Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 50 The Worst Photo in the Exhibition
That afternoon, after communicating with the person in charge of the club, a man with short hair and acne on his face.

Lin Zishan took Chen Pingsheng to the exhibition venue.

This is the art gallery within the school. The name of the school is outlined in metal on the bright red wall, and is dotted with auspicious clouds. It looks like a shadow of old-school architectural style.

Entering the venue, the interior has been arranged into a classic circular corridor, and the students' photography works are hung on the walls one by one.The photos that can be included in the exhibition have either won city or provincial awards, or have been highly praised in the "photography circle".

Of course, it may not be ruled out that the top management of the society may bring in private goods and put their own works that have not received attention.

Chen Pingsheng walked around and took a look, only two or three photos were taken that were very innovative.

One of them is a landscape shot, which is a mountain top illuminated by golden sunlight. It does not choose to add some other elements to the blank space in the sky like the freehand landscape photography.He didn't even leave a signature for himself.

It just shows a mountain, a lonely, even ugly-looking mountain.

But because the picture is large enough, it gives people a very comfortable look.

From a closer distance, Chen Pingsheng could still see the vegetation on the top of the mountain, the traces of rain erosion and the manually discarded garbage.

It is such a mountain that is not beautiful at all, but it has become Chen Pingsheng's highest-rated work.

Because he saw the photographer's attitude.

Seeing that he kept looking at this work, Lin Zishan couldn't help but ask, "What do you think of this one?"

Chen Pingsheng did not turn around and asked: "Who took this photo?"

"It's a junior student named Huang Liao." Lin Zishan stood side by side with him: "This work was not selected at the beginning, but was selected by the website later."

"You can see it." Chen Pingsheng glanced at the other works.

"You want to say that other works are too mediocre, right?" Lin Zishan clicked his tongue twice, speaking his mind.

"How do you know?" Chen Pingsheng looked at her in confusion.

"When I saw this work, I was reminded of your portrait of the kiln village." Lin Zishan said, holding her chin in her hand: "I think her photography was very restrained and had a direct power. She did not just show beauty, but also It’s more realistic.”

"It's just that other people don't see it that way. They think they should take more pictures of birds and add them to the mountain peaks." Lin Zishan shook his head, saying that he had no decision-making power.

"Their definition of scenery still rests on beauty, which is their loss." Chen Pingsheng concluded.

"Let's go, there's nothing worth seeing in other works."

The two people left the exhibition hall and went straight to the auditorium where the symposium was about to begin.

The other hired photographers were already sitting in the reception room of the auditorium, communicating with a middle-aged man who looked a little older.

He is the heavyweight guest Fu Changsheng, one of the vice presidents of the Yuqing Photography Association.

After Lin Zishan brought him over, he went to help manage the venue. Chen Pingsheng saw that several people were chatting happily, so he didn't come forward to disturb them.

Just like that, he sat alone in the corner, scrolling through the "Shadow Circle", waiting for the symposium to begin.

"Tick tock."

The old wall clock on the wall was getting closer to the start time of the symposium.

"Next, I would like to invite Mr. Fu Changsheng, the vice president of our Yuqing Photography Association, to take the stage."

"Welcome President Fu!" As the curtain of the auditorium opened, the host introduced the invited photographers and school tutors to the students one by one.

Fu Changsheng was not allowed to appear until the end. The palms of the students were already swollen, but under the leadership of the cadres, they still applauded energetically.

Chen Pingsheng sat on the stage and wanted to laugh a little when he heard this title.

It seems that in this life, this senior can only be the vice president.

Fu Changsheng came to the stage waving his hands like a star. He was wearing a brown shirt, black pants and black shoes.Her hair was polished and shiny, making it even more dazzling under the spotlights on the stage.

"Hello, classmates." He briefly introduced himself and then sat in the center seat of the stage.

Next, it's his time to perform.

For an hour, a full hour, the rich president kept talking about the history of photography in Chongqing, about his past glory, and his advice to today's young people.Chen Pingsheng felt sleepy after hearing this.

