Reborn Petty Citizen

One less person in the family doesn't make much of a difference.

People are so cheap, Zhang Ze scolded himself like this, originally he hated Du Xingzhi so much, and he didn't want to let him touch his hands when they were in the same bed, but when he really left, it took a long time to get used to it. A person's lonely sleep, without a bed partner who always faces each other, even the small bed seems to be a little empty.

Mentally exhausted, Zhang's mother dragged him to shoot a promotional advertisement for men's clothing. The expansion of P·D goes hand in hand with overwhelming print advertisements. The cost of publicity these days is much smaller than that of later generations. Zhang Su has this awareness, but few other similar domestic companies have awareness.Because of the trendy clothing stores and high-end stores, coupled with enough publicity, P·D's road is going smoothly.

The set of promotional photos that Zhang Ze is going to take now is mainly aimed at the surrounding provinces, such as Beijing and Shanghai, the influence of P·D is not enough for the sake of publicity. Hong Kong and Taiwan celebrities are invited to promote, all of them are well-known big brands, domestic brands, and there are few packaging awareness at this time.

But Zhang Ze understands how many brands with ordinary knowledge in later generations are exclusive to the aristocrats who are portrayed as gaudy by the publicity, as if owning a piece of clothing of this brand is so glamorous, but women really like it. If you don't set it, you are willing to give an outrageous price according to the price for a brand, so that the merchant can make a lot of money.

So the way of packaging was also slowly instilled by Zhang Mu and Zhang Suting. Zhang Su had more business acumen than Zhang Mu, and he was also a striker.Chinese people are quite willing to take the face of their compatriots in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Just because of a brand imported from Hong Kong, the company's business is more than [-]% better than before.

The factory has started to expand, and the output has also increased compared to before. During this period of time, Zhang Su is trying to hire a few good designers, but he is not in Huaixing.Occasionally, when he comes back, he has to deal with all the things that Zhang's mother doesn't understand. Seeing how hard they are, Zhang Ze will naturally not ask them to find another suitable male model unkindly.Domestic male models are quite rare these days, or in other words, there are not many stars in the mainland who can sell, and the world of entertainment is dominated by singers from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

It is precisely because of this that industries related to the entertainment industry are extremely awesome.It was as if they were coated with an extraordinary halo invisibly, and everyone acted with arrogance.

"Don't move." When Zhang Ze moved a little, his head was pinned down. The makeup artist carefully patted his face with a powder puff, coaxing softly while patting, "It will be ready soon. The painting must be dark enough and thick enough, otherwise it will become blurry when it is shot, and the effect will not be good after shooting.”

As he said, he put down the compact and reached for a box of blush: "Pink or orange?"

Zhang Ze looked at the mirror on the side, and was so frightened that he could hardly speak. The person in the mirror had a dead face, with layers of powder, as if it would crack if he smiled, his eyebrows were black, and his lips were painted. Pink and tender red, with a slightly darker lip line to outline the shape, it is simply...

shit.

However, the people around did not express any objection to this kind of makeup, and they still murmured and said that it looks good. Zhang Ze shivered and pushed away the blush box: "Farewell, my painting looks like I am about to go to a photo studio... Have you put away your lipstick?"

The makeup artist was a little upset: "Isn't this nice?"

Zhang Ze looked around, recalling the appearance of the Hallyu stars that those women in the office were chasing before, and pointed to his face: "Let's draw your eyebrows longer, not so thick, and clearer. Then draw an eyeliner, don't The head is exposed, it looks more energetic, the lipstick is really unnecessary, and it is oily, when the time comes to the camera and then the light is on, it will definitely look like a kebab."

He was thinking of ways to make it perfect, but the make-up artist on the other end put down his things and turned his back with a sneer. He was in a bad mood: "Whoever wants to be transformed? I am a professional, and I still use laymen to guide me?"

