Bad guys always say they are not bad guys!
After the unfortunate experience of encountering human traffickers when renting a house last time, Shao Jingque was now much more vigilant. He turned around and walked out with a defensive look on his face.
Don’t let yourself get hurt by not being able to borrow the camera.
After realizing that his exaggerated behavior had frightened people, the young boss quickly explained:
"Comrade, I'm sorry, did I scare you? My name is Rong Yongsi, and I'm the owner of this photo studio. I'm not a bad person. Look, my name is on the business license."
Shao Jingque stopped and looked at the wall in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, he saw the operator's name on the business license hanging on the wall, Rong Yongsi.
Shao Jingque stopped when he saw that the young man was really the owner of the photo studio.
After all, she still wanted to borrow a camera, at least to handle tomorrow's promotional activities.
Rong Yongsi saw her stop and smiled brightly:
"Comrade, are you here to take a photo? You're so beautiful. If you agree to let me put your photo on the glass window for display, I can take one for you for free!"
As soon as he saw Shao Jingque's appearance, he was immediately struck by her beauty - that delicate and petite face, cherry lips and beautiful nose, and the most stunning thing were those almond-shaped eyes with sparkling watery light, as bright as spring flowers and as bright as the autumn moon.
If she agreed to let him take a photo of her and display it in the window, it would be a living signboard for his photo studio and would definitely attract many customers.
This man was quite straightforward in his compliments. Shao Jingque curled up the corners of his mouth and shook his head at him:
"Hello, boss. I'm not here to take pictures. I have something I want to discuss with you. Can you do me a favor?"
When Rong Yongsi heard that Shao Jingque didn't want to take pictures, he was suddenly a little depressed. Such a beautiful girl is rare to come across, at least this is the first time he has met one in his life.
But the beautiful girl asked him for help so politely, and he was embarrassed to refuse directly, so he asked:
"It's okay if you don't want to shoot. Tell me, how can I help you?"
He thought it was just a small matter like losing his wallet or asking for directions, and he was happy to do it.
Shao Jingque's eyes fell on the shelf behind him, and suddenly it lit up. In addition to various photo frames displayed there, there was also a handheld camera.
She was delighted and said sweetly:
"Boss, this is what I mean. I'm an employee of the Ning City Art Troupe. Our troupe's camera broke a few days ago. I'm in a hurry to attend an important event tomorrow and need to take photos to record it. So, I'd like to borrow a camera from your studio."
"If you're worried, I can write you an IOU and leave my work ID with you. I guarantee I'll return the camera that same day."
Rong Yongsi was shocked. He didn't expect Shao Jingque to make such a request. Without thinking, he refused:
"No, that won't work. The photo studio has to be open tomorrow. If I lend you my camera, the photo studio will have to close."
It turned out that it was no less wealthy than the state-owned photo studios. Not only did its storefront occupy the best location, but the interior of the studio, covering an area of 70 to 80 square meters, was spacious and bright, and it had several desktop and handheld cameras.
His private photo studio could only afford to rent a storefront on the corner of a commercial street, which was less than 20 square meters, and he relied on this second-hand handheld camera to operate.
Isn't borrowing his camera the same as borrowing his life?
Although she had expected to be rejected, Shao Jingque didn't want to give up as she had no other options. She thought for a moment and asked:
"Boss, how many customers who come to take photos can your store usually receive in a day?"
A trace of embarrassment crossed Rong Yongsi's face. The photo studio had been open for a month, and he didn't know if it was because of his original location choice or his photography skills, but there were very few customers entering the store every day. Occasionally someone came in to take a photo, and he would be so happy that he would eat two more bowls of white rice when he went home in the evening.
But he was still a young man full of vigor and he did not want to lose face in front of the pretty girl, so he answered with a stiff upper lip:
"We just opened, so there aren't many people, maybe two or three a day!"
Shao Jingque nodded thoughtfully, then said:
"How about this? On behalf of our art troupe, I'll hire you for a day to take photos for us at the event. I'll pay you five dollars a day. Is that okay?"
Shao Jingque felt that the reason he didn't want to lend the camera, besides affecting his business, was most certainly because he was afraid of damage or loss.
Now she is lending people as well, taking into account the studio's daily turnover and labor costs, and the boss doesn't suffer any loss.
Photographers in state-owned photo studios are all regular employees and would certainly disdain to take private jobs, but it is different for private bosses. Every penny they earn is theirs, no matter where they earn it!
Rong Yongsi was a little surprised. He had never taken this kind of job before, but it did sound very attractive. He could not earn five dollars a day by staying in the photo studio. Not to mention a day, he could not even make five dollars a week!
He couldn't help but feel a little moved, and asked tentatively:
"Five dollars a day is for renting the camera and taking photos, and the cost of developing the photos..."
When Shao Jingque heard him ask this, he knew that there was something going on today, and he answered immediately:
"Of course, after an event, with speeches from leaders, flower laying, and performances... you'd have to take at least ten photos. The extra photos you develop later will be charged separately. Is that okay with you?"
Rong Yongsi was so happy that he wanted to slap his thigh, but he was afraid of scaring Shao Jingque again, so his face flushed with excitement:
"Sure, of course! I'll give you five photos. If you want more than five, I'll charge you."
Since the girl was so straightforward, as a grown man, he had to be more generous as well.
The two agreed on a meeting time at the art troupe the next morning, and Shao Jingque hurried back to tell Liang Tuan the good news.
Arriving outside Liang Tuan's office, she knocked on the door and heard Liang Tuan's voice from inside:
"Come in."
Shao Jingque pushed open the door and was about to tell Liang Tuan the good news with a smile when he saw an "old acquaintance" sitting in his office whom he hadn't seen for some time - Qu Jingyun.
Qu Jingyun had her hair permed into the most fashionable shoulder-length curls nowadays. It was obvious that she had combed it meticulously with hair oil, and there was not a single strand of hair flying in front of her forehead. Her face was obviously older, but it was well maintained, with bright skin and tight complexion. Although she was almost fifty years old, she looked like she was about thirty-eight or thirty-nine. A closer look revealed that she had drawn eyebrows, eyeliner, and lipstick, and her figure was slimmer than that of an ordinary fifty-year-old.
Shao Jingque sneered in his heart. How did she look like a patient who had just been discharged from the hospital?
I'm afraid she looks more radiant than anyone else in the art troupe.
After all, the conflict between the two had not yet been exposed, so Shao Jingque spoke first:
"Captain Liang, Deputy Captain Qu."
Qu Jingyun, who was maintaining a fake smile, narrowed his eyes——
Don’t think she couldn’t hear it. This damn girl deliberately pronounced the word “deputy” more heavily than any other word!
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