great photographer

So he knew what the shed in front of him meant.

"Then you said, seeing such an unlucky thing as soon as you go out will affect people's mood, shouldn't he be placed here?"

"It's just the back door, you can go through the other three doors."

"You..." Aunt Huang was stunned back, her voice immediately raised an octave: "Why should I go through the other door, what is he?"

"Then what are you?"

"Hey, you little bastard." Aunt Huang reached out to pinch Hou Jiahao's ear, but he nimbly dodged it. She glared at Hou Jiahao and said, "Didn't your mother teach you how to talk to adults? Why are you so uneducated?" ! Sure enough, what kind of mother taught what kind of son!"

"You say I can, but don't say my mother!" Hou Jiahao stared back fiercely, without losing his momentum at all.

"Why, hitting my son doesn't count, and now you want to hit me?"

"If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Try to hit me?" Aunt Huang pointed at her face, and moved closer to Hou Jiahao, hoping that Hou Jiahao would hit her.

Hou Jiahao took a step forward, and just about to make a move, Song Linhan grabbed him and persuaded him, "Forget it, let's go back and find your lord."

"Wait." Jiang Zheyan pressed the two of them, pointed at Song Linhan and said to the arrogant Aunt Huang, "Do you know who he is?"

"What's the matter if we know each other?" Aunt Huang restrained herself a little, and began to talk about her big reasoning: "The mill compound does not hold funerals, which is recognized by everyone. Even Secretary Song will not go against the citizens."

"First of all, this is not inside the mill compound, but outside. Secondly, Secretary Song will not confront the citizens openly, but in private, it's hard to say." Jiang Zheyan is worthy of being born in a Gaozhi family, and he speaks clearly and logically. "If you offend the Song family, you will just walk around without food."

"What do you mean?"

"Song Linhan is Secretary Song's son, and Du Ziqing is his good friend. You can figure it out yourself."

"You boys are still lawless, aren't you?"

Jiang Zheyan gave Song Linhan a look, motioning for him to say a few words, Song Linhan immediately understood, and said: "Your family is also in business, and the store at the east gate is going to be remodeled recently, I advise you that it is best not to make trouble at this time .”

The aunts glanced at each other, but never heard of the news that the store was going to be remodeled.But Song Linhan is the secretary's son, so it is likely that he overheard something when the adults were chatting.

Getting such big news in advance means that you can make preparations in advance and make connections. As long as the operation is in place and you win a shop with a good location, you can usually make a lot of money.The focus of the aunts was no longer on the mourning hall, and Aunt Huang asked as if leading: "When will it be rebuilt? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"There will be news next month."

"Well, we don't want to find trouble for nothing in this hot day." Aunt Huang fanned the wind with her hand, turned to Boss Du and said, "You should demolish the mourning hall as soon as possible. I see that you haven't demolished it in two days. See if I will report you."

Seeing these aggressive wives let go, Boss Du nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, it will definitely be demolished after tomorrow."

Aunt Huang led several neighbors back to the compound, and they discussed something mysteriously along the way, for fear that others would hear what they were talking about.

Jiang Zheyan looked at the backs of several people leaving, and asked Song Linhan, "Is the shop at the east gate going to be remodeled?"

"You lied to them." Song Linhan said blankly, "My dad just mentioned that the east gate is too messy, and it bothers me."

Hearing this, Boss Du on the side couldn't help but feel a chill down his back.

The children who grew up in the mill compound were indeed not simple, and they didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for Du Ziqing to get in touch with them.

For a period of time after the demolition of the mourning hall, Du Ziqing was depressed and listless every day.When Hou Jiahao had nothing to do, he would bring the two of them to find Du Ziqing, buy him snacks, and take him to play in the yard, but Du Ziqing was always silent and in a low mood.

This afternoon, the three of Hou Jiahao came out from the back door again to look for Du Ziqing. Seeing Du Ziqing sitting in a daze at the door of the small shop, Hou Jiahao couldn't help frowning and said, "What are you talking about him? He hasn't even said much recently."

Song Linhan patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's normal, everyone will be unhappy when Mom is gone."

"So what? We have to cheer him up."

"I think, maybe we need to find some novel and interesting things for him." Song Zheyan continued, "Let him divert his attention, it may be better after a long time."

