Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 123 A new photographer from China
In the early morning of December 12, Chen Pingsheng walked out of the hotel door after sleeping for ten hours in the hotel, looking for something to eat.

The streets of Shanghai are more refined than those in southern China. You can see small Western-style buildings from the Republic of China period and signboards of different styles everywhere.However, the sidewalks here are also narrower, and you can't help but bump into other pedestrians when walking.

Chen Pingsheng searched along the roadside for a while before he found a fried dumpling shop.

Pan-fried buns are the most famous delicacy in Shanghai in the country. The buns the size of a baby's fist are fried in a pot with a golden bottom. When you take a bite, the rich soup bursts out from the buns, giving you a double enjoyment of texture and taste.

When eating pan-fried food, you must eat it freshly cooked so that it is crispy and hot enough.

Chen Pingsheng ordered four, and also ordered a bowl of scallion noodles, which is also one of the characteristics of Shanghai.

He ate two of the vinegar dishes in one go, and then swallowed the noodles whole. He felt that his spirit, which was a little sluggish due to sleeping for a long time, suddenly improved.

After eating, he walked to the Magic City Grand Theater. From the outside, nothing changed except for a sign at the door that read, "The "Freeze World" Grand Prix Award Ceremony will be held at 7 p.m."

However, the news Chen Pingsheng received was that admission would start at five o'clock. This should be a measure taken by the organizing committee to avoid some people arriving late.

While standing and watching from a distance, he suddenly saw a slightly familiar figure in front of him.

"Click, click." Along with the sound of the shutter, an artistic guy with long hair was holding a camera to take pictures of the theater.

"Li Luan."

When he heard his name, he turned around subconsciously, but he didn't expect that he was the best debater he had met by chance.

"What is the best debater?" Hearing Li Luan call him that, Chen Pingsheng was a little puzzled. He seemed to have never participated in a debate competition.

"It was when I was debating with Chairman Fu before. You defeated Chairman Fu effortlessly. Isn't this the best debater?" Li Luan put down the camera and spread his hair.

"So you didn't remember my name?" Chen Pingsheng looked at him suspiciously.

"Hey, how can that be impossible!" Li Luan said as if you don't look down on my memory: "Chen Huahua, right?"

Chen Pingsheng didn't speak, just stared at him without saying a word.

Li Luan touched his chin in embarrassment: "Oh, I remembered it wrong, Chen Huaping?"

"Tsk, you just remember the last name, right?"

"What are you talking about, Chen Pinghua?" Li Luan made his final struggle.

Chen Pingsheng patted him on the shoulder mercilessly: "Pat him slowly, I'll leave first."

"No, Chen Pingsheng, is it Chen Pingsheng?" Li Ran grabbed his arm and didn't let him go.

"That's right this time." Chen Pingsheng nodded, finally no more outrageous names appeared.

"I mainly went to Yunnan and took pictures in the mountains. I was too selfless in taking pictures. So I can't remember many things." Li Luan found the steps for himself.

This was the first time Chen Pingsheng heard such a far-fetched explanation.

"Why are you here? Are you here to shoot?" The two of them were sitting on chairs on the street. Li Luan bought him a bottle of drink out of apology for remembering the wrong name.

"Absolutely. What about you? I remember you are not an architectural photographer, right?" Chen Pingsheng asked after taking a sip of water.

"What else could it be because of? Of course it's because of Ge Sai!" Li Ran pointed to the door of the theater: "All the big names in the photography industry are here tonight. I will wait for seven o'clock now and then take pictures of them one by one. Treat it as a work.”

Needless to say, Chen Pingsheng thought his idea was really interesting.

Photography is originally about recording, so recording mountains, rivers, landscapes and architecture, and portraits are no different.

If all the photographers were really photographed and a photo album was published, many photography enthusiasts would surely follow them.

By analogy, photographing your own family, or photographing a person or a group of people at different times, is one of the easiest ways to excel in photography.

For many photography novices, if they have no inspiration and don’t know what to shoot, it is better to start with the people or things they are most familiar with.

Often, by recording the same thing at different times, we can harvest precious photos.

"What about you, what are you planning to shoot?" Li Luan suddenly asked about Chen Pingsheng's plans. Obviously, he didn't pay attention to Chen Pingsheng's film industry and didn't know that Chen Pingsheng had already been invited.

"Going to shoot a party, an awards ceremony." Chen Pingsheng wanted to tease him, but did not tell him the truth.

"Oh, it's still early, do you want to have dinner together?"

"I just finished eating, and I'm a little full. I have to go back and prepare something, so I'll leave first."

"Okay, slow down." Li Luan stood up to see him off. After taking two steps, Chen Pingsheng suddenly turned around and said mysteriously: "You'd better come earlier, come at six o'clock."

"Six o'clock? Why?" Li Luan didn't understand.

"Maybe someone will arrive early?" After Chen Pingsheng finished speaking, he turned and left.

Li Ran frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes, it starts at seven o'clock. How can we enter the venue at seven o'clock? We have to come early!"

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Pingsheng, dressed in a suit and cashmere coat, came to the door of the theater again.

This building is very structurally beautiful, with a huge curved ceiling at the top that blocks the main building below like ancient cornices.

The photographer's award ceremony is naturally completely different from the entertainment industry. There is no red carpet, and there are no reporters standing outside to report. There are only two staff members standing in front of the door to check the invitations.