He began to regret not bringing headphones. He looked at the guy next to him, who had long hair and was nodding his head. He seemed very serious.

But in fact, the sound of rock music has reached Chen Pingsheng's ears through his headphones and hair.

It seems that he should also have long hair. Although Chen Pingsheng's hair is not short, it does not cover his ears.

Now listening to President Fu reciting sutras, I really feel envious of the buddy next to me.

Chen Pingsheng raised his eyes and looked at the invited leaders in the audience. They listened attentively and nodded frequently.Sure enough, people who have been trained are different.

The students have collectively fallen silent, and it is not uncommon for some to even fall asleep.

It’s just that the snoring hasn’t reached the stage yet.

Perhaps the host couldn't stand it anymore, so he took advantage of Fu Changsheng's break to drink water, rushed to the stage, and directly pushed forward the process.

"Thank you, President Fu, for your narration. Next, we will enter the question-and-answer session. Students, if you have any questions, you can raise your hands to ask."

As soon as this sentence came out, the students immediately became interested and raised their hands enthusiastically.

"President Fu, what qualities do you think a photographer should have?"

"President Fu, which one do you think is more important, making money or personal style?"

"President Fu, what are the requirements for joining the Yuqing Photography Association?"

But the questions they asked were ordinary, even boring.

It wasn't until the fourth person who asked the question that he finally dropped a bomb into this dull auditorium.

"President Fu, you should have seen our exhibition. I would like to ask which work you think is the best and which one is the worst."

This is a girl with a ponytail, an arrogant expression on her face, a sonorous voice, and she seems extremely confident.

Chen Pingsheng was curious about this girl's identity when the long-haired guy next to him said, "Hey, are you starting to cause trouble?"

So Chen Pingsheng came closer and asked, "How do you know?"

The long-haired guy flipped up his hair and smiled: "When President Fu was reviewing his works in the exhibition hall today, this girl was accompanying him. They were talking and laughing. It seems that President Fu's family knows each other."

He looked at President Fu who was speaking and said: "We looked around and there was a landscape photo. I thought it was okay, but President Fu rated it as the worst. This girl was very happy at the time and smiled happily. He is grinning from ear to ear. I think this girl may have had some trouble with the person who took the photo. I didn’t expect that all the questions came to the auditorium. This is just to slap someone in the face! What a grudge!”

"I don't think President Fu will tell the truth." Chen Pingsheng whispered.

"probably not."

But while the two were chatting, after Chairman Fu finished praising his best work, the conversation suddenly changed.

"This classmate just asked me about the worst work in the exhibition. Originally, I didn't want to talk about it. But photographers have to be honest about their own work. If they can't accept criticism, how can they make progress, right? "

"Yes!" The students below saw the excitement and expressed their agreement one after another without taking it too seriously.

President Fu received a response, and his voice became stronger: "So I pointed out one picture today. I am not saying that it is the worst, I just said that this picture is an example. I hope that the person who photographed it and the classmates present We can gain something and produce better works next time.”

Upon hearing that he really planned to comment on the worst work, Chen Pingsheng immediately raised his eyebrows.

At the same time, the cadres of the Chinese Film Club in the audience were also worried. They were afraid that their own photo would be rated the worst.

Then they won't be able to see anyone, so they might as well quit the club.

The person in charge, whose face was full of acne, was also a little angry. If Fu Changsheng pointed out the photo, he could imagine that a large number of students would come to watch and laugh at it.Photographers are also harassed and even insulted.

The club's photo selection will definitely be considered shady. Even if it is obtained through voting on the website, it will be said to be vote manipulation.

Why did such a harmful thing happen so suddenly?
President Fu is here to cause trouble!

Just when everyone was having their own thoughts, Fu Changsheng stood up with a microphone and said: "I won't go into the specific details of the photo. I will only give a general idea. It captured a mountain peak, and a beam of sunlight shrouded it. .”

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