Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 198 Sales of Photo Albums and Special Requirements of Writers (Complete Chapter)
South China, which has entered the threshold of April, is starting to gradually heat up.

Without the sudden strong wind and fine snowflakes, pedestrians walking on the road are already wearing long-sleeved and thin pants.

Chen Pingsheng stood in the express delivery station, watching the large-format camera being packed into a box, then took the express delivery note and stepped up the steps and returned home.

"Snapped."

He collapsed on the sofa, feeling like he was in another world.

One day I was driving along the windy Yellow River, and the next day I was back in the warm embrace of the city.

Although it's only been a month, a thought still arises when I think back to what happened before.

"Was that really the time I lived through?"

Most human beings are like this. Their minds can only focus on the present. Once anything passes, memories are like food wrapped in plastic wrap, which begins to rot slowly and unnoticed.

It will not be until the age of decline that I will tear it open and want to relive the old dream.

But the old dream may not be a real old dream, it may just be a fragment that has been beautified or worsened.

But no matter what, old people need these memories as support. They are like nails, nailing their life trajectory on the map of time.

Only through these nodes can we know what we have done in this life and what we have missed.

But at least now Chen Pingsheng does not need to live like an old man. He just sighs at the development of everything in the world and the wonder of his own experience.

"Why is it still two o'clock?"

Chen Pingsheng, who was nestled on the sofa, suddenly let out a lament.

That's right, he submitted the system's shooting task for March before leaving the source of the Yellow River.

It's a pity that the attribute points still haven't reached the second full value, which makes Chen Pingsheng feel a little depressed when he thinks about it.

"This month's task has been submitted and is being evaluated..."

"Evaluation completed, this month's rating: S, 15 lucky draw opportunities."

"Do you want to draw the lottery now?"

In order not to delay the system's tasks, Chen Pingsheng deliberately color-corrected the photos every night after the shooting.

The number of tasks that I finally managed to get together.

The results were disappointing.

"Congratulations on winning the following white prizes: Photography inspiration*4, Photography vision*2, Strengthening coupon*4, Master experience fragment*5"

"Congratulations on winning the following blue prizes: Mission Refresh Voucher*1, Japanese Learning Voucher*2"

It took 15 draws to get these things.

The most important thing is that there is basically nothing that can bring you great benefits.

He has already saved 10 health coupons, and he can use them without restraint.

There are 9 master experience fragments, which is still one short of 10 synthesis fragments.

He also saved a lot of study vouchers, and Chen Pingsheng suspected that the system just wanted him to study hard.

I have never worked so hard for the college entrance examination!
After adding attribute points, his panel has become like this.

"Name: Chen Pingsheng"

"Photography Technology: MAX"

"Photography inspiration: 42"

"Photography field of view: 48"

The other two attributes are almost full. Chen Pingsheng estimates that in three months, his attributes will be full. What changes will happen to the system by then?

Now the time for collecting works for Gesai is getting closer and closer, and I don’t know when my new work will be published.

Thinking of this, Chen Pingsheng called Gai Tuowen.

"Pingsheng, have you finished filming your new work?" Gaituowen knew Chen Pingsheng's schedule in March, so he immediately realized this after receiving the call.

"The shooting is over, and we have entered post-production and color grading." Chen Pingsheng replied, then went to the kitchen, took out a small bag of corn kernels, and poured it on the plate.

"So fast." Gai Tuowen sighed. The young man's creation speed was too fast. The decisive moment was still being printed. Another work was about to be completed.

The inspiration is endless!
"Is it quick? I think it's quite a long time." Chen Pingsheng opened the window, looked at the magpies standing on the branches outside, and placed the bowl in his hand on the railing outside the balcony.

"By the way, "The Crow" has sold 15 copies in my life. The specific payment will not be sent to you until the end of this month."

"Sold so many?" Chen Pingsheng said in surprise. He didn't expect that "Crow" could have such a record.

"When I first learned about this number, I was shocked." Gai Tuowen said cheerfully: "It's all thanks to those old guys, 10 copies were sold in the first month."

"You guys are amazing!" Chen Pingsheng sighed sincerely, and then he saw the magpie jumping over, stretching out its head to pick up a kernel of corn and swallow it.

"In addition, "The Decisive Moment" is expected to receive the edition number in May and will be officially released in June." Gai Tuowen said: "This time we plan to print 5 copies."

"Well, the quantity is about the same." Chen Pingsheng nodded. The sales of crow were so fast that the market was out of stock for several days, which made the second-hand dealer make a lot of money.

Now that lessons have been learned, it is natural to make sufficient preparations. At least as far as Huaxia Literature Publishing House is concerned, they are no longer worried about Chen Pingsheng's photo album not being sold.

