Around ten o'clock the next day, Ding Xuefeng arrived outside the Yongsi Photo Studio.
The photo studio had not opened for business yet, but there were already many people waiting at the door.
When I got closer, I saw that almost all of them were women, crowded in front of the glass windows, looking inside, and I had no idea what they were looking at.
Ding Xuefeng walked over curiously, but before he got close, the older sister next to him pulled him aside:
"Young man, go to the back and line up. Don't you see so many people are queuing?!"
Ding Xuefeng was stunned for a moment and explained:
"Sister, I'm not taking pictures. I'm here to get pictures."
When they heard that he was here to pick up photos, the older sister and the people around her all lit up:
"Of course! Young man, you're really fast! The photos taken by this studio are much better than those taken by state-owned studios! I rushed here as soon as I heard about it, but I still didn't get the first one!"
As they were talking, the door of the photo studio opened, revealing a head as messy as a chicken coop. It was Rong Yongsi who was woken up by the noise outside the door.
Half asleep, he looked at the crowd of people outside the door. Thinking he was still dreaming, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously. He was stunned for a second, then suddenly stepped back and slammed the door shut.
The people queuing at the door suddenly started to make a fuss. They had been waiting in line for a long time and saw the door was about to open, so why was it closed again?!
At this moment, Rong Yongsi, who was leaning against the door, had a look of horror on his face. He pinched his face hard and grimaced in pain - he was not dreaming!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, which almost made his heart jump out of his chest:
"Boss, what time do you open? There are so many of us waiting outside! Why don't you say something?"
"Exactly. I've been waiting in line for over an hour! How much longer do I have to wait? I have to go to work this afternoon!"
"Boss, I want to take pictures of the glass windows. Can I take them today?"
“…”
The chattering sounds outside the door reached Rong Yongsi's ears, and he realized that these people were attracted by the set of photos he hung on the glass window.
After taking photos for Shao Jingque last night, he was so excited that he immediately went into the darkroom to develop all the photos. He worked until four in the morning and finally completed the most satisfying set of works in his life.
He immediately hung this set of photos on the glass window that was usually used for display, and then went back to the darkroom to take a nap with satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, the photos that were just hung up immediately attracted the attention of passers-by. Some girls who worked the early shift were shocked by Shao Jingque's photos and wanted to take a set of photos for themselves immediately. After they arrived at the company, the news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and the story became more and more exaggerated.
So when Rong Yongsi was woken up at ten o'clock, there was already a large group of people waiting at the door who had heard the news.
At this moment, Rong Yongsi was both excited and nervous. He was so satisfied with this set of photos last night that he wanted to hang them up for display and show off, but he didn't expect that it would have such a good publicity effect so soon.
But the makeup artist from the store hasn't arrived yet today, and he's the only one in the entire photo studio. Even if he wanted to take pictures, he's powerless!
Rong Yongsi was frowning, never having expected that one day he would be troubled by too many customers coming to his store.
But closing the door and hiding like this is not a solution. The customers outside just saw someone in the store. Wouldn’t he offend all the customers if he stayed indoors like this?
Just when he was at a loss, there were several crisp knocks on the door:
"Hello, boss. I'm Qi Shengzhi's friend. I'm here to help him get his wedding photos."
A young man's voice came in, sounding very calm and reliable.
Rong Yongsi, who felt that he was isolated and helpless, suddenly had his eyes lit up - Qi Shengzhi's friends were Yue Feiying's friends, Yue Feiying's friends were Shao Jingque's friends, and Shao Jingque's friends were his friends!
He opened the door without saying a word, and saw a gentle and handsome young man wearing glasses standing at the door, so he pulled him in.
Seeing the door open and close, everyone in line was stunned. It was one of the knowledgeable older women who broke the deadlock:
"I see! It's just like those high-end tailor shops in Shanghai. They only accept one person at a time, and one person has to leave before another can enter."
"Just look at the photos displayed in the store and you'll see. They're completely different from the ones taken in state-owned photo studios. This must be a high-end photo studio. We've finally arrived today!"
Everyone present was eager to try it out. Just by listening to the description of this older sister, they felt that they had to go to this photo studio to experience it. After all, a high-end tailor shop might not be able to afford to make a cheongsam, but taking a photo would not be too expensive.
Rong Yongsi didn't know that the big sister outside had accidentally given his photo studio a layer of gold. He pulled Ding Xuefeng in to help him think of a solution.
When Ding Xuefeng entered the store, he found that it was a different world. One corner was decorated like a real classroom, and it looked indeed different from an ordinary photo studio.
Without looking at it any further, he took out the receipt and a thick envelope and handed it over:
"Boss, here's the money for taking the photo and the receipt. Please count them."
Rong Yongsi didn't have the energy to think about the money at the moment. He took the ticket and envelope without a second thought and put them in the drawer. He then handed him the wedding photo that he had prepared long ago.
"We are all friends, no need to order."
Ding Xuefeng smiled stiffly. If they were really friends, would they ask for two thousand for a wedding photo?
However, he was never a talkative person. He took the photo and was about to leave, but Rong Yongsi held him tightly and looked at him expectantly:
"We are all friends, please help me think of a solution!"
Regardless of whether Ding Xuefeng wanted to listen or not, Rong Yongsi quickly told him about his current predicament:
"...I didn't expect the publicity to be so effective, but I really can't shoot today. We've finally got so many customers coming to our store, and if we turn them away right away, won't we just offend them all?"
Ding Xuefeng listened to him talk for a long time and finally understood why he didn't open the door. It turned out that he was not ready to open the door.
This matter was a piece of cake for Ding Xuefeng to deal with. Just like what Rong Yongsi kept repeating several times, "We are all friends", he was not sure who Rong Yongsi's friend was, but he helped if he could as long as he could.
After asking a few simple questions about the store's situation, he asked Rong Yongsi to find some paper and cut it into squares of the same size using a photo cutting tool. He then numbered twenty numbers on them and stamped his private seal on each number as proof.
Rong Yongsi looked at the small piece of paper in his hand, still a little bit unbelieving:
"Will this work?"
Ding Xuefeng pushed his glasses up, with a confident smile on his face:
"You'll know if you try it."
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