"Hello, please bring out the invitation letter."

Chen Pingsheng took out his invitation letter and handed it to the staff. After they read it, they handed it to Chen Pingsheng again: "Mr. Chen, please come in."

Stepping in, he followed the guidance signs and walked directly into the lobby on the first floor.

What comes into view is the entire auditorium and stage composed of luxurious red and noble gold.

Huge stage lights illuminate the entire environment, and there are countless small light sources scattered around. The shapes of these lights are also uniformly selected by the designer.Every step you take here makes you amazed by the beauty of the architecture.

"Third seat in the second row." Chen Pingsheng looked at the seats on the invitation and walked forward.

He could see that several photographers had already arrived and were gathering in front of the stage, seeming to be exchanging something.

Perhaps seeing a new person appear, one of them immediately came over to greet Chen Pingsheng.

"Hey, hello." The person who came was a bearded white man wearing a large suit that covered up his bloated figure.After seeing the visitor with a Chinese face, he stretched out his hand and asked: "Do you speak English?"

Chen Pingsheng held his big hand and nodded: "I know a little."

"Awesome." The bearded white man laughed and introduced himself: "My name is Fingel."

"Chen Pingsheng." His English proficiency is the result of high school accumulation and the past few days of surprises. The English learning voucher is really powerful, and the words and sentences he wrote down will never be forgotten.

Of course, he can only speak some relatively simple dialogues now.

"Come on, Chen, come on." Fingel pulled him off the stage and gathered with other photographers.

"Guys, look, there's another new photographer, Chen." He took the initiative to introduce it to everyone.

"Hello, Chen." The photographers greeted each other.

There were four photographers in front of him, three white and one black. Chen Pingsheng responded one by one.

"Chen, what category award are you the winner of?" Fingel asked curiously.

Chen Pingsheng felt that he was speaking too fast and it was indeed difficult to hear, so he said: "My English level is average, please speak slowly."

"Oh, wait a minute, Rick!" Fingel suddenly remembered something and shouted to the back of the stage.

A young man in black clothes came over: "What's wrong? Do you need anything, everyone?"

"The new guy needs a translator headset," Fingel shouted.

The young man didn't say anything, he just made an OK gesture.Not long after, he walked over from behind the stage, holding a white earphone in his hand.

"Try it." He handed the headphones to Chen Pingsheng and taught him how to use them with gestures.

Chen Pingsheng took it and put it into his ears and pressed the switch.

"Chen, can you understand now?" Fingel asked.

The translation of this sentence immediately sounded in the earphones, which made Chen Pingsheng feel strange. Although it was half a beat slower than normal speech, it was enough for use.

So he nodded: "I can hear you clearly, thank you, Fingel."

"You're welcome, Chen, tell me what awards you won." After asking this question, several photographers stopped chatting and looked at Chen Pingsheng.

They were also curious about what award the young Chinese in front of them had been selected for.

After waiting for a few seconds, Chen Pingsheng heard Fingel's question clearly through his earphones and replied: "Nomination for Best Picture Series of the Year."

Although he submitted for selection for multiple awards, the invitation only stated that he had been selected for the best album of the year.It seems that this year's fight will be fierce.

But just after he finished answering, the expressions of several foreign photographers were obviously stunned.

"Best series of the year? Are you right? Chen?" Fingel asked again.

"Yes, that's right, what's wrong?" Chen Pingsheng heard clearly this time, so he answered quickly.

"God, I can't believe it." Fingel covered his head as if holding a basketball.

Others also shook their heads, saying that it was difficult to get over the shock for a while.

"How old are you?" asked the black photographer with dreadlocks.

"I am 23 this year." Chen Pingsheng said his age, and then the photographers were even more shocked.

Two of them couldn't help but curse.

"So what is the name of your work? I must see it!" Fingel came back to his senses, took out his mobile phone, and wanted to search it on the spot.

Chen Pingsheng shrugged and apologized: "My work has not been published yet, and the submission is an electronic album."

After these words were spoken, the entire audience was silent for a moment.

"Are you kidding me?" Finger shouted, his expression twisted in surprise.

"Who are you kidding, Fingel?" At this time, a somewhat old but relaxed voice appeared next to everyone.

Fingel turned his head and saw that it was Ryan, the social master of the photography world.

"Ryan, can you believe it? This Chen actually made it to the shortlist for the annual photo album with his electronic photo album!" Because the categories that each judge is responsible for selecting are confidential, Fingel and the others don't know Ryan's details. What a judge.

At this time, he was shaking his head as he spoke, feeling that his understanding of the photography world was collapsing.

He had never heard of anything more outrageous.

A 23-year-old young man actually defeated many veteran photographers with his electronic photo album and became a finalist for the most important award?
What an international joke!
"Electronic photo album, Chen?" When Rui En heard this, everyone thought he would be in disbelief.Unexpectedly, his expression was stunned, and he immediately looked at Chen Pingsheng and said excitedly: "Crow, are you the author of Crow? Chen?"

"Yes, I'm Chen." Chen Pingsheng didn't think it was anything special. He just felt that the foreigner's emotions were very excited and exposed, and his voice was loud and noisy.

After hearing his admission, Ryan walked over quickly, held his hand, and said solemnly: "Thank you, Chen. This is the best work I have seen in recent years."

When the surrounding photographers heard this, their expressions suddenly became more exciting.

(End of this chapter)