Thirty thousand is just a hoarding amount. After the official sale, there will definitely be a steady stream of printing.

After finalizing some details with Gai Tuwen, Chen Pingsheng called the editor-in-chief of Changjiang Publishing House.

His "Perspective Museum" has been on sale for half a month.

It was just that he was on the way to shoot at the time, so Chen Pingsheng didn't have time to care about this matter.

The person in charge of his photo album at Changjiang Publishing House is Su Ruo, editor Su.

He is a rather feminine-looking man with long hair.

"Hello, Editor Su?"

"Teacher Chen, have you finished filming?"

"The filming is over. I'm back. I just want to continue what I didn't finish talking about last time." The magpie in front of Chen Pingsheng had already eaten one-third of the corn, very quickly, as if it had been hungry for a long time.

"It just so happens that the sales volume of "The Museum of Perspective" has also been announced." Editor Su heard the sound of turning pages, and then continued: "Currently, the sales volume of the album is 210 copies."

"Sixty thousand." Chen Pingsheng thought for a while and felt that this sales volume was a bit unexpected.

"The Museum of Perspective" is not as well-known or watchable as "The Crow".

Although in terms of art, the two cannot actually compete.But when ordinary people buy, they still pay more attention to the viewability of the album.

If "The Crow" is compared to a suspense novel, both its photography style and image tone are full of fog, making people unable to help but explore.

"The Museum of Perspective" belongs to documentary literature. Its simple style and the core that remain unchanged from beginning to end make it possible to see the author's intention at a glance.

Therefore, it is Chen Pingsheng's name that plays a role in achieving such high sales.

Also includes "The Crow"'s Pearl in the front.

In fact, some people on the Internet are already discussing whether "The Crow" or "Transparent Museum" is better, and a few people even think that Chen Pingsheng's level has dropped a lot.

From this, we came to the conclusion that Chen Pingsheng was at his peak when he debuted, and from now on he can only rely on resting on his laurels.

Chen Pingsheng doesn't care about such remarks. When the awards are given this year, he will naturally let everyone know what is the peak.

After chatting with Editor Su, the magpie was almost done eating.

Chen Pingsheng washed the dishes, then returned to the sofa and turned on the computer.

There are still many emails waiting to be read in his mailbox. Unlike domestic communication, foreigners prefer to send emails.

Both the exhibition data and publication data of "Crow" were sent to Chen Pingsheng via email.

There is not much to say about the exhibition. As the photo albums are sold, the people who visit the exhibition become more and more homogeneous. They are all photographers, critics, and people who are interested in art in life.

And Abner's sales data are worth a look.

So far, "The Crow" has successfully sold 26 copies, of which Neon Country has the largest number.

One hundred thousand copies were sold there.

Therefore, Chen Pingsheng's promotional coupons were indeed used wisely.

When everything was over and the day outside the window had turned into night, Chen Pingsheng stretched himself and decided to go to the gym to train for a while.

"call!"

"call!"

No matter the time, there is always enthusiasm in the gym.

Muscular men wear sleeveless clothes and show off their strong bodies, which is very visually impactful.

The women are also wearing tight-fitting yoga clothes, which outline their body curves like undulating mountains.

But no one here will pay attention to this, because everyone is immersed in their own exercise.

Chen Pingsheng planned to challenge his limit today. He first stretched his shoulders and then adjusted the weight of the counterweight to 70kg.

Then he sat up straight with his upper body, stretched out his hand, and slowly grasped the handle above.

"Humph!"

The counterweight was slowly pulled up, and Chen Pingsheng's deep voice came from his nasal cavity. His shoulders continued to exert force, forming a large number of muscle textures under the skin.

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

After doing 12 times, Chen Pingsheng loosened the grip and exhaled.

He plans to practice boxing later to avoid being kidnapped again in the future.

What would he do if he didn't have a weapon in his hand?
Chen Pingsheng had already begun to worry.

This is also what the journey brought him to think about. He will not always shoot in a safe environment. Once he goes abroad one day, he encounters some gangsters.

At least he had to ensure that he would not be easily defeated without weapons.

"But this kind of situation should be difficult to encounter." Chen Pingsheng has no plans to go abroad yet, so it is just a fantasy for the time being.
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After coming out of the gym, Chen Pingsheng found a noodle shop and ate a few noodles.

While I was drinking noodle soup, I suddenly saw the mirror opposite me. I could see from the reflection that my hair on my temples had grown and it was time to cut it short.

"Tsk, my skin has turned a lot darker."

The long exposure to sunlight has made his skin no longer what it used to be, and he doesn't know when it will be white again.Just as he was looking around at him, he suddenly received a call from Feilin.
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Feilin's call was to ask Chen Pingsheng to help shoot a feature for the new issue of the magazine.

