Chapter 96 Stunning Photography
Fu Liangxia raised an eyebrow: "Big sister?"
The fan club members were very observant. Upon seeing this, a girl immediately trotted out from the group, holding up a tablet and reporting in a serious tone, "Today is the president's first day in office. We've bought every LED screen outside the city's buildings to announce this. Please review it."
Fu Liangxia was reminded by her that she had indeed become the president of the fan club at the request of the system. However, Bao En also said at that time that it was not easy to gain the recognition of the members. What was going on now?
And this strange name?
She reached out and took the tablet from the other person's hand, then quickly closed it after just one glance.
It's so shameful.
The fan club actually took out her enrollment photo and photoshopped it onto a promotional poster that read "Welcome the new president to join Su Shao's fan club" and released it widely.
Fu Liangxia's eyes gradually lost their luster.
She reached out and pulled Bourne over, gritted her teeth and whispered, "Did you do that on purpose?"
Is this a deliberate revenge on her?
Bao En said seriously, "Every president has to go through this process when he takes office. It proves that the new president is recognized by the core members of the fan club and also makes the members below familiar with him."
Fu Liangxia exhaled: "Can it be removed?"
Bourne: "The money has been paid."
Fu Liangxia: "..."
She finally understood why Su Xingshu looked at her like that just now, and why he praised her projection in a strange way.
I was completely mistaken for being the number one fan.
Fu Liangxia covered her forehead and asked her, "Why so sudden?" He suddenly recognized her without going through any formalities.
Bao En whispered back, "Because of President Cheng's matter, they think that your good relationship with the president is equivalent to your good relationship with Young Master Su, so..."
Fu Liangxia understood, he was indeed a noble son who could adapt to the situation.
"What's with this name?"
"Because everyone on campus generally believes that 'President' refers to Young Master Cheng, to avoid suspicion, we all call her 'Big Sister' outside."
It sounded reasonable, but Fu Liangxia felt something was amiss. This feeling of announcing to the world that she was the president of Su Xingshu's fan club...
She was thinking about how to get them to change the way they addressed each other. When she pulled down the projection screen, a hand suddenly reached out from her side and took the tablet from her hand.
She turned her head and saw Fu Haoyao staring at the tablet in his hand with a frown on his face. The originally excited crowd all quieted down.
"Boring." He stuffed the tablet back into Fu Liangxia's arms and asked Bao En beside him, "Are you guys a gang? And the boss?"
Fu Haoyao then looked down at Fu Liangxia and said, "Are you still playing such childish things with them?"
Fu Liangxia vaguely felt that Fu Haoyao's tone was strange, but after looking at his expression, she saw nothing unusual, so she explained, "Joining the club can add credits."
Fu Haoyao choked for a moment, then angrily said, "Who doesn't have a fan club?" and strode away.
Xu Ke behind them looked at them, then looked at Fu Haoyao's back, sighed, and followed closely.
After the others disappeared, Bao En tentatively asked, "Young Master Fu, are you... jealous?"
Fu Liangxia faced the inquiring gazes from everyone around her and said calmly, "He probably wants to be screencast too."
The members of Fu Haoyao's fan club in the corner looked enlightened when they heard this.
Then not long after that day, Fu Liangxia's advertising was withdrawn and replaced with Fu Haoyao's. Su Xingshu's fan club scolded the other party for being shameless.
Of course, this is all in the past.
Fu Liangxia is now sitting in the car on the way to Baiyan Company.
This is the most prosperous entertainment area, where all entertainment industries are located, including Bai Yan's design company.
Unlike the studios on campus, the products here are high-end lines and regular, mass-produced items. Before stepping into this area, she imagined it would be a busy, simple workspace like the one in "The Devil Wears Prada." Models came and went, and the air was filled with the scent of flowers and money.
However, when she actually walked in, it was as gorgeous as she had imagined, but it was also very quiet. Everyone was silent, walking hurriedly but carefully, as if they were afraid of angering anyone.
A short man was sprinting from one side of the corridor to the other, roaring in a low voice, "All filming personnel, get in position! Hurry up!"
Bai Yan seemed accustomed to this. He calmly walked through the chaos and entered the photography studio at the end.
