upper [entertainment circle]

When Jiang Zhan was abroad, he relied on photo editing to earn money to support his family for a long time.

So it must be professional.

This level of professionalism is not clear to others, but Jiang Zhan himself knows it best.

Four words to describe: handy.

In particular, what he often fixes are photos of male and female stars in the entertainment industry, such as Reuters, live photos, airport photos, official and unofficial, he is familiar with them.

It was even easier for him to pick out a few suitable photos from the pile of photos.

As for the five-fifths and deformities mentioned by the photographer, they do not exist in themselves.

Wei Xiaofei's appearance is very good, with smooth and transparent skin, small face, thin body, long legs, and tension in the camera lens. The raw picture is already very good, and it doesn't need much repairing.

Sitting in front of the computer, Jiang Zhan kept clicking the mouse. The cursor on the p-map software kept blinking. The image was zoomed in and zoomed out, filtered layer by layer. After a while, a picture was repaired.

The whole process is not a few minutes.

Cong Yu's jaws were about to drop to the ground. They were not surprised that Jiang Zhan could retouch the pictures, but they had witnessed the speed of his retouching.

This is so special!

What did he just order?What are the words on that option?They didn't even read the words clearly, so Jiang Zhan finished it?

Are these few minutes fast forwarded? !

Looking at Wei Xiaofei's still photo results, it is very delicate, so delicate that it is impeccable.

Three people: "..."

What kind of godlike existence is Brother Zhan?

Is this possible?

At this time, a photography assistant noticed something was wrong, and hurried over: "Alas, you are not allowed to touch the computer of the photography teacher. Hey, what are you doing?"

Jiang Zhan saved the picture in a newly created document, stood up, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's nothing, just teaching your photography teacher to retouch pictures."

Teaching photography teachers to retouch pictures?

This tone is too arrogant.

The photography assistant felt something was wrong, held the mouse to check the files in the computer, and when he saw the refined picture in the file, he was stunned and asked Jiang Zhan, "Did you fix it?"

Jiang Zhan raised his eyebrows.

Photographer assistant: "You wait." Then he ran to the photographer who was taking pictures, and whispered a few words.

The photographer put down the camera, left Wei Xiaofei aside, frowned and turned to look over.

After taking a few glances, he turned around slowly and walked towards Jiang Zhan: "I said..."

The photographer didn't get angry, and in a tepid tone, he handed out the camera in his hand: "How about," he raised his brows, "You guys come by yourself? Huh?"

The photographer's expression remained the same, his eyes were fierce: "You shoot yourself, edit the pictures yourself? Hmm?" He said again: "When you go on stage, you also do your own makeup, play music, and host yourself? Be the audience and canvass votes for yourself? Hmm? "

Everyone: This photographer is really not a good person.

If it's just a bad temper and a bad personality, it should have exploded by now.

But no, not only did not blow up, but also said such words.

It can be seen that it is not a bad temper, but a problem with people - he is threatening.

Cong Yu immediately exploded, and faced the photographer: "You mean us? You are a photographer anyway, and you should take good pictures!"

He was held back by Zhen Zhaoxi.

Fei Hai raised his head, and his unconvinced tone was also bombarded: "A good arm and a good leg, you said they are deformed, they can't be repaired, and they need to be retaken. Then why can someone repair it?"

Zhen Zhaoxi pulled Fei Hai again.

Cong Yu went out again: "Just tell me, can it be filmed? Can it be repaired? If it can be filmed, it can be filmed, if it can be repaired, it can be repaired, if it can't be filmed, it can't be repaired, we will find the program crew to change the studio."

Before Zhen Zhaoxi had time to pull Cong Yu, Fei Hai rushed out again: "Yes, change the studio!"

Zhen Zhaoxi: "..." I couldn't hold back the child, feeling tired.

The photographer laughed: "Change? Okay, change, you go and change." Lifting his chin, he gestured to the studio door: "Change, I'll take a look, the photos of other people have been taken, you don't have anything, why do you participate in this?" Contest."

Wei Xiaofei's voice suddenly came from behind him: "We are interviewed based on our ability to participate in the audition, not based on photos. Even if we don't have any photos today, the program team will make up for us tomorrow, and it won't be because we don't have any photos. Brush off."

Photographer: "..."

Wei Xiaofei thought that if he didn't say anything, it would really make people mad.

However, Jiang Zhan added another sentence: "The photos can't be taken well, and they don't know how to repair them. If you want to change, you must change the photographer."

The cameraman held the camera, and it was okay to walk away, and it was okay to let this group of people get out of the way. He held back for a long time, blushing.

"Okay, I'll take pictures for you, can't you, you can fix it yourself."

As he spoke, he turned around and shouted, "Continue shooting!"

Wei Xiaofei was about to walk back to the curtain when Jiang Zhan stopped him.

