What? The triplets in my belly are villains?

Yin Zhiwei was tired, she was really tired, and she swore that she never wanted to take pictures again.

Why is taking photos so cumbersome? Why?

It took her more than an hour to put on makeup, including sequins and eyeliner. As an alternative woman, she really didn't want to be so tedious.

I have changed seven or eight sets of clothes, and the photo taking locations have also changed from here to there, and from there to there.

"Yes, that's it. Wow, it's so beautiful. Mr. Yin, hold on."

Yin Zhiwei posed with a stiff posture and a forced smile, and gradually lost herself under the photographer's praises.

Tired! Destroy! That's it!

She finally understood why there were so many people in a photography team.

There are people doing makeup, changing costumes, lighting, shooting, directing, and one who does nothing but praise others for his wealth.

I have to say, it is indeed professional and she was indeed surprised when she saw the finished product.

The movement is obviously as stiff as it can be, but under the photographer's capture it is transformed into an atmospheric photo full of maternal radiance.

She understood that the most important thing is not the person, but the photographer. He can photograph you the way he wants to.

She suddenly thought of a clip from a variety show she saw last night, which was about a couple.

She almost misunderstood the ambiguity and tenderness in the video. Maybe they were just discussing when to get off work.

The editing is misleading!

If you don’t get this CP, then look for the next one!

After a whole day of shooting, the photography team returned with their spoils, feeling satisfied, just as it got dark.

For photographers, taking beautiful photos is enough to make them happy, not to mention that such photos fill up their cameras.

Others were happy because they received a generous tip.

I really like working for rich people. They get a lot of tips.

Yin Zhiwei was like a drowned salted fish in the villa, allowing Yin Hong to toss and turn her massage around.

With dull eyes and a relieved smile on his lips, he lay peacefully on the massage bed.

She never wanted to see these people again, and it left a huge shadow in her heart.

But when she saw the freshly released series a few days later, she had completely forgotten how she was tormented and felt like her soul was leaving her body.

One set is a collection of photos taken in home clothes, very everyday and warm.

One set of photos was taken while she was wearing a flower fairy dress specially made for pregnant women. The overall style is very playful.

One set is a collection of photos of a pregnant female president, with a very sharp style.

There are also several sets of Chinese style, one set of Western style, and so on...

It was really a pleasure to watch, and it was worth all the suffering she had endured throughout the day.

Yin Tian carefully collected several thick photo albums, planning to show them to the young masters and young ladies later.

They have to know how hard their mother works. She has such a slim body, but her belly is filled with three heavy children.

The photo studio also carefully selected one photo of each style and made it into a large photo frame and a small photo frame.

The 14-inch large photo frames can be hung on the wall. Yin Tian and his friends hung them in the bedroom, study and other places.

The small photo frames are placed on the desk, coffee table, dining table, bedside table...

Yin Zhiwei silently watched her cute little warriors moving excitedly, and the whole villa was filled with their running figures.

She found that the people who were most excited after the photos came out were not herself, but her little warriors.

Even though they had spent hundreds of millions of dollars on something a few days ago, they were not that excited. They just hung up the paintings and found a place to display the porcelain in a very calm manner.

It seemed as if these photos of her were worth more than hundreds of millions in their eyes.

Although she seemed to think they were making a big deal out of nothing, she was actually very happy inside, and her little feet were raised up in pride.

Her little warriors are the ones who love her the most!

Of course, she also loves her little warriors the most!

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Yin Zhiwei sat in the study, listening to Yin Yuan's work report. Today had been half a month since she traveled through time.

During this half month, the sun rewarded her with several properties, several luxury cars, a consumer cashback card, and a master-level skill card.

She handed over all the properties to Yin Yuan, and the luxury car was parked in the garage of the villa.

The cashback card is ten times more, so she only has 100 billion yuan in funds now, right? (ˉ?ˉ?)

As for the master-level skill card, she originally wanted to get a cooking skill.

This skill, which has repeatedly caused her to fail, is the pain of her life. The more she can't get it, the more she wants it.

She worshipped several gods along the way, but instead of getting cooking skills, she got artificial intelligence skills.

Yin Zhiwei had to once again give up her dream of becoming a master chef and turned to studying artificial intelligence.

In the end, she found that she could develop an artificial intelligence like Xiao Ai in just a few months.

The prerequisite is to have Xiao Ai's help, and the person who knows Xiao Ai best is herself.

But according to Sun, Xiao Ai is a thing from a higher dimension after all. Even if she figures it out, it won't be as humane as Xiao Ai.

