Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 74 Who took these photos?

The Cloud Restaurant in the capital is a place where ladies from all walks of life often gather.It is located at the highest altitude in the capital, with an ultimate bird's-eye view.At the same time, it is luxuriously decorated and is a members-only restaurant, which is relatively more private.

Drink coffee here, exchange information about the latest luxury goods market, look at the newly bought bags and jewelry, and chat about family affairs. This is what ladies do most every day.

At this time, several women in low-key clothing were taking a nap on the sofa.

On the luggage rack brought over by the restaurant waiter next to them, there were various white, orange and black packaging bags and shopping bags with brands such as Chanel and Hermès on them.

"Linda, have you found a teacher for your child recently?" One of the oldest women, wearing a black headdress, put down her cup and asked.

"We've found the teacher. He graduated from Harvard and has lived in China for a few years. He is fluent in Chinese and English. It just gives him more practice in speaking." Linda, who was wearing a white dress, answered with a smile.

"It's great that your child still knows how to study, but mine only likes riding horses. The equestrian instructor said that he should just become a professional in the future." Another woman with short hair complained.

"Isn't that great? Learn horsemanship well, and when you go to England, I might even bring back a royal princess for you." Linda joked.

Several women laughed immediately.

While they were joking, some women picked up their mobile phones and some picked up magazines.Coincidentally, the first book placed next to it was Style.

"Fengcai doesn't feel that the content is very attractive recently, Qin Yi? She is still in the third-line crew, right?" Linda opened the magazine as she spoke, and the first page that caught her eye was a whole photo.

Qin Yi stood on the Great Wall in a white skirt with a graceful figure.The skirt was blown by the wind, outlining the curves of her figure.

She looked at the camera, her hair bent from the corners of her eyes, and her eyes seemed to want to say something, but she hesitated.

Linda felt only one word for the first time, beauty.

She suddenly thought of the time when she was a child, under the eaves of the wall that could not be covered by the rain, she and her brother secretly crossed their feet and watched the TV next door through the glass. It was Qin Yi who appeared on the TV wearing white clothes.Holding a sword, he shuttled through the bamboo sea and fought with people.

She didn't know what kind of movie it was. In fact, she didn't understand what a movie was at that time.

She just felt beautiful, extremely beautiful.

She also wants to wear a pure white dress in the future and marry the prince of her dreams.

Thinking about it now, it seems that my dream has come true. Although the person I married was changed to the prince's father, I finally settled down.

Linda continued to turn back, and several pages in a row were filled with photos of Qin Yi.

She couldn't help but recommend: "You guys, take a look at this issue of Fengcai magazine. I think the photographer is very good at taking pictures. Qin Yi felt like she did 20 years ago when he photographed her."

"Really? I liked Qin Yi very much when I was a child. I watched her movies many times." When the woman with the mole on her eyebrow heard this, she also took a copy and flipped through it.

What she saw was a photo of Qin Yi sitting on the city wall. The angle of the photo was from top to bottom. Behind Qin Yi was an endless cliff. It looked like the person was about to fall.But she was smiling, and her bright eyes were as pure as they were 20 years ago.

That unique appeal makes people laugh.

So the woman with the mole on her eyebrow also recommended: "It's really good. I have never seen this shooting style. Which master took it?"

After hearing such high praise, others finally became curious, but when they wanted to get another Fengcai magazine, they found that it was gone on the shelf.

The older woman stretched out her hand, and the waiter immediately came forward and asked, "Hello, madam, do you need anything?"

"Bring us some style magazines."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter bowed slightly. Two minutes later, he came back with an apology on his face: "Sorry, Fengcai only found three books for you. The others are being read by customers. "

"Really?" The older woman was a little stunned. When did a paper magazine become so popular?

After she waited for the waiter to bring the magazine, she also opened a page.Page one, page two, page three.

When she saw the last picture of Qin Yi surrounded by flowers, some memories happened to come to her mind.

It seemed that she had obtained her own shining ring in such a sea of ​​flowers.

Although this person has passed away, the aftertaste is long-lasting, and she often sees the sea of ​​flowers again when she dreams back at midnight.Just like Qin Yi's expression at this time, she was confused, at a loss, and somewhat indescribable.

Even the posture was the same as in her dream, holding one arm, like an injured person.

The woman let out a long sigh, and the corners of her eyes were actually a little wet.

She blinked a few times to hold back the tears, and then rubbed them with her hands, pretending that her eyes were tired.

After she put down the magazine, she found that several people were discussing this group of photos.

"The photos are really good. I have asked photographers to take photos before, but they didn't seem to have this feeling."

"His style is very unique and cannot be mastered by ordinary photographers."

"Where's the one from abroad? The photographer should be from abroad, right?"

"Let me see, here is Chen Pingsheng. If he is not from abroad, who is this?"

"Yeah, do you know who the photographer Chen Pingsheng is?" On the other side, in the office of Huacai, a competing magazine that Feilin said had hired several photographers, the editor-in-chief Li Feng was constantly questioning everyone.

He turned his attention to Curry, an old employee who had recently joined the company.

Curry was a girl with a nose nail and heavy makeup. She shook her head: "I'm not sure, editor-in-chief. I had never heard of this person before when I was here."

"Then he jumped out of the stone?" Originally, Huacai's magazine subscriptions had gradually caught up with Fengcai recently, but as soon as this issue came out, he knew that there would be many people subscribing to Fengcai without even doing research. .

Regardless of whether the shot is good or not, it at least has a unique style.

This is the rarest quality.

"I'll ask my friends in the company, they should know." Curry didn't want his old club to get better and better after he left Fengcai.

"Ask quickly." Li Feng didn't want to wait any longer, because he noticed Chen Pingsheng's most valuable ability from these photos.

It’s the ability to use photos to dig into people’s hearts.

This is not just a matter of taking a few portraits, it is closely related to the use of light, angle, and composition.Top photographers are able to influence the thoughts and emotions of viewers through these.

Although it is not completely consistent with commercial auctions, it is like military competition. I can do without it, but I cannot live without it.

Otherwise, if those celebrities received invitations from several magazines at the same time and happened to want to take photos with the same feeling, wouldn't they have to be slower in everything?
Then there will never be a day of recovery.

Unfortunately, the result of the inquiry was not satisfactory to him.

Friends from Fengcai Company don’t know who Chen Pingsheng is. They just say that Feilin asked the photographer he found through his own connections. In order to let these photos occupy a better layout, he even argued with other senior executives in the conference room. shelf.

Although Li Feng was disappointed, he also noticed something abnormal.

He suspected that Chen Pingsheng was not the contracted photographer of Fengcai, otherwise he would never have quarreled over the layout. In this case, as long as he found Chen Pingsheng, would it be possible to impress this photographer?

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