"It's a novelty..." Hou Jiahao racked his brains for a long time, and finally raised his head excitedly, and said, "I see! You are waiting for me at the small shop, and I will get it."

Hou Jiahao returned home, rummaged in the desk drawer for a long time, and finally found a black thing.This is a birthday present from his parents, a camera, for his birthday at the beginning of this year.He was very excited in the first few weeks when he got the camera, taking pictures everywhere with the camera, but after taking pictures around and finding that there was nothing to shoot, he gradually lost interest.

He had put away the camera for less than half a year. Instead of leaving it to eat ashes, it's better to give it to Du Ziqing to make him happy.

Hou Jiahao’s idea is very good, but as everyone knows, this camera is the first batch of ultra-megapixel digital cameras produced by Olympus. At that time, it was even more expensive than ordinary cars.

Song Linhan saw what Hou Jiahao brought from a distance, and couldn't help but nudged Jiang Zheyan with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Is it okay if he gave this to Du Ziqing?"

"His family is rich, so it should be fine."

"Actually, I really want one too."

"Then tell him about it and see if he will give it to you."

Song Linhan looked back at the well-behaved Du Ziqing, thinking that Hou Jiahao doted on him so much, if Hou Jiahao was asked to choose between the two, he believed that Hou Jiahao would definitely not choose him.However, Song Linhan was not jealous or angry. Du Ziqing lost his mother at a young age, it was indeed pitiful, and he himself was very cute. If he, Song Linhan, had something good, he would give it to his little brother first.

"Forget it, our goal is to make Du Ziqing happy."

After receiving the camera, Du Ziqing really became happy.Boss Du didn't know much about electronic products, and thought it was similar to an ordinary film camera, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but later Hou Jiahao's mother found out that her son had given away such a valuable thing, and was so angry that she withheld all of Hou Jiahao's lucky money.

When Du Ziqing took the camera from Hou Jiahao, he never thought that this thing would change his life.At a young age, he still doesn't know what it is. He just thinks it's amazing that this gadget can freeze the picture.

Hou Jiahao himself didn't know much about cameras, and he could only play around. He roughly demonstrated how to use them, and then handed the camera to Boss Du, asking him to take a group photo of the four of them.

On that early autumn afternoon, four little boys stood side by side in front of the small shop, looking at the camera seriously, as if they were waiting for some important moment.Jiang Zheyan and Song Linhan stood on the left side, putting their shoulders on each other. Song Linhan's other hand did not forget to put Du Ziqing's shoulder standing in the middle.

Hou Jiahao stood on the right side of Du Ziqing, holding Du Ziqing's hand tightly, as if he was a protector.At that time, he didn't realize that he would want to hold this little hand for the rest of his life.

☆、Chapter 6

Time travels back to the present after 20.

Shutter, aperture, sensitivity, all elements are ready, but Du Ziqing standing behind the tripod still has not pressed the shutter.

He carefully observed the camera's display screen, and after thinking for a while, he said to the person sitting on the opposite chair: "Lower your right shoulder, and draw your chin in."

The person being photographed adjusted his posture according to Du Ziqing's instructions, and the image on the monitor instantly became more pleasing to the eye.

I seized the opportunity to press the shutter, and with a click, the flash trigger installed on the top of the camera gave an instant command, triggering the flashes placed on the left and right sides respectively.The strong light made the person on the opposite side blink involuntarily. Du Ziqing quickly pressed the "Check" button. Sure enough, other problems were solved, but his eyes still wandered.

He frowned, this is already the fourth waste film today.

"I repeat, try not to blink."

"Xiao Du, we can take pictures casually, isn't it just a ID photo..." Uncle Wang's eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't help but blink.He knew that Du Ziqing was famous in this small county for his serious work, but he didn't expect to have to go through a lot of trouble to take a photo for his ID.

When he went to the police station to change his ID card, he had never seen such high demands from other police officers.