Yin Zhiwei seemed to be thinking about something. It was really incredible that Xiao Ai was so humane.

She is more humane, more sensible, and more worldly-wise than some non-human people.

Even so, Yin Zhiwei was very satisfied. After all, this world has not yet developed artificial intelligence.

But if she wanted to research and market the product, she couldn't do it herself. There was only one way, which was to cooperate with the government.

But let's wait until she has the baby before busying herself with her career. Now think about what she will do after she has the baby.

Too busy, too busy at all!

Under Yin Yuan's operation, the company was successfully established and called Yin Group, which was very simple and crude.

All the properties she obtained were placed under the name of Yin Group, and will gradually expand in the future.

In the future, she plans to make artificial intelligence the core of Yin Group.

Strive to become the number one group in the imperial capital, and then gradually expand abroad and even the whole world.

Anyway, she has Yin Yuan here, Yin Zhiwei thought somewhat guiltily.

"By the way, Miss, the Huaxia National Museum sent us a letter two days ago, saying that they wanted to see the Thirty Scenes of the Old Summer Palace that you bought at the Qiongrui Auction.

If there are any damages, they can repair them for free, and they just want to take a closer look at the cultural relics that are being returned to our country.”

Yin Zhiwei was stunned after hearing this. This painting is now in the collection room of her villa, but she has not looked at it carefully since she bought it.

Yin Zhiwei stretched out her fingers and tapped the desk. This painting would not be of much use if it stayed with her. It would be better to put it in a national museum.

"How about this, Yuanyuan, go talk to the people at the museum and tell them that I plan to donate this painting to the museum free of charge. Ask them when they have time, and then you can go and deliver it in person."

Yin Yuan nodded, "Okay, Miss."

Yin Zhiwei stood up and said, "I'll go to the collection room first."

"Miss, I'll accompany you." Yin Tian followed closely behind Yin Zhiwei.

Yin Zhiwei came to the collection room and saw the picture in the center at a glance.

I took out a pair of white gloves from the drawer and put them on. Collectibles like this cannot be touched directly with your hands.

The high temperature of the human body can damage some materials or pigments on the painting, although it is not obvious to the naked eye.

But in the eyes of these professionals, they are reluctant to damage even a little bit, as that would be a waste of resources.

Yin Zhiwei observed it carefully and felt it carefully. There were already some obvious wear and tear on the painting.

This shows that this painting has not been well preserved in French museums.

In addition, the handle may have been bumped and scratched during transportation by the foreigner, so there are very subtle scratches on it.

Yin Zhiwei's eyes were filled with regret. If this painting had always stayed in their country, it would definitely not have the signs of wear and tear it has today.

Those perverts in the museum will worship it like an ancestor.

They treat it like their wife, taking good care of it every day. No, they wouldn't treat their wife like that.

It may take several months to completely restore and maintain this painting.

Yin Zhiwei took out a pen and paper and recorded the damage on the painting and the places that needed repair.

She has master-level skills in Chinese painting, so it is very simple for her to see that there may be some omissions, but it is basically the same.

In order to save time for the museum's experts, she went through the pages one by one with her reading glasses, but it would take an eternity to do so.

"Okay, when the time comes, give this note to the experts at the museum, and find a better box to put the painting in."

"Okay, miss."

The ownership issue of the painting has also been resolved, so there is no need to worry about it gathering dust in her hands.

"Congratulations, you are back home. In the future, you will have a group of people who care about you more and serve you. It will definitely be much more comfortable than the service I give you."

Yin Zhiwei smiled slightly and turned to leave the collection room.

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"How about it, Old Man Yuan, has Miss Yin agreed? Can we go and see the painting 'Thirty Scenes of the Old Summer Palace'?"

When Old Man Zhou saw Old Man Yuan’s expression become dull after answering the phone, he pushed him anxiously.

He didn't have the time to care why he became dull. He was now looking forward to the lost cultural relic.

Both of them are famous cultural relics restorers in the country. They have spent half their lives in museums restoring cultural relics that were bought and donated by others.

Every day they treat the cultural relics like their own sons, maintaining them and oiling them. They have never taken such meticulous care of them even if they were their own sons.

Their dream is that one day all the cultural relics of their country can return home.

"No, what did Miss Yin say? Please speak up and stop keeping me on hold. Did she refuse?"

Old man Yuan, who answered the phone, came back to his senses and remembered what Yin Yuan meant on the phone. His eyes instantly lit up with infinite light.

"She agreed. No, it should be Miss Yin who is going to donate the painting to our museum for free. It was sold for 250 million, and she wants to give it to us for free."

"what!"