Tang Shiyi sat on the bed and smiled while watching Chen Xing eat noodles, and his eyes suddenly glanced at the computer on the table.
"Have you fixed all the photos?"
"not yet."
He hasn't decided whether to keep it like this or not, and is still considering it. However, in Tang Shiyi's opinion, the photos on the computer were already perfect, at least in her opinion, there was no room for modification.
In the picture, I am doing a classical dance pose, my sleeves are blown elegantly by the wind, and the moon is in the night sky above. It is very bright and clear, and it shines on the person's body with a thin layer of halo.
She admired it carefully for a long time before stammering.
"Wow, this..."
Chen Xing just finished washing up and asked after hearing her words: "What do you think?"
"Beautiful!"
What else?
She really didn't expect that Chen Xing could take pictures of herself so beautifully. It was countless times more beautiful than she had expected before...
Anyway, I didn’t expect it at all.
How can you take such good photos?
She looked at Chen Xing's face, took a deep breath, then sat on the chair with her arms folded and continued to look at the photo, as if she wanted to find some flowers in it. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it... How to look at yourself Will everyone be excited?
"God is really unfair. He is handsome and can talk, but he is so good professionally. Oh, he is so beautiful."
She admired it for a long time, then suddenly turned around and said, "Can you pass it on to me? I promise not to pass it on to others. I can spend money..."
Any dancer likes to have photos of himself performing on the wall at home. This habit is not only shared by dancers, but also by musicians who play musical instruments on stage, and Tang Shiyi is certainly no exception.
Chen Xing was a little embarrassed.
"I can make one for you, but the pixels won't be very good. How about you choose among other photos?"
There are three leading photos in this group of photos, two of the sunset and one of the night sky. Chen Xing likes this night sky very much. It will definitely be a C-level photo when it is exhibited in the future, so it is not convenient to give it away. In addition, even if Tang Shiyi wanted those two sunset works, Chen Xing would be able to nod.
Tang Shiyi also wanted to say something directly without thinking about it. Now he thought about it and said, "I remembered it. Do you want to use these photos for an exhibition?"
"Well, it's about promoting the culture of the motherland."
"You call me then, and I'll see if I have time to support you. Hehe, maybe I can also use your photos to increase my own influence."
She is already well-known in China. There are not many people who are better than her in the field of classical dance. However, she is less known among the public. Just like Chen Xing, few people know that he is a photographer in China. position among them.
If she could join the ranks of an internationally renowned dancer, her salary and benefits would be higher.
Chen Xing pursed his lips and thought for a while, then nodded in agreement: "Indeed, someone will definitely be curious about who the fairy in the picture is, so I will definitely ask you to go with me... Then it's settled, At that time, we will also have a date abroad to help foreigners get on their way."
Tang Shiyi snorted and rolled his eyes without even blushing.
With his skills, Chen Xing must be the one they teased in the troupe because he is too young.
After having a donkey dinner at noon, the photography group formed by Chen Xing was about to part ways.
But everyone is flying to Yanjing.
The diplomatic relations between France and China are okay this year, but this seems to have nothing to do with flights. Now there are only a few super first-tier cities in China that can fly directly to Paris, such as Yanjing, Shanghai, Hong Kong Island or Xiamen.
As the first-tier city closest to Europe, Chengdu occasionally has direct flights.
But that's only occasionally.
Therefore, when Chen Xing returns to Europe, he still has to waste a few hours flying to Yanjing, which is very troublesome. He now hopes that when the international airport in Chengdu can truly play an international role, there will be more flights to other countries.
After the plane landed, Chen Xing saw Tang Shiyi off first, then sat alone in the airport for more than an hour.
I had thought about going to Chengdu to finish the themed cafe before, but now it seems I don’t have much time. Professor Nobel has already arrived at school, so I should go back early to prepare and see what I can do in my senior year.
Also, a French website bought the documentary they shot in Africa, and Chen Xing had to go and sign it.