Inside, a tall, thin woman was leaning over the camera. The model facing the camera had red hair, blue eyes, and a delicate face. She looked somewhat familiar. She was wearing the dress Bai Yan had shown her, and she was making coquettish gestures towards the camera.
Bai Yan said nothing, took Fu Liangxia to the side, and watched the filming quietly.
However, less than three minutes after sitting down, Fu Liangxia saw the woman who seemed to be the photographer shouting to stop one after another, and in the end even the model began to feel uneasy.
"That's Brooklyn, the official model of C family." Bai Yan whispered in her ear.
Only then did she realize where her familiarity with the model came from. Brooklyn was always the finale of every C-brand show, but now she has not been able to take photos that would satisfy the photographer.
Even this time, her limbs were stiff as she moved, and her expression began to faintly collapse, but she seemed to be considering something and not revealing it.
I don’t know if it’s because of the Bai family’s influence or simply because of the photographer.
"Sorry, again, I didn't adjust it properly," she said in French.
"No need." Two voices sounded at the same time, the former was the voice of a woman who had lost her patience, and the latter was the voice of Bai Yan who was sitting on the side.
The photographer looked over when he heard the voice. He paused when his eyes swept over Fu Liangxia beside him, then turned his gaze back to Brooklyn and replied in French, "You are not suitable."
Brooklyn's expression froze, and she tried to continue fighting, but the photographer had already walked towards Fu Liangxia and Bai Yan.
As she got closer, Fu Liangxia noticed that the photographer had a face that looked like a lesbian, somewhat similar to Bai Yan. Her eyes were slightly raised, and her medium-length hair was casually tied back. She looked her up and down, "Is this the little model you were talking about?"
Her voice was loud, making Fu Liangxia the focus of everyone's attention.
Brooklyn looked at her and suddenly sneered, expressing her disdain with her expression.
Bai Yan nodded: "I heard that your filming was not going well."
The woman remained noncommittal. "Do you think she's okay? She doesn't look like a professional model, but she's pretty."
She looked her over like a ruler, without a trace of emotion, and commented.
"You can try." Bai Yan said, "What do you think, aunt?"
"Let me be frank upfront. I won't lower my standards just because you're my friend." Bai Luo instructed his assistant to take her to change clothes and said to Bai Yan.
"Of course, but I don't think you'll be disappointed."
"So confident?"
When Fu Liangxia followed her assistant to change clothes, she heard the conversation between the two faintly coming from behind her.
It doesn't sound as simple as just taking a promotional photo.
Fu Liangxia pondered secretly and asked the assistant who brought her into the dressing room, "Teacher Bai seems to be very strict about this shoot?"
The assistant, who was sending someone to get Brooklyn's changed dress and iron it, took a moment to reply, "Of course, these photos will not only be printed in the product catalog, but also sent as a competition entry to the International Photography Association."
"You know, the one with the theme of 'Dark Glory' this year."
Fu Liangxia didn't know, but the assistant apparently thought that with the popularity of that competition, everyone should know about it, so she nodded with a smile and said, "I see."
She roughly understood the current situation. It was not only that Bai Yan needed a model, but more importantly, Bai Luo could not take the photos he wanted, so he offered a high price of 10 million.
But, can she do it?
Fu Liangxia likes money, but she knows better what kind of money she can make.
Human abilities are limited, so she'd be confident in investment analysis or stock trading, as that's her area of expertise. But could she be a model, especially one for a professional photography competition?
"Don't be too nervous. Since the teacher confirmed we're going to compete, there have been over a hundred supermodels who've come for interviews. Add in the so-called campus beauties and internet celebrities, and the total is over two thousand. But the teacher has only been able to try out the photos for them," the assistant said. "Since the teacher let you try, it proves you have the right qualities."
There were more people than she had imagined, just for those ten million?
Fu Liangxia didn't think so.
Not to mention that this money is nothing to her, even for those supermodels, it is not a reason for them to come all the way to compete.
She silently wondered what she had missed, but before she could figure it out, she heard her assistant say, "You don't seem that utilitarian, which is good. Unlike those supermodels, who have greed in their eyes."
Fu Liangxia did not respond to this. She seemed to know why these supermodels came.
Perhaps it’s not just for the Bai family, but also for greater visibility and the possibility of being noticed by the powerful.
