Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Qin Zhaochuan frowned as he looked at Song Xianyin. He remained silent for a while before finally speaking, "Excuse me, my request may be a bit presumptuous. May I see your camera?"

Song Xianyin quickly put the camera into her bag and looked at him warily.

Qin Zhaochuan cleared his throat awkwardly. What was he doing using sign language? She could speak, not hear.

"I will give you the money."

Song Xianyin looked at him hesitantly. Really? But when she threatened him before, he still tried to bargain with her.

No matter what Qin Zhaochuan said, Song Xianyin ignored him and became increasingly wary of him.

The secretary was watching their interaction from the side; there were even things the president couldn't handle.

Qin Zhaochuan was furious and embarrassed. He was the president; how could he do anything without her permission?

"Secretary Lin, take her camera from me!"

Secretary Lin stood in the corner, shaking his head worriedly: "President, this is illegal. You should go and rob it yourself."

Qin Zhaochuan was so angry that his face turned red: "How could I possibly take it?"

Secretary Lin muttered, "He's too embarrassed to take it himself, yet he makes me take it."

What if he gets arrested? Will he ever be able to face anyone again?

"How much money do you want?" Qin Zhaochuan sighed.

There is nothing in this world that money can't solve.

"Five hundred and fifty?"

Hearing this number, Song Xianyin finally felt the reality of being in the world of domineering CEO novels.

"Really?" Song Xianyin asked softly.

Qin Zhaochuan's face darkened: "Aren't you mute?"

Money can cure muteness, right?

Song Xianyin cleared her throat: "Our filming is all outsourced. Just give me the money, and I'll give it to her next time."

She opened the payment QR code and stared at him expectantly.

Once Qin Zhaochuan realized it wasn't her, he immediately put on airs and glanced at her sideways: "Secretary Lin, let's go. I just happened to come and take a look."

She wasn't telling the truth at all, but he'll definitely find out who took the photos.

Secretary Lin glanced at Qin Zhaochuan, and even came over to take a look, having taken several detours to get here.

Qin Zhaochuan and Secretary Lin were about to leave when Song Xianyin, holding the payment QR code, blocked their way with a serious expression.

No matter how far Qin Zhaochuan took, Song Xianyin just stared at him stubbornly.

Qin Zhaochuan's face darkened: "You're really going to insist?"

He would never have been so brazen in asking for other people's money.

He was so angry that his breathing became rapid. He tried to give Song Xianyin a dollar, but she refused.

Qin Zhaochuan looked at her silently and scanned 100,000 yuan for her.

Song Xianyin's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Thank you."

Having successfully swindled Qin Zhaochuan out of his money, she suddenly felt that it wouldn't be bad if he came a few more times.

The next day, Song Xianyin regretted it. The manager suddenly announced that their newspaper had been acquired by the Qin family, and that Qin Zhaochuan would be coming soon.

The atmosphere in the office became somewhat tense as the person Sister Lin had introduced appeared before them the very next second.

Qin Zhaochuan sat in his office, raised his eyes, and quietly looked at them, radiating a cold aura.

The office was unusually quiet today. Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of what Qin Zhaochuan had come for.

Qin Zhaochuan's face suddenly darkened, and the atmosphere became even more tense.

Secretary Lin smiled and eased the atmosphere: "Today is President Qin's first time visiting our newspaper office, shouldn't we publish a news article about it?"

The others finally realized what was happening and quickly echoed, "Of course, of course."

The people in the office picked up their cameras and prepared to take lots of pictures, while Song Xianyin stood in the back, taking advantage of the chaos.

Qin Zhaochuan said calmly, "This is too chaotic. Let's do it one at a time."

The others looked at each other, then took turns taking pictures.

Qin Zhaochuan looked at the photos on the camera and laughed in anger. What kind of rubbish were these?

For a newspaper of this caliber, he still spent tens of millions of dollars. He could take a better picture by kicking the camera.

"Mr. Qin, the lighting in the newspaper office is poor." A man smiled awkwardly at Qin Zhaochuan.

Qin Zhaochuan glared at him: "Bad lighting? Don't blame the road for being uneven if you're not good at it."

This lighting is perfect for taking pictures; he's really getting angry at these people.

After looking at a few more people, Qin Zhaochuan was so angry he laughed. Shit, dog shit, all of it is dog shit!

Secretary Lin wiped the sweat from her forehead. Their CEO was just too fussy; these things looked so good when they were thrown away.

What does the CEO know about photography? If it doesn't hit the mark for him, he'll say it's not good.

There was a male photographer who was keen on combining people and scenery. The scenery would take up the entire frame, but the person would only be a tiny dot. Naturally, Qin Zhaochuan cursed at the photographer.

"I asked you to photograph people, not to show off your skills by photographing landscapes!"

Song Xianyin stood in front of Qin Zhaochuan for a while, then decided to just take a few random photos of him.

Even Secretary Lin could see through her perfunctory attitude.

Secretary Lin looked at the photos in the camera and thought to himself, "Oh no, I'm doomed. The CEO will definitely scold me to death for taking these photos. Several faces are blurred."

Qin Zhaochuan took the camera, looked at the photos calmly, and the expression on his face gradually faded.

After staring for a long time, Qin Zhaochuan raised his head and looked at Song Xianyin, his tone icy: "How dare you?"

Song Xianyin gave a dry laugh: "What?"

Just play dumb.

Qin Zhaochuan sneered: "How dare you guess my thoughts, and guess so correctly at that?"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Song Xianyin stared at him, completely bewildered: ?

Qin Zhaochuan looked down at the camera and smiled helplessly: "This texture, this style, is exactly how I envision myself."

He looked up at Song Xianyin and sighed, "You really are amazing."

How could someone take a photo that so deeply affected him?

Song Xianyin was dumbfounded; could this really be acceptable?

For the rest of the morning, Song Xianyin was in a daze.

She thought Qin Zhaochuan was sick.

In the afternoon, Qin Zhaochuan was going to a dinner party, and he specially brought Song Xianyin with him.

He placed high hopes on Song Xianyin; with her around, he would never have to see those ugly photos again.

Those photos were absolutely disgusting.

Just as the three entered the hotel, a man in work clothes was watching them in a sinister light from a corner.

Secretary Lin was introducing the dinner to Song Xianyin when he reminded her, "When you take pictures, our CEO should be in the center position in every single one."

He whispered to Song Xianyin, "The boss has a thing for being in the center of attention."

Song Xianyin nodded seriously; this request was nothing.

"45-degree angle, no overhead shots, center position, I like comparison photos." Song Xianyin silently made a note of it.

Qin Zhaochuan, who was in front, heard her voice. He raised an eyebrow, surprised that she understood him. No wonder she took such good pictures of him.

Indeed, photography skills alone are not enough; one must truly understand the model's needs.