Speaking of which, this film had been produced for several months. Ford took it from France 1 to Channel 5, and finally went to small TV stations. Due to the length of time, no mainstream TV station wanted it.
Finally, through Leifbold's introduction, he found a video website that was willing to buy it. Of course, Chen Xing had to go there early to resolve the matter.
Ford himself was also very anxious. If the film was sold, he and Leifbold would also have a share. Lefbold didn't like the money, but he did. So as soon as Chen Xing's plane landed, he Ford's muscular figure was seen at the exit.
"Hey, good brother, long time no see!"
He rushed over and hugged Chen Xing, his expression and tone were very excited, and he helped Chen Xing get his suitcase, and said: "The website has been waiting for us for two days. See if you have time this afternoon, let's go first Go sign it and get the money first, eh? Let’s go, my friend.”
Chen Xing stood there and touched his beardless chin, slightly squinting his eyes and said, "Why are you like this after I haven't seen you for several months? What's going on, my friend?"
Ford is Chen Xing's senior, and the oldest senior he knows.
He is already thirty years old this year, and will be four years old next year. When they were in Africa, he would occasionally speak with the care of a senior, but that kind of care is not the same as today's care. Same.
Why do you want to please yourself?
"Am I okay?"
Chen Xing went out with him and said arm in arm: "That's okay. I'm really not used to you doing this. By the way, has Leifbold arrived at school too? I heard that teachers have a lot of free time this year, shall we?" Are you going to be unable to learn in school?"
Ford pulled Chen Xing's suitcase and led Chen Xing to his parking space. After hearing this, he said: "Impossible, Professor Nobel will not let us idle even if nothing happens, but I will definitely not go to Africa again. do not worry."
"That's okay."
Chen Xing, who has already seen the African customs, really has no idea of setting foot in that land again in a short time, unless he goes to Egypt, which has many scenic spots and is also mysterious. The people over there are not black, at least not matte black.
Driving back to school from the airport, the doors and windows of the car were closed.
This section of the road passes through the famous 93rd Department, where the two largest flea markets in France are located. However, neither tourists nor locals from other districts in Paris visit this area.
The security here is very poor. Even in the commercial centers where security is relatively good, shootings have occurred, which is worse than the slums.
Nico also has the most.
Paris has basically resettled all overseas immigrants in this place. When Chen Xing lived in Paris, he would also pay attention to local news. If something happened in Province 93, it would not make the news. If nothing happened for a few days, it would be mentioned on the news. .
Even the Oscar-winning actress had her window smashed and her bag snatched by speedsters on the way from the airport to Paris, let alone Chen Xing and the others.
In Paris, keeping one's wealth private is the most basic way to protect oneself.
After arriving in Little Paris safely, Ford asked: "Are you going home first or going to school first? This year the school has divided the rooms for international students into different areas. You can apply to live with your Asians."
"Forget it, there are only a few Chinese people in the whole school, and I know them all. They all live outside."
Chen Xing doesn't know much about other countries, but if you study art at home and study abroad, you will definitely not be short of money.
"Go home." Chen Xing said.
Go back and see what Hedwig is doing.
"Okay, then I'll take you to your door." Ford said, and then the car drove slowly, as if he was hesitating.
Chen Xing looked confused and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"I, I, I...borrow money."
Chen Xing said speechlessly: "What do I think it is? Just ask for money. Why are the French so troubled?"
"No matter what country you are from, people have trouble borrowing money. This has nothing to do with nationality." Ford retorted casually, then looked at Chen Xing and said, "Can you really lend it to me?"
"Then it depends on what you borrow the money for."
Before lending the money out, it was the uncle who had the money. Chen Xing also opened up the passenger space and leaned back comfortably on the seat.
However, he suddenly thought of Ford's hobby and said: "Let's just borrow money to make documentaries. We still can't control this thing."
When he was in Africa, he made a good point, saying that the world lacked such a true documentary about the Great Migration. As long as it was filmed, it would be sold and everyone would make a fortune together. Chen Xing was deceived and stunned for a moment.
It turned out how long it had been since I came back before I was noticed by a video website.
