Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 18 Photos that Change Destiny

At one o'clock on Saturday afternoon, two middle-aged men in white shirts were chatting at the entrance of the art museum.

"Zeqiang, do you think it will work this time?" asked a man with short hair and a round face.

Zhuang Zeqiang did not speak immediately, but looked back at the art museum behind him.

He looks young in appearance, only about 40 years old, but his hair is half white and half black, making him look particularly mature.

After reading it, he pursed his lips and said, "Wen Yi, we just have to do our best and obey fate."

"Yes, but now that the development has been so fast in the past few years and the construction is getting better and better, it's time to look back." The round-faced man named Fan Wenyi sighed, and then squatted on the ground.

"Why haven't they arrived yet?" Fan Wenyi looked at his watch and found that 10 minutes had passed since the arranged time.

Zhuang Zeqiang didn't reply. He was focused on those photos and there was really no elegance in chatting.

Suddenly, the sound of vehicles driving was heard in the distance.

Fan Wenyi stood up in a hurry. Due to the excessive heat and lack of water, his stocky body was shaking, and he relied on Zhuang Ze to hold him steady.

"Here we come." Zhuang Ze wiped his sweat and straightened his clothes.

Soon, the bus came to a stop nearby.

"Please come this way." The first person to get out of the car was the receptionist from the city.

Then several middle-aged men and women in white shirts also got out of the car. They were leaders from the province.

Finally, there followed a few well-dressed men and women in suits and ties, who were well-known entrepreneurs in the city.

Zhuang Zeqiang immediately stepped forward and greeted the provincial leaders one after another.

"Xiaozhuang, you are the most familiar with this place. Come and lead the way." The city leader spoke.

Zhuang Zeqiang nodded and said in a calm tone: "Leaders, please come in, this is the largest art museum in our city..." He introduced the predecessor and general situation of the art museum without any lag.

A middle-aged female leader asked a few questions from time to time, and even involved some grassroots issues, but Zhuang Zeqiang dealt with it easily and talked eloquently.Everyone nodded secretly, knowing that he did not just do his homework, but was someone who truly understood the position and performed it thoroughly.

When he came to the photography exhibition, Zhuang Zeqiang turned into a commentator, and Fan Wen checked for gaps and occasionally said a word or two.

The leaders nodded frequently because the photos of urban development they were watching were arranged one by one on the wall and framed in white frames. They could easily see the development history and current status of each area in the city, and they could see the economic development in recent years. The construction has made outstanding progress and is very representative.

As the corridors of the exhibition gradually deepened, they had moved from the "past" to the "present", and then several distinctive photos appeared on the wall.

"Xiaozhuang, what is this?" A male leader was a little surprised. The village in the photo was dilapidated, full of weeds, and even a cow died on the roadside, which made everyone frown.

Zhuang Zeqiang did not panic at all and replied slowly: "Leader, the purpose of this photography exhibition is to show urban development and reflection on the present, so the curator feels that we should not only look at the beautiful things, but also have the courage to face those that are backward. area."

He didn't say the last sentence, but it was actually his own request to the curator.

In fact, only he knew the whole story best.This photography exhibition was organized under his leadership, and the kiln village was just one of them, not even the focus.His real idea is to show the conditions of all poor counties and villages.Therefore, he borrowed the name of a photography exhibition and asked the photography departments of major universities to take photos for him to put together this exhibition.

Except for the city series in the front, the second half of the exhibition hall displays all photos of poverty.

After all, if you just put a few photos, it would be too superficial and would not attract the attention of the city and province.Although the country is vigorously developing its economy, Zhuang Zeqiang always believes that those few and backward areas cannot be left behind.

He is not doing it for fame, fortune, or power, but for his former self, the teacher who went to the countryside, to have a dream.

Thinking of this, he slowly said: "This place, called Li Village, is a famous poor village in the local county. This is the only cow in their village, but it didn't survive the summer."

"Yes." The leaders nodded without saying anything, and the atmosphere began to become heavy.

"This is Xiashui Village. The food this year is only enough to make ends meet."

Zhuang Zeqiang took them through each photo and introduced them one by one, with some emotion in his tone.

And everyone fell into silence collectively, and there was no smile on their faces, because those photos were full of poverty, hardship, and hardship, as if the greatest misfortune in the world was being staged one after another in different villages.It makes people feel depressed.

Along the way, there was only Zhuang Zeqiang's own voice, and there was no response.

Even because many of the photos were too similar and heavy, several entrepreneurs standing far away simply lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones.

Zhuang Zeqiang, who was watching the leader's reaction while explaining, suddenly felt a thump in his heart, and anxiety filled his heart. He didn't expect that something went wrong in his arrangement!

Although these photos reflect the real situation, being blindly depressing and heavy will only make it difficult for people to speak. After all, no one is willing to bear this responsibility.Especially in this situation, if it is done well, it may not be beneficial, and if it is done badly, there will definitely be criticism.

Even those entrepreneurs who are best at performance have lost their voices. Who doesn't know that poverty can save you for a while, but not for a lifetime.Neither is willing to waste limited funds on unlimited poverty relief.

Too much is not enough, four words appeared in Zhuang Zeqiang's mind. This was a situation that he had not considered.

After looking around, before reaching the end, one of the leaders suddenly said: "We still have a long way to go to shoulder the burden of the city, and we cannot relax."

"Yes, you are right." The city leader broke into a cold sweat, secretly complaining in his heart about how Zhuang Zeqiang allowed such photos to be developed.

"When will the next meeting start?" Another female leader urged.

A group of people discussed the afternoon meeting, and Zhuang Zeqiang suddenly felt despair.He and Fan Wen looked at each other, and the ugly expressions on their faces were exactly the same.

He was unwilling to give in, but he could only go to the final passage under the urging of the city leaders, which was also the photo location of Yao Village.

The first few photos of Yao Village are no different from the other photos. The only difference may be that they are not so heavy and the sense of guilt is not so strong.

Several leaders scanned it with their eyes, not intending to stop, but when they saw the last five huge photos with their peripheral vision, they suddenly felt inexplicably touched.

"These photos are interesting." At this time, an entrepreneur suddenly said something, and everyone turned to look.

Sure enough, these photos are completely different from other photos. In the huge frame, there are no tragic situations, no crying expressions, and no uncomfortable elements. There are only a few people standing in front of the camera, talking calmly at equal heights. Look at them.

(End of this chapter)