"You need to take a good ID photo, let's do it again." Du Ziqing took out a tissue and handed it to Uncle Wang, and while Uncle Wang was wiping his eyes, he continued, "The shutter speed is faster than your blinking speed. After you release the shutter, you blink again, so there is no problem. But you are already blinking habitually now, thinking that I am going to take a picture, afraid that you will be flashed, and subconsciously want to close your eyes. You have to overcome this problem. "

"Okay, okay..." Uncle Wang said while wiping his eyes.In his impression, Du Ziqing was always taciturn, but he didn't expect to be so eloquent when taking pictures.

In order not to toss anymore, this time Uncle Wang tried his best to fight against the disobedient eyelids, and finally waited for Du Ziqing to press the shutter before blinking.

Du Ziqing looked at the display screen with satisfaction, and then handed the finished product to Uncle Wang for a look. Uncle Wang immediately beamed with joy, and said in disbelief, "Is this spirited guy?"

"Of course." Du Ziqing smiled lightly, his expression was not as serious as before.

"Everyone says Xiao Du is good at taking pictures, and it really is... well-deserved!" Uncle Wang, who only had an elementary school education, rarely uttered an idiom, which shows how satisfied he is with Du Ziqing's skills.

"I'll process it a little before printing it out, and it will be picked up soon."

"Okay, okay, fuck you, I'll go to the door to smoke a cigarette."

Du Ziqing took out the camera's memory card and connected it to the computer, skillfully opened the PS software to deal with the oily shine on Uncle Wang's face and the broken hair around his ears, then loaded the printer with photo paper, and printed out the arranged ID photos.

Uncle Wang took the ID photo, left 15 yuan and left the photo studio contentedly.

"Thank you, Du, I'll introduce you to business next time."

Du Ziqing didn't answer, but nodded politely.

In fact, whether the studio's business is good or not has nothing to do with him, because he is just a photography assistant with a monthly salary of 1500 yuan.

Generally speaking, no matter how bad a photo studio is, there will be at least one photographer, but as early as four years ago, the photographer of this photo studio resigned and went to a big city to make a living, leaving only the photography assistant Du Ziqing in the studio.However, the boss did not give Du Ziqing a promotion as a matter of course, but just increased his salary from 1000 yuan to 1500 yuan.

The owner of the photo studio is naturally very satisfied with this arrangement.

The barriers to entry in the photography industry are actually very low. Many young people who come to photo studios to work as photography assistants are unable to study, and don't want to wash their hair or serve dishes, so they find a job that looks a little decent.

But in fact, these young people probably haven’t even pressed the shutter. After staying for a while, they can’t learn what they should learn, and the master doesn’t let them touch the camera. They soon lost their patience and chose to resign and change jobs.

But Du Ziqing is different from these people. Although he was only a child when he first came to this small county, and his education was not high, he has strong photography skills, which is no less than that of an old photographer who has worked in a studio for ten years. .

Under normal circumstances, photographers will not allow photography assistants or apprentices to touch the camera directly, and generally let the juniors observe for a year or two before actually teaching the cooking skills.

The photographers in this studio were no exception. Du Ziqing did all the miscellaneous work, and took all the places that needed to be photographed.But he and the owner of the photo studio also know that Du Ziqing can take pictures himself, because he has a Fuji card camera, and whenever the photo studio is out of business, he will take his camera and sneak into the ten-square-meter studio , shooting various still lifes.

I don't know when, the owner of the photo studio began to consciously hand over the work to Du Ziqing, because he found that a photography assistant with a salary of 1000 yuan could shoot better than a photographer with a salary of 2000 yuan.This naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the photographer, and it didn't take long for him to resign and go to a big city on the grounds of poor development here.

After the photographer resigned, the owner of the photo studio didn't find a new assistant, because Du Ziqing was very serious about his work, and usually one person could manage all the big and small things in the photo studio in an orderly manner.

The boss allowed Du Ziqing to take four days off every month, and the time was arranged by himself.As long as Du Ziqing chooses to rest, the boss will guard the store by himself.

However, since Du Ziqing's father passed away a few years ago, except for the studio being closed for more than a dozen days during the Chinese New Year and getting sick due to a cold, Du Ziqing has never taken a vacation again, and he is so dedicated to his work as if he owns the studio.After a long time, the boss doesn't even come to the store very often, but only occasionally comes to get some money, and invites a few friends to play mahjong in a nearby tea house.