Zhang Ze glanced at him and frowned.This is an advertisement for his own business, so he naturally wants to keep improving, and how the effect of the packaging should be as fashionable as possible.He has never eaten pork before, and he has seen pigs running. There is a reason for the popularization of makeup in later generations. The times are progressing. It is the winner of the survival of the fittest. Now what is going on with the heroic makeup that is going to be filmed in martial arts movies? ?He doesn't like people who are proud of their talents, not to mention that their skills are not promising.

Chang Zhu quickly came over and pushed the makeup artist away. Others didn't know, but he knew the identity of this little ancestor.If this is an ordinary flat model, of course you don't have to be so polite, but Zhang Ze was brought to the shooting scene by the boss of P·D holding hands. Hearing the word "auntie", they can guess who this child is.Nowadays, there are not many makeup artists in China, probably because they have made up their minds and got used to it, and all of them have bad tempers.

Ignoring the artist who lost his temper on his own, Changzhu summoned an impromptu make-up artist and asked him to look at Zhang Ze's request for painting.The little makeup artist was only temporarily helping some small characters to touch up makeup in the photography team. After all, the reputation of this photography team can be regarded as the best in the country. Those who have graduated have never been abroad or have extraordinary experience. It is a rare opportunity to come in and learn something.Now that he was called, he was naturally quite flattered and came over with the tool in his arms.

The bad-tempered makeup artist didn't leave either, standing aside with folded arms and sneering, waiting to see the result. He has been putting on makeup for almost five years, and he even went to Japan to study. This layman who came to take a few photos is here to point out?I have to beg him to deal with the aftermath in a while!

Following Zhang Ze's idea, the little make-up artist was confused at first, but Yue Hua became more and more surprised. After a while, she withdrew her hand and held Zhang Ze's face: "Open your eyes and have a look."

Zhang Ze blinked, and saw that the smiling expression of the young man in front of him suddenly froze, his mouth was slightly opened, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Ze's face, and after a long while, he straightened up with distracted eyes: "...this... ..."

Zhang Ze raised his eyebrows and turned his face away, looking at the mirror, he was also a little surprised.The little makeup artist thinned out his powder a bit, revealing the previously covered cinnabar mole, but his skin was a little fairer than usual, his eyebrows were clearly defined, the thickness was appropriate, and the end of his eyebrows was almost fainted The temples, coupled with a pair of eyes that are more radiant than before, this face that was originally full of Buddha's light at best suddenly became indescribably arrogant.

Chang Zhu was almost dumbfounded, and took two foolish steps back before regaining his senses: "Shooting! Stand by for shooting!"

"Mr. Zhang, come with me to change clothes?" The original set of clothes was supposed to be changed, and Masuke could barely move his eyes. While staring at Zhang Ze, he was vaguely recalling what clothes should go with him. After a while, he suddenly said to Xiao The makeup artist raised her voice: "Is there a unit? If not, I will report tomorrow!"

The little make-up artist came back to her senses and nodded ecstatically: "I will definitely come!" You must know that this is one of the best photography teams in the province. Yang Yuying has asked them to do makeup. The scenery is infinite!

Zhang Ze was surrounded by the crowd and left the dressing room to change clothes, followed by the little makeup artist, leaving only the stinky makeup artist in the room, full of shock and embarrassment.

Zhang Ze has no experience in taking pictures, but he has never eaten pork and he has seen pigs running. In his previous life, he watched news online and visited Taobao, and he also saw pictures of models.He dare not pursue the style of a big name, but he can learn from his posture and demeanor when taking pictures. The photographer told him not to laugh, and looked up at the camera with the corner of his eye. He probably understood what kind of effect the other party was after. His brows were slightly raised, his eyes were not inferior, and his limbs stretched naturally.The shutter slammed, and the photographer danced excitedly: "Okay! Keep it like this! Raise your head a little higher, oh oh oh! Go higher!!"

"What a good seed," Chang Zhu stood with his arms folded, staring at the movement above, and sighed, "If only he was willing to enter the entertainment circle, he would sing a song casually, and with this face, he could become popular all over the world."

