequently. It is called Junior Camera Operator."

"You're quite humble."

"You are engaged in art, don't you know that this is about contradiction and unity? What you highlight is the contrast. If people can smile knowingly after reading it, then I have done something good."

Zhang Qian fiddled with her phone, followed Wang Yan, and looked through the photos he had posted in the past and netizens' comments.

"It really made me smile. Your comments section is hilarious. They all say you are a junior operator, so what are they? Then there are dozens of comments below, saying you are selling cameras."

"It's also a joke, it's about a photography enthusiast making his first income from photography by selling cameras."

“It’s quite funny.”

Wang Yan responded to Zhang Qian's words with a smile, without stopping his hands at all, and quickly post-processed the photos.

"Okay, it's done. This will definitely go viral if I post it on WeChat Moments."

"Send them to me and I'll pick some. As you can probably tell, I'm pretty vain."

"It's not a bad thing, as long as you are willing to pay the price."

"Then you are wrong about me. I am really not..."

"I understand. It's just that I have money and you are pretty. We have a pleasant exchange. I would feel bad if I didn't spend a little. Don't you feel the aura of a wealthy person coming from me?"

Zhang Qian shook her head and smiled: "I feel it, then happy cooperation?"

"Of course it's a pleasure."

This joy lasted until the next afternoon. Zhang Qian, who considered herself vain, got into the Rolls-Royce car and went back weakly...

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