This day was no exception. No one made an appointment to take artistic photos, and even the makeup artist was lazy and did not come to work.After seeing off Uncle Wang, Du Ziqing checked the time. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time to clean up and close the door.

The business of photo studios in small county towns is not very good. If you catch up with May Day or National Day, you may be able to connect several big orders for wedding photos, but most of the time, you will not see a single person for a whole day.Therefore, on the days when no one makes an appointment to take pictures, the boss has almost no requirements for the commuting time.

He knew that Du Ziqing liked to go to the surrounding fields or mountains to collect scenery, and every time he went out, he would take a lot of photos and come back.Although he could only say "It's so beautiful" to those photos, and he couldn't say anything professional, but he also knew that Du Ziqing's photography skills were excellent, and it was obviously inferior to him.

After closing the store, Du Ziqing went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables left over from the selection, returned to the rental house less than 1500 square meters, made a simple dinner, and then turned on the desktop computer that cost 7 yuan to browse. The photography website LE[-].

The core elements of photography are neither equipment nor skills, but aesthetics and imagination.

LE7 is the world's top photography website, and many internationally renowned photographers have their own photography columns on LE7.In the early years, when Du Ziqing came into contact with this website for the first time, he was deeply shocked by the works of masters on the website, and then began a long road of study.

Over the past few years, through the imitation of the works of masters, his level has made a qualitative leap, and he has gradually cultivated his unique aesthetics of photography.For many masters' works, he no longer needs a little bit of analysis and experimentation to achieve a similar style, but can understand how Du Ziqing's light and shadow are intertwined in the works just by looking at them.

LE7 is a commercial website, and often receives some photography-related advertisements, some of which are the promotion of photography competitions, and some are new products launched by camera manufacturers.Du Ziqing is not interested in photography competitions, but occasionally clicks on the advertisements of new products, but is usually scared off by the high price.

On this day, as soon as Du Ziqing opened the website, a message popped up in the upper right corner, reminding him that the column of the photographer Fn.H he followed had been updated. Fn.H is the Chinese photographer Du Ziqing admires the most. His iconic works are black and white old street scenes.

Du Ziqing has studied all the works in the Fn.H column, looking forward to his update almost every day.However, the update frequency of Fn.H is very low, and sometimes only one or two sets of photos are posted in half a year. Therefore, when Du Ziqing saw that the column of the idol had been updated, he put down the bowls and chopsticks without thinking about it, and went to get the mouse. In a hurry, he knocked the chopsticks down. He subconsciously went to pick them up, but accidentally knocked over the bowl on the table.

The food was scattered all over the table, and Du Ziqing looked at the mess in front of him, so he could only sigh, took the trash can and paper towels, and cleaned up the table first.The keyboard and mouse were stained with rice grains, he wiped them off one by one, then picked up the remaining half bowl of rice and continued to browse the website.

But when he raised his head, the page on the display screen changed, and a registration form appeared in front of him.He swiped the mouse up and down to look, and it turned out that when he was packing just now, he accidentally clicked into the registration channel of the SIRUI Photography Competition.

Du Ziqing resisted the competition from the bottom of his heart.

The high school he attended was the High School Affiliated to Yanda University. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the top three high schools in the country.

Different from the youthful campus movies on TV, the students in this high school read the English version of the Wall Street Journal from the first year of high school, represented the country in math and physics competitions, and participated in various international club activities.During the winter and summer vacations, their lives are not filled with various cram schools, but learning sports such as diving and equestrianism, or participating in summer camps, and doing non-profit charity activities abroad.

Du Ziqing was at odds with the whole class, and even the whole school.In the previous junior high school, his grades could still be maintained at the upper middle level, but when he came to the High School Attached to Yanda University, his grades were always at the bottom.Once, a girl invited him to participate in an English debate competition, but he refused without thinking.His English level can only cope with the college entrance examination, and he cannot communicate freely in English like other students.

He became increasingly withdrawn, opening up only when he was with his three older brothers, who were seniors in high school.But the three elder brothers also graduated soon, and he was the only one left on campus.

The more ignorant people are, the less they know how to be afraid.But Du Ziqing only realized how small he was after seeing too much and contacting too much.

The same goes for photo contests.