That is the special interview in May.

After Chen Pingsheng inquired about the details, he learned that the interviewee was a litterateur.

"A great writer?" Professor Li drank tea and sat on the sofa in the center of the living room and asked, "Is it Yu Wenhua?"

"Teacher, how do you know?" Chen Pingsheng was a little surprised.

Professor Li smiled: "I once chatted with him and found him very talkative and willing to be interviewed."

"Yes, the main reason is that there are not many writers in China who can be called great writers. Only Teacher Yuwen is willing to be interviewed." Chen Pingsheng said, this is what Sister Feilin told him.

"Yeah, but he does have a lot of interesting ideas. If you interview him, you can see it."

"Really?" Chen Pingsheng nodded, wondering what the great writer's hobbies were.

Yu Wenhua is called a great writer because his work "Life is Like Water" won international literary awards, and his novel "Death" was also highly praised and has been one of the best-selling novels in the past 30 years. It has been put on the big screen countless times.

Basically, all Chinese people know such a literary figure.

And with the development of short videos, the classic quotations he once gave in lectures in major schools have become widely circulated.

For example, when someone asked him how he got into writing, this is his answer.

"I just don't like getting up early, I just like to sleep in, and I don't like being a doctor. So I went to work in the most leisurely cultural center in the county. Everyone else walks outside every day. I don't like going out, so I might as well write novels. .”

And when someone asked him what he thought of works from different countries, he said this.

"It's all the same. There's no difference. It's just that he uses English and I use Chinese."

Moreover, this literary master did not shy away from swearing at all. When he was in a mood, he would blurt out and criticize classics very naturally.

Everyone thinks that he is a true-hearted man and a master of anti-hypocrisy.

Chen Pingsheng was naturally also very interested in this master, so after learning the news, he left for Suzhou two days later without much delay.

Mr. Yu Wenhua lives there.

When he arrived at the place, the first thing he did was naturally meet with Yu Xiang.

This time it was brother Zeng Tong who came here, still looking fierce. But after the first contact, Chen Pingsheng knew that it was just his appearance.

After the three met, they first visited Shantang Ancient Town not far from the hotel.

This is a very famous commercial street in Suzhou, with white walls and black tiles, antique style, and a small river flowing through it.

Boatmen rowed on the river, taking tourists to enjoy the scenery as it was a hundred years ago.

The three of them, Chen Pingsheng, were drinking tea and sitting by the river, chatting about the filming of the new issue.

"Didn't Teacher Yuwen meet us at home?" Chen Pingsheng was a little strange. The shooting was usually done at home. How could he determine that the location was in a commercial building?

Yu Xiang shook his head and put down the phone and said, "I don't know, maybe Teacher Yuwen rented a house in the building?"

"But look at this address, it's clearly written on it. The mysterious visitor escaped from the room." Chen Pingsheng pointed to the information he had found.

"Escape from the secret room? No way?" Yu Xiang wondered: "How about I ask Teacher Yuwen again?"

"Ask." Zeng Tong ate a piece of pastry and took a sip of tea.

Chen Pingsheng looked at the few snacks left on the table. It seemed that Zeng Tong had been eating since the beginning and never stopped.

He is indeed a big eater!
He still remembers the feat of finishing half the pot of casserole porridge with him alone.

Soon, Yu Xiang received a message from Teacher Yuwen.

"Look, I said it was right." He glanced at the message to the two of them, and sure enough, Teacher Yuwen was waiting for them in the escape room.

"Maybe it's a store opened by Teacher Yuwen himself?" Chen Pingsheng felt that this was the only explanation.

However, Zeng Tong gave another guess: "Maybe he wants to play."

"No way!" Yu Xiang looked in disbelief and grabbed the last piece of snack to eat.

"Teacher Yuwen, are you serious?" When they met the next day, Yu Xiang still looked at the domestically renowned writer in disbelief.

"That's right, I've wanted to come and play for a long time, but I haven't been able to get enough people together. Old guys like Zhang Yan are not interested either, so as soon as you mentioned the interview, I agreed immediately. There were exactly four people. "

Yu Wenhua has a slightly slender face, black hair that must have been dyed, and small eyes, but he is always very energetic.

He was wearing a gray jacket, black trousers, and a pair of senior fashion brand, Foot Lijian.

And his tone of voice was full of excitement, as if he was very much looking forward to the next escape room trip.

Chen Pingsheng scratched his head, looked at the stylishly decorated and gleaming lobby, and then looked at the magical combination of his four people, and couldn't help but laugh.

"If Teacher Yuwen wants to play, then we will accompany you." He agreed to Yu Wenhua's request.

"That's right! I'll accompany you for the interview, and you'll accompany me in the secret room. It's just right." Yu Wenhua spoke and immediately called the service staff: "We are all here, dead book, let's make arrangements."