Photography is a game for the rich. Those who can enter the International Photography Association are naturally wealthy. It is a shortcut for models and internet celebrities who are struggling in the world of fame and fortune.
She put on the skirt with the help of two dressers, and her heart was calm.
Because she doesn't need these "opportunities" and all she wants is 10 million. If she can do it, it would be great, who would think it's too much money? But if she can't do it, it doesn't matter, she won't feel too regretful.
She smoothed the hem of her skirt, and the hip-hugging design showed off her graceful curves. The black leather gloves and metal anklets added a sharp touch to the already charming skirt.
When Fu Liangxia walked out of the fitting room, she clearly saw the surprise that flashed in Bai Yan and Bai Luo's eyes.
She was not too surprised by the result because when she put on the dress, she felt that her name was engraved on it.
She is not a pure white swan that knows nothing of the world, nor a charming black swan wandering in the dark night. She is an eagle that grows in darkness and tries her best to grasp that glory.
Unstoppable and unparalleled in beauty.
As Fu Liangxia walked out step by step, the originally chaotic photo studio suddenly became quiet until she walked in front of the curtain. Bai Luo suddenly strode over, held the camera tightly, and took two quick pictures.
Then Bai Luo grabbed the camera, lowered his head and looked at the photo in the lens for a while, then smiled at Fu Liangxia: "Not bad."
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Bai Yan beside her and handed him the camera. "She reminds me of Pandora in ancient Greek mythology, who was endowed with charm and temptation by the gods, the purest evil. This dress seems to have been made for her."
Bai Yan was immediately drawn to the photo in the camera. He stared at it for a moment, as if being sucked into a whirlpool. After a long moment of inattention, he suddenly said, "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I can't think of anyone more suitable than her." Bai Luo instructed his assistant, "Make an appointment with the National Theatre. They're clearing the theater tonight, and..."
After she finished giving her instructions, she remembered to ask Fu Liangxia: "Honey, you are free tonight, right?"
Fu Liangxia remembered that they had agreed to resume tutoring Fu Haoyao tonight, and also to take care of Cheng Xingzhou out of formality. The latter could be done at any time, but as for the former... he could talk to Fu Langshu about it, as he shouldn't need a day like this.
"Maybe," she said.
In front of ten million, there is no such thing as not having time.
The model was finally confirmed, and the assistant, who had been working non-stop, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After finalizing the schedule, she helped Fu Liangxia change out of her dress and casually said, "You have a charming aura. Honestly, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen wearing this dress. Everything about it is just right."
The assistant was a girl from Latin America. She was very enthusiastic and spoke very fluently at noon. I had no reservations about praising her.
It was completely different from Bai Luo's previous attitude.
Fu Liangxia expressed her gratitude politely. Although she was happy to be praised like this, it was far less touching than ten million.
After changing out of her skirt, she put on her school uniform and leaned on the counter in front of the bathroom mirror to send a message to Fu Langshu.
Using the simplest language and the simplest reason, Fu Liangxia simply described the situation and sent it over.
The person on the other end seemed to be looking at their phone and replied quickly: [Shooting?]
Fu Liangxia tapped her fingers lightly: [Hmm.]
Seeing this, Fu Langshu on the other end of the phone murmured, "Bai family..."
However, before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of ping-pong coming from upstairs.
Fu Lang walked upstairs slowly, not in a hurry to reply to Fu Liangxia's message, and looked towards the source of the voice——
Fu Haoyao was seen fiddling with his accessories in front of a full-length mirror, with sweatshirts and jeans scattered on the ground next to him.
"Are you going out?" Fu Langshu asked, leaning against the door.
"What..." Fu Haoyao saw him and immediately pushed the clothes on the ground aside as if to cover up. He said unnaturally, "No, I just tried it casually, there is no other meaning."
After saying that, without waiting for Fu Langshu's reaction, he stepped out of the cloakroom and strode towards his room.
She is wearing a sophisticated outfit that is described as "simple but with big wins".
Seeing this, Fu Langshu paused and suddenly laughed.
Just try it?
When had he ever cared so much about dressing up?
It’s just to meet someone later.
It’s a pity that I’m afraid he won’t be able to get what he wants.
Fu Langshu looked at the tightly closed door, took out his phone, raised the corners of his lips, and replied slowly: [Okay, I'll tell Xiaoyao, the filming went smoothly :)]
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