Du Xingzhi, who was far away in Beijing, got the news and went to the security room at the school gate to receive a registered letter from Huaixing.Usually, any matter at home can be solved with a phone call. This is the first time he received a letter. Three friends who came back from outside surrounded him and wanted to know what was inside.

One of these three people has just known each other for a while, and the other two were both old and young in Huaixing. There is one who is one or two years older than him, and came to Beijing to study early. Although they are not in Beijing University, they are not far away from each other. .Nearly half of the money Du Xingzhi needs to run a coal mine is obtained from them, and the remaining half is borrowed from the bank through Zhang Su's natal relationship. In short, life would be difficult without them.

Cao Yu sneered sullenly: "I've given in to your mother. At what age will mother and son pay you back? Haven't you talked enough on the phone?"

Du Xingzhi ignored him at all. No one in this group of kids had a happy family. Cao Yu was beaten up by his parents since he was a child. How could he have seen the Du family's mother and son behave like this?The sour taste of vinegar.

The letter was very thick. I opened it and took out two pieces of letter paper. When I unfolded it, there were crooked characters written by Zhang Mu. Zhang Mu hadn't read a book for a few days, so there was no need to talk about the general rules of grammar, but the deep kindness revealed between the lines made Du Xingzhi feel uneasy. His eyes softened unconsciously.Should it really be mother and son?This kind of skill that makes people subconsciously let go of their defenses and increase their goodwill has been learned by Zhang Ze [-]%.

Although a few friends laughed, they were still curious about the content, and leaned over their heads: "What are you writing?"

Du Xingzhi read the letter with some hesitation: "I...my brother took an advertisement, saying that he had edited two photos for me to see."

Everyone got excited immediately, shooting commercials?These days it’s still a new term. There are quite a few celebrities from Hong Kong and Taiwan filming advertisements. Those who appear on the screen are “stars” and are worth a lot of money.

After Du Xingzhi poured the photos out of the envelope, everyone fell silent.

On the small photo paper, the background is just a piece of iron gray, and a pure white couch is placed horizontally in the middle. From the angle of shooting from above, the couch looks high above.The most eye-catching thing is the person lying in the picture, with short hair and snow-skinned, wearing a refined and meticulous modified suit, with legs with long sleeves slightly overlapping, and his upper body leaning lazily on the head of the couch.He casually pressed one hand against the skin under his body, stretched the other hand, lazily pressed against his temple, his expression seemed to be intoxicated by the invisible music, his light-colored lips drew a wanton arc, and his eyes were half-closed and half-opened , which seems to have waves rippling.The tails of his eyebrows flew slantingly, as if the unfinished notes of agreement were raised in the air, coupled with the finishing touch of a red mole in the center of his eyebrows, it seemed to come from outside the sky and should not appear in the world.

At a glance, people can't take their eyes off him.

Du Xingzhi's fingertips trembled slightly, a cluster of flames could be seen in his eyes, and he suddenly turned his hands over to cover the photo.

Everyone immediately came to their senses and were very dissatisfied. As soon as they passed their accusatory eyes over, they quickly discovered the subtle difference between Du Xingzhi's expression and just now.

People who knew him exchanged glances, and wisely stopped talking.However, that photo left a deep impression on people. They couldn't help but stare at Du Xingzhi's hand and start imagining what the remaining photos would be like, and what kind of person would be able to take such a photo? elegant demeanor.

After a day of ignorance, when everyone had left, Du Xingzhi sat in his own home and carefully turned the photos over.

Staring intently at the people in the photo, he took out the next one after a while, with tender eyes.

Gray tone, the sky in the distance, Zhang Ze is squatting sideways on the stone steps in the lower right corner of the photo, his face is slightly tilted to the camera, his eyes are obediently closed, and his slender eyelashes cast a striking shadow, from forehead to chin, every inch of The arcs are perfect, so perfect that they don't look like people who should live in this world.

Du Xingzhi stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked the quiet person in the photo with his fingertips. He knew that this person's skin was cold, and his hair was short and soft. .

From the bottom of my heart, something burst out.