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"80," Su Xingyu suddenly said.
Ling Weilong, who was struggling with the equipnt, stopped for a mont, "What 80?"
"Your lens is the Feiying 80, rarely used dostically because its polishing process is rather unique. Compared to other similar lenses, it has higher requirents for light, position, and composition; a slight mistake can easily distort the photos taken." Su Xingyu’s clear eyes looked at him as she spoke logically, "Generally, people who use this lens are very confident in their photography skills, because it’s hard to find the right angles, and those with low output rates are too lazy to fuss with it. I guess your photo output rate is high, which ans you don’t need to move the tripod and lights frequently, so whether or not I can carry the equipnt is just a minor issue. If you really mind not being able to move the equipnt, you can carry it yourself. All I need to do is fine-tune the equipnt to the proper angle."
Ling Weilong looked at her, dumbfounded, for a long ti, and scratched his ear, "What?"
The HR was also dumbfounded; what did this little girl just say? As a little assistant, she actually suggested that the photographer move the equipnt himself so righteously? "Wait, that’s not what she ant..." The HR quickly tried to smooth things over; she didn’t want the partnership to fall through, and if she couldn’t find another assistant for Ling Weilong, her boss might suspect her work ability.
"Go, go, go." Ling Weilong said irritably, shooing people away.
HR beca anxious, "Ling Weilong, please reconsider, this little girl is quite good..."
"I an you should leave, go, go, go," Ling Weilong waved his hand as if shooing flies and pointed to Su Xingyu, "She stays."
The HR was overjoyed and left eagerly.
Su Xingyu also let out a sigh of relief; does this an she’s been accepted?
She looked at the man in front of her, smiled lightly, and introduced herself, "Hello, my na is..."
"Your na is not important," the man bent down to assemble the equipnt and casually tossed a cara to her, "Catch. I don’t care where you learned this nonsense, analyzing soone’s photography habits from a small lens; hopefully, your practical skills are as sharp as your words–rember, you’re just a temporary assistant now. Whether you stay or not will be decided after we finish shooting this round of photos." He spoke as he lifted a heavy tripod with one hand and carried two giant photography equipnt bags with the other, signaling Su Xingyu to follow.
Su Xingyu watched him walk out easily, feeling impressed–
Truly worthy of soone accustod to working solo; this arm strength is unbeatable!
She glanced at the cara in her hand and followed him.
Passing through the office area, they arrived at the magazine’s in-house studio.
Once inside, Su Xingyu was surprised; in the studio, many staff mbers surrounded a female model like stars around the moon. It was Su Xingqi! Ling Weilong was going to shoot her?!
Su Xingqi, wearing a beautiful outfit, with bright makeup, was chatting with staff while sipping coffee. She inadvertently looked up, saw her, and her expression changed imdiately. "What are you doing here?!" she exclaid.
Everyone turned to look at Su Xingyu.
Ling Weilong placed the heavy equipnt bag on the ground and called Su Xingyu over to prepare, casually asking, "You two know each other?"
"Yes, she is..." Su Xingyu was about to answer.
Su Xingqi hurriedly interrupted her, "We’re in a work setting now; no need to discuss irrelevant matters. We both need to work well, right?" After saying this, perhaps realizing her tone was too harsh, she gave a friendly smile.
Su Xingyu was slightly taken aback, suddenly understanding that Ling Weilong’s ordering her around was seen by Su Xingqi, who probably didn’t want to acknowledge having a sister working as a little assistant in front of so many people. Currently, Su Xingqi is a popular model, and her family background is portrayed as perfect by the dia, like a princess. It would be embarrassing if people found out her sister is just a minor assistant.
However, this is fine.
Su Xingyu was long tired of playing the sisterly love ga, better to be strangers. She lowered her head, opened Ling Weilong’s equipnt bag, and followed his instructions to assemble and position the equipnt, ignoring Su Xingqi.
Su Xingqi’s friendly smile hung in the air, thoroughly ignored.
Her smile turned stiff, her fingers clenched into fists at her side, yet she couldn’t act out in front of everyone.
Ling Weilong didn’t care at all about the undercurrent between them, quickly setting up the shot, clearing the scene, leaving only Su Xingyu, the temporary assistant, by his side. Su Xingqi took her position in front of the light panels.
This shoot was focused on the outfit Su Xingqi was wearing.
It was a well-known dostic brand for girls’ clothing, their fall-winter collection, irreplaceable.
Ling Weilong checked the lighting, dissatisfied, and said to Su Xingqi, "Tilt your face slightly to the left, tidy your hair, soften your gaze, make it hazy, don’t look too aggressive."
Su Xingqi said, "I look better tilting to the right in photos."
Ling Weilong sneered, "You think we’re shooting you? We’re shooting the outfit on you!"
Su Xingqi bit her lip, said no more. Photographic this brand’s clothing was an opportunity she had worked hard to secure; she couldn’t ruin it, but why was this photographer so clueless, daring to contradict her!
Su Xingqi was very angry; when she’s angry, she carries emotions, although Ling Weilong told her to soften, she couldn’t manage it.
Ling Weilong felt frustrated again, ordered Su Xingyu, "Go help her fix her hair, honestly, being a model for so many years and can’t even manage such a small style. Let a strand fall forward–yes, just one strand... too much, too much, back, back."
Su Xingyu followed his instructions to adjust Su Xingqi’s look.
At an angle where Ling Weilong couldn’t see, Su Xingqi coldly glared at her, as if she wanted to vent all the anger received from Ling Weilong onto Su Xingyu. Su Xingyu pretended not to see, she wasn’t so bored as to carry emotions into work.
Her fingers skillfully sorted the strands of hair by Su Xingqi’s cheeks, not noticing the silent opening of the studio door.
A man’s figure appeared at the doorway.
Su Xingqi looked past Su Xingyu’s body to the man, suddenly turning her face to the side, "Oh!" Her face brushed against Su Xingyu’s fingers, and she imdiately shouted, "My face! Why did you scratch with your nails?!"
Su Xingyu had not yet reacted, when a roar ca from the doorway, "Su Xingyu, what are you doing?!"
A man leaped forward, grabbing her wrist and twisting it behind her, with such force she feared her hand might be dislocated. She winced from the pain but endured it without crying out, turning her head, seeing Qin Mu.
Qin Mu looked at her with eyes blazing, "How could you be so vicious? Knowing how important Qiqi’s face is, you deliberately scratched her! When Qiqi’s agent told they saw you here just now, I didn’t believe it, but you indeed sneaked into the studio to hurt her!"
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