Entertaining Children

  Chapter 82 Another Master

  As soon as Xiao Yao said this, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him, the only child on the scene. Including the little girl with her head down in front of the workbench also raised her head. Xiao Yao glanced, and he looked really good.

   "You?" Zhang Yunxing even looked at him and said directly.

   "What's wrong? I'm also a member of the company now. It's normal to help the company with some effort." Xiao Yao smiled.

  "Have you done this before?" Hong Andong was the questioner this time.

"No," Xiao Yao shook his head, "but I just heard what you said, that is, to organize photos. It seems that you don't need any professional knowledge of photography. It is nothing more than a requirement for speed. It needs quick eyes, quick hands, and quick brain response. . I think I should be able to do it. Besides, my English is okay, and my French is also ok, so there should be no problem when translating."

  "He can speak French?" Zhang Yunxing asked Xiao Siqi this time.

  "Yes." Xiao Siqi nodded, "I heard Jiaying and I mentioned that Xiao Yao once played the piano for her at the French restaurant LEPREFRANCIAS. She said that Xiao Yao and the pianist in the restaurant communicated in French at that time."

  "Will you let him try?" Hong Andong suggested.

   "Mr. Chen, what do you think?" Zhang Yunxing looked at Chen Xuan and said.

  Chen Xuan shrugged and said: "I don't care, but to start, I have to deal with the pile of things." Then, Chen Xuan pointed to the laptop full of photo files.

   "Okay, let me give it a try." Xiao Yao said, walking directly to the computer. The little girl by the workbench hurriedly got up and let go.

   Xiao Yao sat down in front of the computer, first changed the display properties of the folder, changed it to display a medium icon, looked at it and found that it was not working, then changed it to a large icon. He knew that Chen Xuan would automatically transmit one photo after he took a photo, and only after taking one model would he take another. The best way to distinguish is definitely to divide the files according to the time they were created, and then change the arrangement of the desktop files to sort them according to the time they were created.

  The next step is to organize them separately. Control+mouse, shift+mouse, control+X, control+V, right and left hand coordination, all kinds of shortcut keys can fly. I found the photo of the same person, asked the name of the girl model next to him, and threw it into the folder of the corresponding person's name. The photo is very large. The moving progress bar that pops up takes two minutes to display. Xiao Yao doesn't even look at it. He minimizes the progress bar, and then directly finds the photo of the next person. As an otaku in his previous life, Xiao Yao should not be too fluent in computer operations.

  In about ten minutes, the full screen and scattered photo files have been sorted and sorted.

  "Not bad!" Chen Xuan, who was watching, couldn't help muttering to himself in French.

   "Thank you!" Xiao Yao's ears were pointed, and when he heard it, he replied in French specially.

"Okay," Chen Xuan patted and slapped his hands. "The little guy stays, and those who are irrelevant can leave. By the way, and you, Xie Bing, right?" Chen Xuan pointed and stood next to Xiao Yao. The little girl who gave way to Xiao Yao said, "If you are unqualified as an assistant, you should be in charge of logistics."

"The lunch break was cancelled at noon to catch up with the wasted time in the morning. For lunch, I will treat you, everyone will eat directly in the shed, and then take pictures after eating. You go to record what everyone wants to eat at noon, and buy it for everyone. Oh, model Eating rules are big, I don’t care. You can solve the model by yourself. The lunch of staff such as lighting engineer, set designer, sound engineer, etc. counts as mine. I want two sandwiches, one with beef, and a cup of Espresso."

   "Oh," Xie Bing took out a pen and a pad from the bag on the side, wrote down Chen Xuan's request, and asked the nearest Xiao Yao: "Kid, what do you eat?"

"How can Mr. Chen spend your money?" Zhang Yunxing hurriedly waved his hand and said to Xie Bing, "Xie Bing, the lunch will be paid by the company, and you will go directly to the financial statement at that time. Also, this is not a kid, this is our company's. The third largest shareholder, your little boss."

   "Huh?" When Zhang Yunxing said this, both Xie Bing and the models and assistants waiting to be photographed exclaimed.

   "Okay, okay," Chen Xuan waved his hand dissatisfiedly: "If the boss is not the boss, sitting here is to work. If you don't work, leave as soon as possible."

  "Okay, well, you are busy slowly. We won't bother you." Zhang Yunxing smiled and led a group of people to turn around and leave immediately.

  Miscellaneous people waited to leave, and the shooting continued. Xiao Yao was also able to see the working status of the Danale photographer.

  Chen Xuan's work efficiency is very high. There are four SLR cameras and seven or eight different lenses on the scene. Chen Xuan does not hesitate for half a second on what equipment is used for each photo. Obviously, he has a spectrum in his mind. Not only the equipment, but also the lighting, sound, background replacement, and even the expressions and movements of the models are concise and accurate. At first glance, they are the "old drivers" in the industry.

Occasionally Chen Xuan jumped out a sentence or two in English or French, and when the model did not respond, Chen Xuan would look at Xiao Yao. At this time, Xiao Yao acted as a temporary translator, helping Chen Xuan convey his message to the model. instruction.

  After almost an hour of running-in, the shooting speed of the scene finally reached Chen Xuan's ideal state, and he also relaxed. Seeing that Xie Bing had bought everyone's lunch, Chen Xuan also announced the suspension of filming and let everyone rest for lunch.

Chen Xuan took a lot of physical and energy consumption all morning. After three or two sips of a large sandwich, he drank a large espresso to relieve the hunger in his stomach, and then he slowly sips. Taste the second sandwich. Not to mention, Xie Bing, you can't be an assistant, but you are a good buyer of food. This sandwich tastes pretty good.

