"Help you? What do you want to do?" Zhou Peng said with a smile: "Do you still remember when we were in Guangzhou, you took pictures of the menu for a hotel?"
"Of course I remember." This is the first time Chen Xing has tasted the sweetness of photography. How could he forget it? And up to now, it can be regarded as the biggest order Chen Xing has ever received.
Without the tens of thousands of yuan in start-up capital, Chen Xing would not have had such a smooth travel experience even with systematic help.
"My dad brought back a copy of their menu from somewhere. I think he wanted to learn from it and make one similar to theirs. Am I also learning photography? My dad asked me to take pictures." A friend said Said: "Oh! I heard it. Chen Xing had taken pictures of menus before, and my uncle wanted to copy one!"
"What kind of plagiarism! It sounds so ugly, learn from it!" Chen Xing also shook his head and said: "I only provide shooting, the menu is not made by me, and you can't copy it from me. And it really can't be called plagiarism, creativity can't be said It's clear." He said to Zhou Peng: "How about I take a set of photos for my uncle for free?"
"No, no, I'll do it myself! Just give me a little guidance." Zhou Peng is very confident. His current master often says that he has great talent. Sometimes when he goes out to take pictures for others, he can still take a few pictures. When I sent the pictures together to people for editing, the people who edited them couldn’t tell which ones were taken by him.
He was very proud to tell Chen Xingyi about this. All right. Chen Xing actually felt that taking wedding photos here was a waste of time, and his master was using his labor for free.
But it's hard for Chen Xing to say anything to him in front of so many people. Let's tell him when we chat later. If you want to improve your skills, you should go out to sweep the streets. The New Territories are not interesting. If you want to go to Chengdu, go to Chengdu.
Eighty percent of the best photographers in Sichuan Province are in Chengdu. Chen Xing agreed to guide him for a while. After the matter was settled, Zhou Peng felt relieved and called his father back.
Later, a group of people gathered at the largest hotel in the New Territories owned by Zhou Peng's father. The name is very simple, called Red Lantern Hotel.
A lively meal. When we first met them, there were still two or three people who were a little cautious about Chen Xing's current transformation, but as they drank more and more, the familiarity in everyone's memory emerged.
Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that there would be a thick barrier between himself and his friends, but now it seemed that he was overthinking it.
Zhou Peng left the meeting early to prepare for this afternoon's shooting. He Huachuan saw him leaving and then said, "Brother Zhou is really planning to go on his own?" Chen Xing ate the fruit and said, "What do you think?"
"I thought he was just being polite. The real situation is for you to take the photo, Brother Xing." He Huachuan only found out about Chen Xing's identity in the past few days. He won an award at the International Photography Festival. Isn't this an international photographer?
Chen Xing patted his shoulder and said, "I'm full. You guys eat slowly while I go take a look." The room where the filming was taken was not far away. When he came here to eat, Chen Xing saw Zhou Peng directing people to go there. Move things inside.
By this time, everything had been set up inside, including lamps for lighting, blackboards for blackout, and trays for vegetables.
Zhou Peng held the camera to get a feel for it. When he felt Chen Xing come in, he grinned and said, "Take a look for me. If there's anything wrong, just tell me. This is my first time doing this, so I'm so nervous."
"Don't be nervous, there's no audience." Chen Xing said. Zhou Peng rubbed his hands and took two deep breaths. Who says there is no audience? Chen Xing is the audience he found.
He is also a very proud person. In the past, the two of them were similar. Regardless of their poor grades or their good relationship with women in school, this similarity made them good friends.
This is also the way most buddies get along with each other in reality, a kind of balance. Chen Xing has now broken this balance, which makes Zhou Peng feel a little uneasy. He feels that if he doesn't work hard, how can he be Chen Xing's friend?
Will you be embarrassed to tell me in the future? That's why he learned photography, wanting to walk the same path Chen Xing took again.
But he didn't know that Chen Xing was up to something. The lights shine on the food, making the already colorful Sichuan food even more beautiful.
"Kacha." Zhou Peng looked serious, seeming to have sunk into the atmosphere of this kind of photography. Chen Xing leaned against the wall and looked at Zhou Peng's photos. He felt that he was a little more mature than before, and he seemed to be changing from the temperament of a student on campus to the temperament of an elite in society.
Calm and confident. He picked up the camera and took a few photos from an angle. Then he looked at the photos in the camera and thought...Why don't there any photographers take pictures of me when I'm working?
If I also have a photo like this, then I will change all my social account avatars to this photo.
The dishes here are not as large as those in Guangzhou restaurants, and the photos were taken in half a day. Chen Xing had nothing to do when he went home. He waited here until dark and found a computer to edit the photos he took. When Zhou Peng was done with his work, he pulled him over to take a look.
"Sit down." Chen Xing pushed the person down on the chair and clicked on the photo on the desktop. This is a black and white style work.
In the photo, Zhou Peng is wearing a shirt and a sleeveless sweater. The sleeves of the shirt are slightly rolled up because he is worried about accidentally touching the oil in the vegetables. His hair has also been taken care of, and he looks very handsome.
He was bending down, holding a camera in front of a dish, with a serious look on his face. On the left side of the picture is a light, which shines on the dishes and also on the profile of Zhou Peng's face, making his serious face half bright and half dark.
"F*ck!" Zhou Peng said subconsciously, and then looked carefully. This is myself!
"Damn it! Why am I so handsome!" He stood up in surprise, holding Chen Xing's shoulders and shaking him,
"Awesome! Chen Xing! Damn, your shots are so good! Awesome! Awesome!" Chen Xing was also very happy, but his head was almost knocked out.
"If this photo is submitted to the competition, it is possible to win a prize, but I gave it to you. I saw you taking pictures of the dishes. It was very good and professional. Let's go to Chengdu to sweep the streets together some other day."
"Okay, okay! Okok, that's awesome! The photo was great!" Zhou Peng kept saying. It's simply more beautiful than the photos of celebrities.
He thought, after all, a professional is still a professional. Why is Chen Xing suddenly so awesome? Can he still be able to match him in the future?
By the time he realized this, Chen Xing had already gone back, and he was the only one left here... He still had to look at the dishes he took in the afternoon to see if they needed color adjustment or anything.
He looked at the photo taken by Chen Xing and felt like crying. How can this compare?