Du Ziqing's photographic equipment is very simple, not even telephoto and wide-angle lenses.Many times, when he imitates the master's works, he can only imitate the charm, but cannot fully imitate it. This is because his equipment is too poor and cannot meet the creation requirements.

Although his works are generally well shot, compared with those who have good equipment, he is subject to too many restrictions, so he doesn't have much confidence to participate in the competition.

Du Ziqing subconsciously wanted to close the page, but when he hovered his mouse over the red button, he hesitated.

☆、Chapter 7

This was the first time Du Ziqing clicked on the registration page of a competition. He never thought that it would be so easy to register for a photography competition.

Name, contact information, subject of photography, time and place of shooting, title of work, uploaded work.

It's that simple.

Although the Internet keeps people from communicating in reality to a certain extent, it also shortens the distance between people to a certain extent.Du Ziqing frowned and hesitated for a while, and finally moved the mouse to the name field.

I have to admit that he is indeed very resistant to the word "competition", but deep down in his heart he still wants to know what his level is.

Anyway, I have already clicked in, and it only takes a few minutes to sign up.Even if he fails, no one will recognize him.

Du Ziqing quickly filled in his name and contact information, chose the theme of humanities photography, and then picked a piece of work he took during the Chinese New Year, filled in the time, place and title of the work, and clicked upload.

The competition requires that entries must be within half a year, and the one chosen by Du Ziqing did not exceed the time limit.

After registering, Du Ziqing quickly exited the registration page and continued to study Fn.H's works.

The work uploaded by Fn.H this time is a street view of Hong Kong. Like other photos, this street view still uses black and white tones.Du Ziqing's works uploaded in this competition are also black and white photos, because he is influenced by Fn.H. When shooting documentary works, he is also used to processing photos into black and white in post-production.

Two months later, Du Ziqing had already completely forgotten about the competition, and continued to repeat the work of the photo studio day after day.

On this day, Wang Po, who sells tea eggs nearby, came to the photo studio early in the morning to chat with Du Ziqing.Du Ziqing didn't think too much about it. After all, he had stayed in this small county for eight years, and he was already very familiar with the neighbors. He guessed that Wang Po had sold out the tea eggs and felt bored, so he came to him on a whim.

Du Ziqing poured Wang Po a cup of tea and heard her talking about how ignorant the young people were recently, but while chatting, he felt that something was wrong.

"Xiao Du, I heard that you recently paid off all the money you owed?"

"Yes, the boss sent some money during the Chinese New Year, and I paid back everything that should be paid."

"You are really pitiful. You borrowed tens of thousands to treat your father's illness, but he still left in the end."

"It's all in the past, Wang Po."

"Okay, okay, let's not mention this." Wang Po changed the subject and asked suddenly: "I said Xiao Du, do you have any plans recently?"

"Intend?"

"Get married." Wang Po patted her thigh with a look of hatred for iron and steel, and said, "Are you 26 this year? You are already old! Do you have any ideas?"

"This..." Du Ziqing hadn't thought about this matter at all, and was suddenly brought up by Wang Po, and didn't know how to answer it.

"Listen to you, there is a girl in the next county, you should know her, and you have taken pictures for others. She has fallen in love with you a long time ago, but, you know, your...how That being said, the conditions are not good."

"..." Du Ziqing was silent, completely unable to understand what Wang Po was talking about.

She continued to explain: "When you were 18 years old and your father came to our county, people with a discerning eye could immediately see that you two, father and son, might have caused some trouble and escaped here. Otherwise, your father would not have I was terrified, hid in the house and couldn't come out, and finally got a strange disease..."

"Wang Po." Du Ziqing interrupted with a frown.

"Okay, don't mention your father, don't mind, Wang Po, I'm straightforward, what can I say." Wang Po apologized, and said: "You don't even have a family here, and you still owe a lot of debts. It's a good thing that a girl from this family can fall in love with you."

"..." Du Ziqing understood, it turned out that Wang Po was here for a matchmaker.

"The girl's family raises chickens. Their family owns the chicken farm on the hillside. They are rich. They don't accept any dowry from you. As long as you promise to marry, you will have a wife and money, so you don't need to stay here." Worked for someone."

"No need, Wang Po, I really like working here."

