Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 80 Jie Mei Art Museum is launched!
At six o'clock in the morning, Fan Mei stood in the lobby of her art museum. Looking at the work in the center that was obscured by the curtain, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in her heart.

Although I have received good news in the past few days, for example, the news of the opening of the art museum has been reported by the media, and the advertisements placed in fashion magazines have also received good responses.

Many people called for consultation and seemed to be planning to come to the exhibition on the weekend.

But when the critical moment is approaching, Fan Mei still can't control the distracting thoughts in her mind and thinks about things in the worst possible way.

Fortunately, there was not much time left for distracting thoughts. Under the crazy busy schedule these days, Fan Mei had no time to think about anything else. It was not until the last moment that she had a moment of rest.

Taking advantage of this little time, she finally checked the items in the exhibition hall to see if the fire hydrant was in the correct position, if the camera was intact, and if the glass was clean. These trivial matters were not usually managed by her personally.But in the ten minutes before the opening, she only wanted to care about these things and take a closer look at the art museum she had finally managed to run.

"Mr. Fan, the time is coming." While she was cleaning up the dust, her deputy came over and reminded her.

Fan Mei looked at the time and realized that it was almost seven o'clock, and the first batch of guests she invited should have arrived at the door.

"Okay, let's go." Fan Mei handed the broom to the deputy, touched her collar, and straightened her appearance in front of the reflective mirror.Then he stepped towards the door, and the sharp and clear sound of high heels suddenly echoed through the exhibition hall.

"Crash." She pressed the electric door open, and the soft sunlight rushed in through the gap.

Fan Mei looked down at the ground and could see the shadows of many people, and could hear their voices talking at the same time.

Maybe it was because of the sound that her anxious heart suddenly calmed down.

Fan Mei smiled. After the electric door opened, she pushed open the glass door and walked out firmly facing the sunshine.

What greeted her were not only the bunches of flowers, but also the congratulations of her friends.

"Tread, step, step."

Accompanied by different footsteps, guests are admiring works from different regions and countries in the art gallery where the ribbon-cutting ceremony has been completed.

Jimei Art Museum focuses on women, fashion art and inclusivity.

Therefore, the works are also diverse, including sculptures, modern installations, fine arts, and photography.

These works are scattered in different areas for the viewer to enjoy.

Feilin had also arrived here at this time and was walking around alone.

The guests who came today are all rich or noble, and they are the connections that Fan Mei has accumulated over more than ten years. There are also a few reporters who are quietly taking pictures and recording them as materials for a new issue of newspapers or magazines.

However, those works placed in the center of the hall and covered by curtains have not yet been opened, because as the first phase of the exhibition, the curtain will not be officially opened until ten o'clock.

Feilin was looking at a unique modern installation, which consisted of several large screens on the wall, playing videos pre-made by the artist.

The video begins with puppets with feminine qualities stacked on top of each other, constantly saying something, but it is inaudible because there is no sound.The next shot shows them crowding around like crazy, trying to get to the high platform in the center, while puppets keep falling and disappearing.

The last shot is a pattern composed of a large number of broken bodies of puppets. It is particularly miserable, but it seems to be reflecting something.Feilin was watching intently when an annoying voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Vienna, long time no see." It was Li Feng, the man who had always been at odds with Feng Cai.

Feilin said directly without looking back: "Mr. Li, what advice do you have?"

"I heard that you resigned from Fengcai? I'm sorry, if I had known I wouldn't have poached your photographer." Li Feng, who was dressed in orange clothes, looked very coquettish, and his words were also a bit strange.

Feilin shrugged and rolled her eyes. She had no patience at all for Li Feng.

Because in the early days of Fengcai, he was the one who competed with him for the position of editor-in-chief. Later, because Feilin was better, Li Feng couldn't swallow this and resigned directly to the start-up Huacai.

Unexpectedly, things would turn around and I would become the frustrated one overnight, while the loser would become the editor-in-chief of the second largest fashion magazine in the country.

"Don't be sorry. After all, it wasn't Fengcai that fired me, but I chose to leave it."

Feilin naturally would not admit defeat, not because of face, but because the two of them had bickered for so many years and it had become a habit.

"I went to South China yesterday, did you know?" Li Feng walked up to her and looked at the device while pretending to mention it casually.

"Oh? What does it have to do with me?"

"I met a promising photographer, and we had a good chat. Unfortunately, his style did not capture him." Li Feng sighed, but in fact he was full of Versailles.

"Really? Who is it?" Feilin knew in her heart that he was talking about Chen Pingsheng. She just wanted to laugh when she heard him say it was a good conversation, but she could only hold it back in order to prevent him from being alert.

She has a clear understanding of Chen Pingsheng.This is a person who is direct and cautious enough. If he really reaches a cooperation with Huacai, he will definitely inform him. However, when chatting yesterday, Chen Pingsheng only asked her to help see the reaction of the work, which means that there is no relationship between Huacai and Huacai. Reach a contract.

So Feilin raised her head, pretending to think, and then suddenly said: "It must be Chen Pingsheng, he is indeed very talented."

"Yes, we have reached a cooperation, and his first task is to shoot the cover of Huacai." Li Feng said it without hesitation, not worried about Feilin telling others.

"Cover?" Feilin was also a little surprised, but she felt that it was something he could do. It was radical and bold, completely different from herself.

However, such a one-word matter puts a lot of pressure on the editor-in-chief. It can be seen that he really likes Chen Pingsheng's works and is willing to take risks.

It's just that Fengcai couldn't give him what he wanted. Feilin sighed inwardly, then cheered up and said: "I also want to cooperate with him recently, and I hope he will be more generous when the time comes."

"No problem, as long as it's not a fashion magazine, I can let him take over the job." Li Feng smiled, completely unaware of what the man in front of him was planning.

"Okay, hey, it's time." Feilin looked at her watch and found that it was already ten o'clock, and the work in the center of the exhibition hall was finally coming out.

Although she had carefully viewed these photos on the computer, she still did not want to miss this opportunity, because this would be the moment for her to witness Chen Pingsheng's strength with her own eyes, and it would also be a critical moment for whether her plan could be realized.

(End of this chapter)