Wei Xiaofei: "?"

Jiang Zhan: "Keep in good shape, and shoot whatever he wants. Don't worry, I'm here."

Wei Xiaofei bit his lip and nodded.

The other dozen or so students didn't dare to say anything the whole time, and they all stood aside and watched silently.

When the photographer takes pictures of Wei Xiaofei again, everyone can clearly see that the photographer is casual. He simply presses the shutter button with the camera in his hand, just looking for speed, not quality.

Other students: It's over, it's over, it's about to die.

Chu Min even went directly to Fei Hai, accusing in a low voice with a speechless face: "Do you have any problems? What's the benefit of offending the photographer? He has a bad attitude and can't bear it. Not like that."

Jiang Zhan can understand Chu Min's position. After all, the work of an artist is somewhat controlled by a series of staff in private, and it is not as glamorous as it seems to the outside world.

Jiang Zhan said patiently: "I'll be in charge of all the hard photos of all the students in this shed."

Chu Min turned to look at Jiang Zhan, also speechless, and his tone was more aggressive than before: "Stop talking big, okay? Do you think this is the stage for the first evaluation, and there are mentors who will escort you and send you to the sky?"

Fei Hai stared in surprise: "Hi!"

Cong Yu: "Chu, don't go too far!"

Chu Min looked unconvinced: "Am I going too far, or are you all too brave? Do you dare to offend the photographer?"

Zhen Zhaoxi: "Okay, okay, stop arguing, didn't Xiaofei just say that, our process, which step is not controlled by the program team, the real photo is too ugly, the program team will not use it, when the time comes There will be reshoots, so don’t worry too much.”

He rolled his eyes at Chu Min in his heart: We have millions of picture retouchers, Brother Zhan, okay?

Chu Min glanced at Zhen Zhaoxi, then turned to Jiang Zhan: "You are so speechless."

Jiang Zhan was not speechless, he asked with his usual expression, "So, do you want me to edit the picture?"

Chu Min had a disdainful expression: "Forget it."

Jiang Zhan nodded: "OK."

As soon as Chu Min left, other students surrounded him.

Everyone saw the photographer's perfunctory attitude, and also saw that Chu Min had just come over to quarrel, and now everyone wanted to know what to do.

Jiang Zhan still said: "I am responsible."

Guaranteed, sit back in front of the computer.

This time, there was no assistant to stop him, so the group of trainees could fiddle with it whatever they wanted. Anyway, they couldn't fix the hard photos anyway, and in the end they had to come back and beg grandpa to sue grandma.

Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Zhan had picked out a few usable photos from all the photos while the photographer clicked the shutter button to do his job.

He had the mouse in one hand, and the other was hanging on the keyboard. The two hands seemed to be playing online games in private with these trainees, and they cooperated tacitly.

A group of students surrounded Jiang Zhan and stared at the screen. It was the same as what Cong Yu and the others saw not long ago. Before they could figure out anything, the icons on the software became bigger and smaller, straightened and curved. Filter and save the picture again and again, filter and save, filter and save, various options and retouching tools are used to fly.

Everyone: "!!!"

How can this picture be repaired to improve the hand speed of playing games? ! ! !

People and p are one? ? ? ?

All the students were startled, and they stood behind Jiang Zhan quietly and obediently with their eyes wide open.

My knees are weak, and I really want to kneel down.

And just as the photographer finished taking three sets of Wei Xiaofei's makeup, Jiang Zhan had already completed two sets of photos of the uniform and team uniform.

He kept his subordinates, and said to the back: "In the past, I will continue to shoot. The photos on my side are synchronized, and you can edit while shooting."

Everyone: "!!!"

Cong Yu raised his hand: "Me, me, me."

Cong Yu replaced Wei Xiaofei.

Wei Xiaofei, sweating profusely, walked back from the lighting and squeezed behind Jiang Zhan: "Brother?"

After a closer look, I was stunned.

On the screen was a still photo of him in a white shirt. There was a serious problem with this photo: the lighting was wrong and his face was pale.

Because the photographer took a few random shots and didn't call the lighting engineer to re-adjust the light halfway, the photo was taken like this.

But after the photo was opened with a photo-retouching software, it was in his brother Zhan's hands, and it was edited into a hard photo with no traces and an accurate layout, as if by magic.

In the photo, the boy has handsome facial features, bright eyes, and a confident expression.

Fei Hai grabbed Wei Xiaofei's arm: "Little boy! Your brother Zhan is a god! A god!"

Surprised, Wei Xiaofei held his breath and stood behind Jiang Zhan, not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing his brother Zhan.

And Jiang Zhan calmly used the skills of his million-dollar retoucher to quickly and efficiently edit one group after another of hard photos online.

Not only that, sometimes while practicing, he would also verbally analyze with the group of people behind him the body defects that cannot be avoided when individual students take hard photos.