"Don't think it's unpleasant to be a married woman." Wang Po hurriedly persuaded, "You just paid off your debts, and you are still a poor man. Now that such a big deal is in front of you, you don't want to take it for nothing."

"Thank you for your kindness. I don't plan to start a family for the time being."

"You young man, why don't you listen to the old man's advice."

Wang Po wanted to continue talking, but at this time the owner of the photo studio came in from the outside, and seeing Wang Po in the store, he was also a little surprised: "What's wrong, Wang Po, what do you need to do with Xiao Du?"

"Come and persuade him, the daughter of the chicken farm has taken a fancy to him, what did he say 'I don't want to start a family', what kind of words are you?" After Wang Po finished speaking, she said to Du Ziqing: "Your father died at such a young age. Well, you have to leave something behind for your family."

Du Ziqing looked at Wang Po expressionlessly and stopped talking.

The boss saw that Du Ziqing was a little unhappy, so he quickly said to Po Wang jokingly: "Dare you come here to poach people, Xiao Du is gone, how can I open this studio? You have to take responsibility, Po Wang. "

"You black-hearted boss, you know how to oppress others." Wang Po knew that the owner of the photo studio was not good at talking, and seeing that he was not on her side, she couldn't say anything more, but left a sentence of "come to me when you have figured it out". left the studio.

After Wang Po left, Du Ziqing picked up the feather duster and continued to dust off the photo frames on the wall.The boss looked at him in silence, sat down, lit a cigarette, thought for a while, and said, "You are not suitable for raising chickens."

Du Ziqing didn't stop what he was doing, but just nodded imperceptibly.

"You are not suitable to work here."

This time, Du Ziqing stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the boss.

The boss spit out a circle of eyes, and said slowly: "You should not like the girl from the chicken farm, right? After all, she is from a big city."

"I'm not..." Du Ziqing subconsciously denied.

"How can children in rural areas grow up playing with cameras?"

The boss was right, and Du Ziqing didn't know how to respond.

"You are not suitable to stay in this county. You are very talented, and staying here will only bury you. After so many years, the past should be over, so let's go back where we came from."

"..." Du Ziqing was silent for a while, and asked, "Am I fired?"

"The choice is yours, think about it for yourself."

After the boss finished speaking, he got up and took out 100 yuan from the cash drawer, waved it in front of Du Ziqing, and said excitedly, "Yesterday, I ordered several sticks, and I can see that I won them all back today."

The corners of Du Ziqing's mouth trembled, but he didn't say anything after all.

In the past eight years, Du Ziqing never thought about returning to Yanjing City.Even before his death, his father told him not to go back, because that was not his world.

When Du Ziqing was 17 years old, his father found him a young and beautiful stepmother.He can't accept it, so the relationship with his family is becoming more and more alienated.He didn't know that this stepmother actually had a gambling addiction. Not only did she lose all the family's money, but Du Ziqing's father also got involved in gambling and owed a large amount of usury.

When he knew all this, it was just a few days after his 18th birthday.The father packed his luggage in a panic, saying that his stepmother had been kidnapped suddenly, and something might have happened, so he asked Du Ziqing to pack his things quickly and run away with him.

Du Ziqing's first reaction was to go find his brothers, but his father's words stunned him to the spot——

"How long are you going to be a parasite? People will only look down on you more and more!!"

Is he a parasite?

It seems... what my father said was right.Without the help of the Hou family, he would not have been able to attend the High School Attached to Yanda University.

What the boss said made Du Ziqing a little at a loss about his future. He opened the door in a trance, laid his whole body on the bed, looked at the ceiling as if empty, his mind went blank.

After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang suddenly.Du Ziqing took out the phone mechanically, opened the flip and put it next to his ear, and said "Hello" unconsciously.

A clear and pleasant female voice came from the phone.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Du Ziqing?"

Only then did Du Ziqing come to his senses, took down his phone and looked at it, it was a number from Yanjing City. "Yes, may I ask if you are..."

"Hi, I'm Liang Xiaomei, a staff member of the organizer of the SIRUI Photography Award. Do you have a confirmation email?"

"Mail...?" Du Ziqing sat up from the bed, went to the desk and turned on the computer.Looking at the system that has been loaded for a long time and has not responded, he said with some embarrassment: "Wait a moment, the computer is a bit slow to start..."

