Chapter 675 Taking Photos

After having a meal at Master Wu's house, Chen Qing took the things that Wu Xiuzhen sent to Senior Lin and went back to the guesthouse first. Then he visited several other masters in the same way.

After running for two consecutive days, Chen Qing was exhausted.

On the second to last day before leaving Hai City, Chen Qing went to the Finance Department to sign the contract.

When signing the contract, Director Zhou said, "We will send someone to your factory to inspect your order in a while. I hope Comrade Chen will not let us down."

Chen Qing: "Don't worry, we will do our best."

The contract was signed.

Five hundred thousand in hand!

Zhang Qiuhong led her out and invited her to a restaurant for dinner.

The facade is not ostentatious, but once Chen Qing walked in, he felt like he had stepped into another time and space.

The velvet curtains hung thickly, blocking out the hustle and bustle of East Road, and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling cast a warm light.

The two were led by the waiter to the reserved seat. Chen Qing still remembered that every time she stepped into the French restaurant, jazz music was played, but now the gramophone was playing the melody of "The Red Detachment of Women".

A magical combination of Chinese and French.

Chen Qing could feel the righteousness.

Zhang Qiuhong ordered the dishes and soon a dish of onion soup was served.

Chen Qing admires incompetence.

In her previous life, she often went to seemingly high-end places, but she had a purely Chinese palate and was really not interested in foreign things.

Zhang Qiuhong saw that her eating movements had become more elegant and...slow, and said with a smile, "Don't you like eating?"

"Well, wild boars can't eat fine bran."

"Haha, you're quite frank. Some of the dishes will taste just average. Foreign food is just for the novelty. But I've ordered steak and chestnut cake. They're both delicious."

Zhang Qiuhong considers herself a gourmet.

So she knows a lot of chefs.

Once you are familiar with it, you can order dishes.

This kind of high-end restaurant is perfect for coaxing little boys...

When they arrive in an unfamiliar area, they will become uneasy and occasionally behave in an ugly way, but in the end they will develop a cult for her.

Zhang Qiuhong knew that this was Chen Qing's first time in Hai City, so she brought her here to eat. She didn't have the habit of wanting to see her make a fool of herself. She just wanted Chen Qing to be more yearning for Hai City. Unexpectedly, she was also straightforward and dared to admit that she didn't like high-end foreign food.

When Chen Qing heard the words steak and chestnut cake, his eyes lit up.

I couldn't help but think of her Xiaoyu again.

Xiaoyu is a little foodie.

I like to eat delicious and crispy things.

I also like desserts very much.

If Xiaoyu could come to Hai City, she would be able to taste the cake.

Chen Qing silently made a note of the activity of bringing the children to Hai City for a trip.

When the steak was served, Chen Qing started eating skillfully.

Zhang Qiuhong glanced at her and saw that she was contented. She could only sigh that young people with insight were different. They would never show anything close to admiration for Western food.

What she didn't know was that Chen Qing was numb from eating Western food in his previous life.

The two of them ate slowly and gradually brought the topic back on track.

Zhang Qiuhong talked about the cooperation with Hai City Garment Factory: "I heard that you are going to establish a vocational school."

She already has a thorough understanding of the scale of the vocational school.

There are big guys helping out!

You learn real skills, receive top-notch compensation, and right next to the country's most popular summer sportswear factory!

It is considered the best technical school in the industry.

Chen Qing: "Does Sister Zhang have any advice?"

"I want to cooperate with you. We will arrange for Hai City's internal employees to study, and later we can give you a place in the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University of the Garment Factory."

Zhang Qiuhong knew that people in Haishi's clothing industry were rather arrogant. She wanted this group of people to go to Guangdong Province to see how far they had developed. She wanted to first let a group of people overturn the illusion that Haishi dominated the clothing industry, and then let them improve the current situation and catch up with Chen Qing!

Chen Qing: "How many people are you going to arrange? And how many quotas for Haishi workers, peasants and soldiers can we get?"

Zhang Qiuhong: "We will arrange ten people, and you can get five places as workers, peasants and soldiers."

Chen Qing frowned slightly.

The college entrance examination was resumed a few years later.

Workers, peasants and soldiers college students are not recognized by society.

"Sister Zhang, I'm very sorry. I need to go back and discuss the specific details of the cooperation with the people at the factory. I can't make a decision on my own, but I can assure you that I welcome people from Hai City who work in the clothing industry to come to our technical school to study."

Zhang Qiuhong smiled and drank a glass of wine: "Of course no problem, I believe you."

Once people are in a high position for a long time, they naturally feel oppressed.

Facing her pressure, Chen Qing responded with a decisive move: "That's good."

Zhang Qiuhong paused slightly as she put her glass down, then burst into laughter. Then, with a loving look in her eyes, she asked, "Xiaoqing, you have to go back tomorrow afternoon, right? Did you take any photos? I can recommend a veteran photographer to take your pictures."

"Thank you, Sister Zhang."

"You're welcome."

The two of them ate the sweet and soft chestnut cake as the conversation came to an end.

Chen Qing was a little reluctant to give up the chestnut cake.

The chestnut cake does not have a straightforward saccharin taste. It has distinct layers, with dense cream, sweet chestnut paste, and soft cake base. You can feel the ultimate sense of happiness with every bite.

She used to think cake didn't exist.

It was 1973 after all.

An era of hard struggle.

But no matter what era, there seems to be a group of people who know how to enjoy life.

After leaving the restaurant, Chen Qing went to the Friendship Store to harvest some goods.

On the last day of their stay in Hai City, Chen Qing took the two of them to take photos.

Master Jin met up with Chen Qing with his twin-lens reflex camera.

Master Jin took them to a vantage point that could take in both the buildings of various nations and the ships on the river.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky. He said, "Director Chen, let's wait for a cloud. The sun is too strong right now, and the shadows on our faces are heavy. It would be best to wait for a cloud to soften the light."

He set up the tripod, carefully fixed the Seagull camera, then picked up the light meter, aimed it at Lin Wei's face and the background building, and calculated the best exposure combination in his mind.

The three of them were stunned.

The three of them waited until they had the clouds that Master Jin needed before they began to take pictures, their movements constantly changing.

The shooting angle was novel, but when Master Jin looked at Chen Qing in the camera, there was excitement in his eyes that belonged to a photographer.

She was wearing a black dress with a flared hem, and her hair was a little curly for some reason. When it fluttered in the wind, a few strands of hair were sensibly arranged in appropriate arcs. She had black hair and red lips, and she had a strong aura. Her peach blossom eyes were moving, beautiful but with a sense of distance that kept strangers away, but overall she looked bright and noble.

People passing by kept looking back.

Is this a movie poster shot by a female star?

Qin Sanhua's face turned red and Wang Shitou was at a loss.

Her beauty was very aggressive, and the two people standing next to her didn't know how to react.

Master Jin: "Ladies with pigtails, don't puff up your cheeks."

Qin Sanhua blushed and said, "Master, did you take a picture of me? That's enough. Why don't you take more pictures of the factory director?"

Master Jin said without hesitation: "Sure!"

(End of this chapter)