  Thinking of the assistant, Chen Xuan couldn't help but look at the kid who had replaced Xie Bing, and called Xiao Yao: "My kid, come over and have a few words."

  Xiao Yao’s lunch was fried noodles, so it was inconvenient to carry, so he put the bowl on the workbench and sat at the workbench to eat. Hearing Chen Xuan calling himself, Xiao Yao sat down with the fried noodles.

   "What is this? Pasta? Why does it look weird?" As soon as Xiao Yao sat down, Chen Xuan couldn't help but curiously looked at his noodles.

"Didn't you travel to China for a month? Where did you go? Why haven't you even seen this?" Xiao Yao couldn't help rolling his eyes. "This is called fried noodles, which is a characteristic of Yanjing. One of the food."

  "Jiajangmen? Isn't it Korean food?" Chen Xuan said again.

"Bah," Xiao Yao couldn't help taking a sip, "I don't know the special food of the capital as well as the Chinese blood. The Korean fried noodles are the Yanjing fried noodles, which are changed according to the taste of the Korean people. We are orthodox."

   "Oh, I am young and my temper is not young." Chen Xuan said with a smile. In normal work, Chen Xuan is professional and serious, and the requirements are extremely strict, but in private during non-working hours, Chen Xuan is still very lively and funny. Of course, the French have always been known for being free and undisciplined, and it is difficult to find a French who is completely serious at all times.

  "You are really the little boss of this company, you are Mr. Zhang's son? By the way, I don't know what your name is?" Chen Xuan showed gossip at this time.

   "My name is Xiao Yao, not Mr. Zhang's son. My mother is one of the founders of this company. She has passed away, but the shares are still there and will be inherited by me in the future." Xiao Yao replied briefly.

   "Oh, it turned out to be... how do you say that word, rich second generation? Right?" Chen Xuan said.

   "You know a lot." Xiao Yao nodded and gave a thumbs up.

  Chen Xuan smiled triumphantly: "That is, how can I say that I also have Chinese ancestry, and I still know China well."

   "Yes, I know the kind that I don't even know about fried noodles." Xiao Yao stabbed him, wiped out the fried noodles in the bowl, got up and left. Seeing that everyone hadn't finished eating, they took the lunch box to the trash can and threw it away, sat on the edge of the workbench, turned out the pen and paper, and started to draw boredly.

  Chen Xuan didn’t care about Xiao Yao’s attitude. After eating his lunch slowly, he got up and went to the trash can to throw away the packaging box and coffee cup, then turned his head and stood behind Xiao Yao again.

   "What do you paint...?" Chen Xuan couldn't help but ask aloud after seeing Xiao Yao's paintings.

  In such a short period of time, Xiao Yao has already drawn a few sheets of paper. Originally, Chen Xuan thought Xiao Yao was just a kid's casual graffiti, but he did not expect that Xiao Yao painted a few scenes when he took photos in the morning. The image of the model is only a few strokes, probably showing a position, but the position of the light is clearly marked. In the illustration, different lights are marked with different shapes.

   "Uncle Chen, why is this lamp placed like this?" Seeing Chen Xuan appear behind him to make a sound, Xiao Yao was not surprised or dissatisfied, but asked for advice. Of course, if you ask questions, you have to have a better attitude, and the title is also a lot more polite.

  "Do you mean you know everything else?" Chen Xuan asked curiously.

"What's incomprehensible?" Xiao Yao shrugged, pointing to several places on the paper and said: "This, this, is to make the model's face brighten up, if only one side is taken, the other side will be There are shadows, so both sides need to have lights. And the above one is to illuminate the forehead of the model. The latter one is used to illuminate the hairstyle, especially the scattered hair, which will make the hair change like it is glowing. It's beautiful."

  Xiao Yao is really ignorant of photography. At most, he had taken some pictures for souvenirs while traveling in his previous life. However, Xiao Yao in this life has followed Xiao Chengru to many crews and learned a lot of miscellaneous things from various departments. The crew also has a lighting engineer, so Xiao Yao doesn't know everything about lighting.

  Photography and videography both need lighting. The lighting of the two is not exactly the same. There are differences and similarities. So Xiao Yao just drew the scene where Chen Xuan took photos in the morning, and compared the lighting knowledge he learned from the crew, and found that some understand, some don't.

  Chen Xuan immediately explained to Xiao Yao the reason for the lighting and the effect that it can present. Xiao Yao understood it as soon as he heard it, and it turned out to be a light that would not be used in film and television dramas.

   "Xiao Yao, I have hired you as my assistant for a long time. Will you follow me to learn photography?" Chen Xuan did not leave after the explanation, but suggested to Xiao Yao. At this age, he can understand some basic lighting methods. In his eyes, Xiao Yao is now a very talented little guy in photography.

   "I'm not an adult yet," Xiao Yao rolled his eyes and said, "Whether it is in China or France, it is illegal to hire child labor."

   "You..." Chen Xuan was angry, and simply changed the method, and said straightforwardly: "I mean to accept you as an apprentice, and I will teach you to take pictures."

   "Are you very good?" Xiao Yao asked deliberately, slanting his eyes.

   "Heh," Chen Xuan smiled, "That's pretty awesome. In Europe, I don't know how many people are lining up to be my students and studying photography with me."

   "Cut~" Xiao Yao said disdainfully, "In Huaxia, I don't know how many people are lining up to accept me as a student."

"Really?" Chen Xuan was not irritated, but happily said: "Then I can't let you go. That's it. I'll take advantage of my being here to play this project these two days, I will look for opportunities first. Teach you some basic knowledge of photography."

  (End of this chapter)