"Ok."

Liang Xiaomei turned on the power amplifier, and took advantage of the gap to look up at her boss. She didn't know why she had to make this call as an assistant to the general manager.

Two minutes later, a surprised voice came from the other end of the phone: "I, I won the prize?"

"That's right, you won the first prize in the photography competition of the humanities group. The exhibition of the winning works will be held this weekend. I need to book a ticket for you as soon as possible. Could you tell me your ID number and specific address?"

"Winning...exhibition?" Du Ziqing was completely ignorant of the competition.

"That's right, it will be held in Yanjing City. At that time, you will have access to many mainstream media, which will also be very helpful for your work." Liang Xiaomei explained.

However, Du Ziqing on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Can I not go?"

"Uh..." The unexpected answer made Liang Xiaomei, who had been in the workplace for a long time, not know how to answer. She looked at the boss beside her, and saw that he quickly wrote the word "bonus" on the white paper.

"The first prize works can get a bonus of 10 yuan, which needs to be collected on the spot."

"Is that so..."

Du Ziqing was silent again. 10 yuan is not a small amount. Not only can he replace a full-frame SLR camera, he can also buy his favorite lens...

Well, go and get the prize and come back.

Du Ziqing made up his mind, and said, "My ID card is XXX..., I live in XX County, City Z..."

"Okay, I will book a ticket for you as soon as possible, please pay attention to your email at any time."

"Okay, by the way, is the ticket sent to me?"

"Ah?" Liang Xiaomei was asked again.

"Sorry, I've never been on a plane..."

"Uh, I'll book the nearest airport for you. You can check in directly at the airport with your ID card. You can check on Baidu for details."

"Okay, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Xiaomei breathed a sigh of relief, but the boss raised her eyebrows and asked, "Baidu? Why don't you teach him a little bit?"

"...I'll send a detailed flight instruction to his email right away."

"it is good."

"boss."

"how?"

"who is he?"

The Sirui Photography Award has been held for four years, and no one has ever received such treatment.No matter how famous the young photographer is, the winner will buy the air ticket first, and then ask the organizer for reimbursement.

When the award notification was sent out earlier, the email this person received was also edited separately.The boss was waiting for him to reply to the email every day, and seeing that the exhibition was imminent, she made her take the initiative to call him.

Seeing Liang Xiaomei looking at him gossipingly, Hou Jiahao stood up, walked to the window, faced out the window and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

The author has something to say: Liang Xiaomei: I feel that you are grateful to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Mine]: 1 in He Nian;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

He Nian 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

☆、Chapter 8

Located in the Yanshan villa area on the outskirts of Yanjing City, a sleek black Ferrari parked in front of an antique villa. The owner of the sports car - a man wearing a mask slammed on the gate of the villa. .

"Jiang Zheyan, come out to me!" The man pulled the mask out a slit, and shouted into it at the top of his lungs.

In order to make the work more perfect, Jiang Zheyan edited the manuscript for two nights, and finally changed the manuscript so that he could accept it.He planned to take a good night's sleep, but not long after he lay down, there was a loud noise from the door, which made it impossible for him to fall asleep at all.

With veins all over his body, he called the property management and scolded the other party. The property management then called two security guards and came to his house.

"Who are you, what are you yelling about?" The uniformed security guard walked up to the suspicious man, and was about to stop him from knocking on the door, but the man stopped and took a look at him.

"Song...Song Linhan..."

That's right, the suspicious man in front of him is the big star Song Linhan.The two security guards hesitated for a moment, neither to stop nor not to stop, they could only look at each other, not knowing what to do.

Song Linhan turned his head and continued to slam the door: "Jiang Zheyan, get out quickly, there's no use in calling the security guard!"

Jiang Zheyan's patience reached the limit, he sat up suddenly from the bed, went downstairs in three steps at a time, and opened the door.

It really was this guy.

He was about to get angry, but the words that were already on his lips were swallowed by Song Linhan's words.

"Du Ziqing is back."

The familiar name made him stunned for a moment, but soon he came back to his senses and said to Song Linhan: "Wait for me for a while, I'll go change my clothes."

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