Chapter 241 Objectively Existing Opposing Voices
"Maybe it's the novice protection period." Zhao Xiaojing lowered her eyes and said vaguely, suppressing her laughter.
Although this street is not a prosperous area, it is an old residential area with many old communities and private houses nearby, so there are also many private cars.
There are several paid parking lots and several free parking spaces, but the free ones are quite limited and rarely available during the day, not to mention that there are several shared charging stations installed in front of the store.
But no matter how hard it is to stop, we cannot blame the system for cheating.
When picking up the car in the morning, Zhao Xiaojing took the opportunity to learn about the functions of the system car. The one she liked most was the automatic parking space reservation.
It can directly lock the most convenient location near the destination, so that the locked location will automatically reduce its presence, causing drivers passing by to subconsciously ignore the vacant space, thereby reserving a parking space for the system van.
"Go forward a little, turn all the way to the right, don't move, okay, go back to the plate." Seeing that Su Yuchen failed to turn into the parking space sideways for five or six times in a row, Zhao Xiaojing began to give instructions while looking at the rearview mirror.
Following Zhao Xiaojing's instructions, the car finally parked neatly in the parking space. Su Yuchen finally felt relieved and took the keys. "Why don't you buy a car after you finish learning? I'm so supportive of you! Look at me, I learned for two years and nothing happened. I've forgotten everything."
The two men were chatting and laughing as they got off the car. When they looked up, they saw Da Zhuang standing at the door of the store, carrying a backpack and waving at them.
"Da Zhuang, why are you here at this time?" Zhao Xiaojing stopped in surprise.
"Is there anything else you haven't finished shooting? Why didn't you tell me in advance? Why are you standing here waiting in such a cold weather?" Su Yuchen asked as he walked forward to open the door.
Da Zhuang scratched his head and smiled, "The film is finished, I want to show you first if there are any inappropriate ones and then make some adjustments. If you think it's good, I'll send it out.
I thought you were all here this afternoon, and I was afraid that telling you in advance would disturb your rest."
"Then you could just send it directly. Why did you make a special trip yourself and wait for a while?
"Take a seat first," Zhao Xiaojing said, walking towards the drinks cabinet next to the front desk. "Still want soda?"
"It wasn't long, just two minutes. Have some hot water, it's a bit cold." Dazhuang said as he sat down and eagerly turned on the computer to play the video. "See if it works."
Su Yuchen poured some water and handed it to Dazhuang, then sat aside with Zhao Xiaojing and opened the phone.
The video's style is somewhat similar to the one I saw last time about wheel pancakes. It begins with a sophisticated montage of clips. Inside, the shop's customers, waiting, chatting, and content, are chatting and laughing; the shop assistants, busy and shouting, frantically bustling among dozens of tables; and the bustling, orderly, yet orderly atmosphere of the kitchen, where the fire is simmering fiercely. Finally, the scene freezes on Zhao Xiaojing staring at the wok, solemnly shouting "remake!", prompting Wan Yuyue to immediately throw it away, and then the video's opening credits appear.
In just a few shots, one can already feel the aroma of fireworks and the rich dining atmosphere, which makes people unconsciously put themselves in the situation of passing by the food street late at night with a hungry stomach. Various vendors are shouting under the warm yellow lights and red tents, and the smoke is rising. One's heart begins to jump with excitement and the feeling of salivating.
Da Zhuang's editing technique is very similar to that of a movie. The main film begins after the opening credits appear. The main film is edited according to the timeline, starting with Guo Gaoang and Li Zi holding their mobile phones, discussing going to this fan-submitted restaurant. After that, the two of them searched all the way and entered the restaurant. They were originally looking at the blackboard discussing what dishes to order, but Guo Gaoang suddenly got excited, jumped up, and ran to Su Yuchen.
Then the scene changed, and Da Zhuang kept the suspense and began to show the diners placing orders enthusiastically and looking expectant after placing the orders.
The mystery was not revealed until Guo Gaoang revealed to the camera while eating that the owner of this store was the owner of the milk smoothie and fried skewers. The perspective of the film also began to shift, slowly unfolding from Zhao Xiaojing.
The video is about half an hour long. Although it is full of small things, the editing has a good rhythm and atmosphere. The two of them watched it to the end without fast-forwarding at all.
"This video makes me fall in love with you, so cool. If I weren't with you every day, I would beg for your contact information." Su Yuchen smacked his lips and said to Zhao Xiaojing.
Zhao Xiaojing in the video is decisive and serious. She has an inexplicable aura when she says "redo", and has an elegant and violent fluency when cutting vegetables and cooking, making people feel aloof and decisive; however, she becomes gentle in a second when she puts down the pot and spoon. When she is with the store staff, she is a smiling, quiet and tolerant boss who always satisfies everyone's food wishes with a smile. She is a little shy in front of the camera. When asked why she is so serious in the kitchen, she suddenly laughs, and her expression becomes cunning and smart.
Zhao Xiaojing glared at her and turned to look at Dazhuang. "No problem, the photos are great. Thank you so much for taking the trouble to come all the way here."
Dazhuang immediately grinned, his eyes gleaming with joy. "I'm not far away, so it's convenient for me to come over and talk to you. If you're not satisfied, I can make changes right away."
"Satisfied! How can I not be satisfied when it's shot so well~ But if this video is sent out and we have a lot of bad romances, it will be your fault." Su Yuchen jokingly folded his arms.
Da Zhuang was stunned, his expression changed immediately, he lowered his head and stared at the sky, thinking, while Zhao Xiaojing beside him also supported his chin and began to ponder.
Su Yuchen laughed when he saw the lawyer's serious look, "I was just kidding!
"Hey, why are you so serious?" Su Yuchen turned around and nudged Zhao Xiaojing with his elbow.
"I was negligent. The photos I took before were all of older people with average looks. I didn't think about this. Classmate Zhao is so... pretty. If I post the photos, someone might come and harass me." Da Zhuang blushed slightly and frowned.
Zhao Xiaojing, however, had a different thought. "I'm not afraid of harassment, but I'm afraid of gender and age discrimination online. Seeing that I'm a young woman, they might subconsciously think it's a gimmick, that this is an internet-famous restaurant that relies on its reputation. That would lead to more inexplicable negative comments. While my fame would spread, I'm not sure if it would be good for the restaurant's development."
There are very few women in the chef profession, and even fewer who have reached the top. Zhao Xiaojing was worried that once the video was released, many people would subconsciously question her restaurant before even trying it, affecting its reputation. Although the system required her and the restaurant to build a reputation, she was afraid that if it became a negative reputation, it would not be a good idea.
"There will definitely be voices that sing a different tune. This is an objective fact. Some people will even specifically mark the restaurant as a "spoiler" restaurant after watching the video, simply based on stereotypes." Da Zhuang turned his head and said with a little helplessness.
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