"Okay, guest, wait a minute." The service staff immediately went to contact the venue.

"Teacher Yuwen, why do you want to play in the secret room?" Zeng Tong asked this question that everyone has.

"I'm writing a book recently. There's a plot that I want to write that's a bit scary." Yu Wenhua stretched out his hand and gestured: "Oh, I've watched a lot of horror movies, but I think they're not good enough and not realistic enough. I heard that the secret room is very scary. If it’s scary, I’ll search the scariest secret room in the city, just for his death book.”

Hearing the scariest words in the city, Yu Xiang's face turned pale.

He whispered to Chen Pingsheng: "Are you afraid?"

Chen Pingsheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You're not afraid, what's wrong?"

This is really not a boast. He has not been afraid of haunted houses since he was a child, and he has not been afraid of secret rooms when he grows up, because it has always been ingrained in his heart that these are all fake.

So naturally he can't be afraid of fake ghosts.

In contrast, what he was more afraid of was blood and sudden shock.

When Yu Xiang heard this, he said flatteringly: "Then I will follow you in a moment, okay?"

"Are you afraid?" Chen Pingsheng asked.

Yu Xiang nodded without hesitation: "Afraid."

"Young man, are you afraid?" Yu Wenhua suddenly intervened and reassured Yu Heng: "It's okay, just follow me when the time comes."

"What about you?" After he finished speaking, he turned to ask Chen Pingsheng.

"I do not mind."

"That's good." Yu Wenhua nodded, then looked at Zeng Tong, didn't say anything, just smacked his mouth, and then said: "Your face should consider whether the clerk is afraid or not."

Chen Pingsheng and Yu Xiang looked at Zeng Tong and nodded at the same time: "I think so too."

Not long after, the waitress came over and said, "The venue has been cleared, we can start now."

"Okay." Yu Wenhua stood up first and followed the waitress outside.

Several people followed the waitress to a separate room, where there was a conference table with a large TV hanging above it.

The waitress arranged for several people to sit separately and then left.

Before leaving, Yu Xiang pulled her and asked quietly: "Is this secret room scary?"

The waitress nodded: "Horrible."

"How scary is it?" Yu Xiang couldn't help but shake his legs to relieve his nervousness.

"Um, high fear." The waitress explained: "This is the scariest one in our store, the others are mild or moderate."

"Ah!" Yu Xiang opened his mouth wide. He never expected that it was just a normal shooting and he would be dragged into the most terrifying escape room to play!

Chen Pingsheng, who was sitting next to him, saw this and asked, "Are there any props that can reduce the level of terror?"

He has played this before and knows that generally scary themes will have some paid props to reduce the level of terror for single players.

"Yes, when DM comes, he will tell you." The waitress left after saying that.

After waiting for another minute, DM arrived late.

The DM was a yellow-haired man wearing cool short-sleeved shirts. He stood in front of the table, read them the normal procedures and precautions, and asked who had not played the secret room before.

Yu Wenhua naturally stretched out his hand.

"Okay, our player has never played before, so let me tell you what newbies should pay attention to."

Chen Pingsheng waited until he finished telling Yu Wenhua and started to introduce the story before asking the question: "DM, is there anything that can reduce the horror?"

DM took out a small card from the prop box: "This is the Celestial Master Talisman. Keep it with you to avoid being captured by the evil ghosts. It costs ten yuan each, and you can only buy two. Do you need it?"

Yu Xiang immediately stretched out his hand with a firm expression: "I want it!"

Those who don’t know better would think that the effect of this talisman is to make the evil spirits capture them.

Except for him, no one else bought it. Even Yu Wenhua looked forward to it, as if he wanted to know what it would feel like to be captured by a ghost.

Huang Mao muttered in his heart. He had been the DM for so many years and had seen all kinds of scenes.

But the combination of these participants today is a bit strange.

An elderly man, a middle-aged man who looks like a criminal suspect, a handsome guy and an ordinary person.

It is quite rare for four men to participate in a secret room.

After all, people who usually play this stuff either do it to frighten girls and warm up their feelings, or they are curious about novel things and pursue excitement.

Or it’s company team building.

But looking at the few people in front of me, it seems that none of them are involved.

Only the old man felt the most curious.

But Huang Mao didn't pay too much attention to it. No matter how calm he looked, he would definitely cry when he entered.

Even a grown man can't resist the horror of this secret room!
So Huang Mao had already begun to imagine the expressions of these people after they came out.

"So when do we start?"

Zeng Tong suddenly asked.

Huang Mao coughed twice, discarded his distracting thoughts, and said, "Let me tell you the background of the story. Three years ago, many strange murders occurred in a company..."

(End of this chapter)