It was Leifbold who pulled the string.
Without this connection, they might have taken this set of films into the grave.
Ford was older than him, so Chen Xing had to get him a QR code on his tombstone so that people could scan it and see the video of the great migration of animals, suppressing his desire to make a documentary.
"Oh, you, how did you know...Leifbold told you?"
Chen Xing stood up from his seat.
"ah?"
He wondered loudly, and then asked: "You don't really want to make any trouble again, do you? This set of films hasn't been sold yet, so you are thinking about the next one, right? elder brother!"
"This, this, this! How can this be the same? And didn't we sell it?"
"I didn't earn the money I spent..."
At the time of the shooting, he said that only tens of thousands would be enough. Chen Xing spent all the money to decorate the house, but now it has sold for a total of 200,000. How can this little money be enough for his busy work? If you really want to make money, you might as well just take a few photos of animals and put them in a gallery.
Maybe there will be people asking for the 20,000 photos during this period, and the money earned from taking a few more sets will be more than the share.
Chen Xing took 70% of the 200,000, but it didn't add up to much.
"You have to believe me, I will tell you my plan!"
"Don't say it, you'd better not say it. I won't listen. Really, I regret not listening to Leifbold. How about you convince him first. If Leifbold thinks your plan is good, then you can come to me again. ,How about it?"
Leifbold's family is involved in the photography industry, and he knows more about these things than Chen Xing and the others.
At that time, he was not optimistic about the plan of photographing animal migration in Africa. Thinking about it now, it was really prescient.
If Ford can really persuade Leifbold to come over, then it’s not like Chen Xingdao can’t form a threesome. Anyway, he has so much money now that he doesn’t know how to use it. He can spend 200,000 to 300,000 euros to have some fun together and just hang out. also.
Since I have to help Professor Nobel with chores anyway, I might as well make an assignment myself and hand it in.
"He...well, okay, I'll go talk to him again, but Chen, you have to believe me this time, or don't you like traveling? My shooting plan is in Northern Europe, and we can be there by then. Take one more turn."
Chen Xing remained silent.
Stop talking, I can't hear you.
He himself could also go to Northern Europe.
As a person who likes to watch Lonely Planet and travel alone, of course he has an indescribable affection for Northern Europe. He doesn’t want to go to Northern Europe with a group of people in a noisy manner. He wants to find a day with plenty of free time to go there. Stay for a while.
Ford knew where Chen Xing lived, so he parked the car steadily on the side of the road, next to an old three-story brick and stone European-style house.
This time he was a little embarrassed. Chen Xing got out of the car and took out his luggage from the trunk. When he walked towards the door, Ford said again: "Are we going to sign this afternoon? Let's get the money first." Say it again."
Chen Xing arrived at the door. He missed Hedwig a little and didn't want to go and sign a contract. He said, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, what do you think tomorrow afternoon?"
Chen Xing also knows the working habits here in Paris. Basically do nothing in the morning, or do something casually while drinking morning tea. Only in the afternoon will you be energetic enough to receive people. However, you have to go earlier, and they may get off work later. .
"Okay, I'll call them later, three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, right?"
"kindness."
Ford was not so happy anymore. He drove forward for a while, stopped, stuck his head out and said:
"Chen, don't you want to lend me money? I think we are already friends."
Chen Xing rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "Just because we are friends, I won't easily lend you money and let you waste it. Don't you understand? You have to face your plan, or you can talk to Professor Nobel Let’s discuss it first?”
"Then we are still good friends!"
"certainly!"
Ford breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "OK!" before driving away.
Chen Xing also breathed a sigh of relief.
He does have some money in his bank card, spare money, cash, and he doesn't know how to use it, but he knows that investing in documentaries is definitely not a reliable thing. Documentary directors as famous as Professor Nobel have not made any money yet, so he can do the math for himself. What.
Although he did prefer documentaries to movies, he didn't want to make either.
Ring the doorbell.
My treasure, I'm back, do you miss me?
(End of chapter)
