In the entertainment industry, the silly system claims it's the immortal realm.

Wei Yi truly didn't expect Anna Wintour to come and kill him.

According to his ideas and plans.

He planned to wait until he had "overcame his tribulation".

It will be around April or May next year.

If the other party still wants to see me.

Then I'll go to the United States and see if capitalism has any merits.

This old woman came this time.

He hadn't received a single tip-off beforehand.

He was working as a teaching assistant at school when Fan Binbin suddenly called him.

Later, a teacher from the school's foreign affairs office came to find him, and that's when he learned that Wintour had come.

Now that we're already here...

Wei Yi had no choice but to rush over to see her.

Night falls.

As dusk settles, the city lights begin to twinkle.

China World Trade Center, Genting Western Restaurant.

Inside the private room.

At the round table, Anna Wintour sat in the head seat, without touching any of the dishes.

From the moment she sat down, her attention was focused on only one person.

"I was the editor-in-chief of VOGUE for twenty years."

She began, her tone calm, "I've worked with thousands of photographers. In the last ten years, there have been no more than five whose photos I've stopped to look at repeatedly. You are the sixth. And the youngest."

Wei Yi put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

"Your control of light and shadow is unlike any system I've ever seen. It's not like Henri Cartier-Bresson's decisive moments, nor Newton's provocative compositions. What you create draws you in. Once you're in, you don't want to leave."

"Wei, can you tell me what school of martial arts you belong to?"

With the translation by Zhang Yu, the chief editor.

The restaurant was silent for a few seconds.

Fan Binbin, who was standing next to Wei Yi, kept looking at this person and that person.

Wei Yi put down his wine glass and smiled, "I don't know anything about schools of thought."

Zhang Yu, the translator, twitched his lips as he stood nearby.

Wei Yi: "I just felt that it should be filmed this way, or that it should be filmed that way, and that's how it turned out."

Zhang Yu: "..."

How the hell am I supposed to translate this?!

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Yu decided to give it his all.

He racked his brains, trying his best to come up with an accurate and elegant English translation, "He said that only emotions exist."

Anna's eyes flickered: "Light? Emotion?"

Zhang Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak in front of a group of fashion industry bigwigs who understood both English and Chinese. He said, "Everyone says that midday overhead lighting is 'dead light.' But just because you can't shoot with it doesn't mean it's dead light."

At this moment, Zhang Yu was actually using his own understanding of Wei Yi's photographic works.

This also includes the thoughts of his elite photographers after seeing Wei Yi's photographic works.

He said, "If you break the light apart, it becomes a knife."

"knife?"

"Yes. The light shines on Gong Li's face—after it's diffused, half of her face is bright, and the other half is dark. The bright half is the surface of her, the Gong Li that everyone sees. The dark half is the inner her, what she wants to hide."

Zhang Yu spoke more and more fluently, while Wei Yi's English was poor.

Others are unlikely to expose him.

Because if we want to expose him, we need to translate Wei Yi's earlier statement, "If you want to take a picture, you can take one."

How the hell is that supposed to be translated?!

"A knife, well, it means something that can cut a person apart. It can cut the surface from the inside, the fake from the real, and expose what's hidden."

Zhang Yu finally finished speaking.

He wiped away his cold sweat.

Anna paused for a moment, then asked a question that had nothing to do with Gong Li, Chow Yun-fat, or Fan Binbin:

"How did he do it? Technically. Noon overhead lighting, no fill light, no diffuser, 50mm prime lens—that focal length would definitely lose detail under such lighting conditions. But the photos he took had no overexposure in the highlights and no completely black shadows."

Zhang Yu translated this into Chinese.

Wei Yi thought for a moment and replied with a single word: "Let's rely on our intuition."

His answer left Zhang Yu speechless once again.

This time, Zhang Yu wasn't in a hurry to translate.

He couldn't help but question Wei Yi: "Relying on intuition? You think you can film something just based on intuition? Can you stop talking nonsense?"

"But I really just go by feeling..."

You can't say it's because of cheating.

"What did he say?" Wintour asked impatiently.

Zhang Yu took a deep breath.

He glanced guiltily at the amused looks on the faces of the crowd, then forced himself to make up another story: "He said he made it through gambling."

Gambling feels like gambling.

This time I didn't translate it carelessly!

"……bet?"

"Yes. He said he was betting, betting on a feeling. Betting that the sunlight would stop where he wanted it to stop the moment he pressed the shutter. Betting that it would pass through exactly what he wanted it to pass through. A petal, a strand of hair, a window that wasn't closed tightly. If he won, it was a good photo. If he lost, he'd take another one. He said he didn't understand the techniques. But he would gamble."

Anna Wintour stared at Zhang Yu for a while.

Seeing the latter sweating profusely, he almost couldn't help but want to confess.

Then she laughed.

"Either he's lying, or Zhang is lying. He couldn't possibly be ignorant of the technology. He used a 50mm prime lens as a wide-angle, used a reflector to diffuse the top light instead of filling in the shadows, and used a black flag to create diffuse reflection instead of blocking the light—these are things that someone who doesn't understand technology couldn't do."

She picked up her glass of red wine, took a sip, put it down, and uttered a sentence that made everyone in the entire restaurant, except for Wei Yi, hold their breath:

"But it's okay. If he doesn't say, I won't ask. I just want him to take photos for me—the cover of next March's issue of VOGUE International, all of which I'll leave to him. He can choose the models, and he can also choose the venue, without any strings attached."

Zhang Yu stopped translating and said somewhat anxiously, "Madam, isn't this condition a bit too..."

"Shut up!" Wintour glanced at him, unleashing her full power as a fashion icon. "Just translate, Zhang."

Zhang Yu was startled.

I translated it honestly.

After listening, Wei Yi remained silent for a moment: "March issue... I'll probably still be working on film post-production in March."

Zhang Yu translated it again.

Anna smiled and said, "The cover shoot for VOGUE International Edition can wait for him. I've been waiting for him for two months already. A month or two won't make a difference."

Chen Chen's chopsticks came to a complete stop. The Hermès brand representative seemed rooted to the spot.

Anna Wintour said the most crucial thing: "I can wait until he finishes filming his movie before we work together."

Zhang Yu translated in a low voice, his voice trembling.

Fan Binbin stared blankly.

She is relatively new to the fashion industry.

Therefore, Fan Xiaopang understands that the rules in the fashion industry are very simple.

Whoever waits for whom is older.

Just like how she used to wait for Master Guo Sanxing to have time before taking photos for her.

Anna Wintour, the uncrowned queen of the global fashion world.

We've been waiting for an 18-year-old freshman at Beijing Film Academy for over a month, and we still have to wait.

Who would believe that if I told them?!

Wei Yi raised his glass and clinked it against hers: "Okay then. Wait until my movie wraps up..."

The moment I finished speaking, a "ding" sounded in my mind—

[Host has successfully crossed realms to demonstrate their prowess. Anna Wintour personally traveled to the Eastern Immortal Mountain to express her admiration. Host's name has been officially inscribed in the core scriptures of a top-tier sect within the Overseas Immortal Alliance. Overall rating: Lower Grade A. Reward: "Sect Prodigy" (Passive Aura) has been issued.]

[Sect Prodigy: As a sect's prodigy, your teachers will naturally view you with favor. The higher-ups at Beijing Film Academy will see you as the inheritor of a lost secret technique, instinctively feeling closeness and protectiveness, and willingly opening doors of convenience for you.]