"This one looks like a big head, not because of the big head, but because the shoulders are too narrow, like this one is not suitable for single-shot shoulders, neck and head, it will appear out of proportion."

"This one, look, the brow bone is thin, the eyes will appear silent in the photo, so you need to pay special attention to eye makeup."

"Short legs are not a problem. They can be repaired, and the proportions can be adjusted. In fact, boys don't take advantage of it. Girls are much better. They can be modified by wearing skirts. Boys wear trousers, which are particularly easy to expose."

……

Everyone: Mom asked us why we were kneeling in class.

During the retouching period, the photographer who took photos in a fit of rage and finally got over it after a while also stood silently by and watched Jiang Zhan's retouching.

He originally wanted to make fun of it first, and then give both sides a step down, so let's forget about it.

Why bother, they are all in the same circle, and maybe they will cooperate in the future.

But after seeing the photo editing tools that kept switching on the screen, he finally knew where the confidence of the boy sitting in front of the computer came from.

He really knows how to fix it.

The photographer suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Twenty people, one person and three groups of makeup, I can't really let this kid do all the repairs, and then spread the word, and let the artist do all the work and the work himself, so he should not be confused.

The photographer then called his assistant to interrupt Jiang Zhan, don't fix it.

Jiang Zhan said, "No, repair, I can repair one studio by myself, and I can repair two, three, four, or five studios. I will ask the program team to pay me for the salary, the money for the draft It’s the money for the draft, and the retouching is another charge.”

Cong Yu deliberately raised his voice to help the conversation very understandingly: "Master Jiang, how much is a picture of you?"

Jiang Zhan: "It's okay, the normal market price of a million retouchers."

They are all young boys, stupefied, a little noisy, a little reckless and easy to be led into rhythm.

Jiang Zhan's tone and demeanor were a little domineering and arrogant, like a leading wolf, too exciting.

A group of boys followed immediately: "Program crew, give me the money!"

"Retouching is another matter!"

The photography assistant saw so many boys on the other side, and was afraid of being disadvantaged, so he dared not answer.

The photographer saw the group of boys getting high in the studio, and said loudly, "What are you doing? Think this is your home?"

The boys simply ignored him.

The other lighting artists and makeup artists in the studio stood quietly and watched without interfering at all. The photographer looked left and right, and found that he couldn't hold the scene and had no helper, so he ran out of the studio with the camera in a fit of anger.

Jiang Zhan didn't bother to care and continued to edit the picture.

Since he said he was responsible, he must be responsible to the end.

He didn't care about anything else, he didn't look behind, his eyes were only on the screen and pictures.

He didn't know that there were more people around behind him during the period; Mr. VJ ran in with the equipment, but he didn't pay attention; he didn't pay much attention to the fact that the whole studio suddenly quieted down because of someone's arrival .

After he finishes repairing one piece, he counts it as one piece, and after finishing one set, he counts it as one set. After repairing the last piece, he feels that the previous piece can be repaired again, and he will go back to work a little bit.

Completely immersive work, immersing yourself in your own world.

Until the computer synchronized with the camera, he opened an original photo in the photo editing software that was just taken a few minutes ago——

Bai Tianheng was dressed exactly the same as when he saw him in the morning.

"!"

Jiang Zhan was taken aback. The photos were all synchronized. He edited the pictures in the order of synchronization to get this one. Looking at the time in the lower right corner of the photo, it was obviously taken just now——

When was Bai Tianheng at the scene?Also took this photo?

Jiang Zhan subconsciously turned his head.

Turning her head, she raised her eyes to meet the gaze of Arborvitae Tianheng on her upper body.

Jiang Zhan was surprised: "Uh, Bo... Teacher?"

Bai Tianheng stood high beside him, looking down at him with a restless expression, and was also very curious and surprised that he could edit pictures, so he said, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of skill."

Jiang Zhan paused, and moved his hand away from the mouse: "Well - I taught myself."

Bai Tianheng's lips curled into a faint smile: "Fix it, and fix one for me."

Jiang Zhan turned his head and looked at the original picture on the screen.

Friends, to tell you the truth, I have edited more than one of your photos.

Seeing that he didn't move, Bai Tianheng said, "Huh?"

Jiang Zhan thought for a while, then turned around, and under the VJ's camera and the silent attention of the people around him, he slowly asked, "Where is the repair?"

Bai Tianheng: "Do whatever you want to fix."

Jiang Zhan looked back at the screen again. After a while, he blinked and raised his head sincerely: "But Mr. Bai, your hard photos have always been perfect. There is nothing to fix."

Bai Tianheng raised the corners of his lips, lowered his head and lowered his eyes: "The little mouth is quite sweet." After a pause, "'always', 'all'? It seems that you pay attention to me in private."

The author has something to say: Eat it, give it to me! ! !