"Teacher Jiang, your expression needs to be a little more fierce. Yes, you must not smile."
The editor-in-chief, as the photographer for this photo shoot, carefully adjusted the posture and expression of each of them.
"Mo Ruxuan, you're not in a good state today. Why don't you look confident at all? Where has your confidence gone?"
"Tang Yue, you were fine just now, but you can't hold back your smile anymore."
"Su Yin, your eyes are very good. They give people a cold and intimidating feeling. But your hands are too stiff and unnatural."
“…”
After the editor pointed out everyone's problems, she continued:
"I believe you all have extensive experience shooting covers, so it's normal for you to have your own thoughts during the shoot. So be bold and expose your true understanding of power in front of the camera! I want to see the ambition of dominance in your eyes!"
When Wang Xingrui heard this, she was a little confused. She suddenly thought, how could such an editor-in-chief be the same as a salesperson.
However, her inspiring remarks were indeed useful. At least now, she suddenly had a strong desire to perform.
Like Wang Xingrui, everyone else had countless thoughts in their minds. "I am the only one" is really a very tempting word.
The only one who seemed to be still out of the situation was definitely Mo Ruxuan.
She had been having bad luck the past few days. Several of the collaborations she had agreed on had been changed for strange reasons. The resources she had secured were also snatched away by others.
Mo Ruxuan is not stupid, she knows that this is Jiang Biyun's warning to her.
"Hmph," Mo Ruxuan sneered, but instead felt a twisted sense of pleasure. Jiang Biyun treating herself like this meant she was really panicking! As long as she could capture that man's heart, she would be the final winner.
With such self-comfort, Mo Ruxuan gradually regained her past victories.
Qiao Zishan was in a very calm mood. After they picked out the clothes last time, the designers had indeed cut them into the most suitable sizes according to their body shapes.
Today, she is more like a self-admiring and arrogant black swan.
The editor held the camera with a steady hand, even though she was so excited inside.
She had a premonition that this photo would be talked about and enshrined in the world many years from now.
After all, there are four people here that she is quite optimistic about.
Click, click, after taking several snapshots, the editor took out his camera and checked it carefully again.
"You're truly worthy of me," the editor-in-chief couldn't help but laugh. "With this effect, I don't even need to readjust the lighting. But as you all know, I'm a perfectionist, so let's shoot another set!"
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In a huge manor, Zhou Yiyang sat in a garden full of various rare flowers and plants, with his left hand on a round table cut from a whole piece of marble and his right hand holding a cup of warm American coffee.
Very bitter.
Zhou Yiyang glanced at the fat Shiba Inu lying at his feet and resisted the urge to step on its belly:
"Mr. Shen, you invited me here today specifically. You didn't mean to ask me to taste your hand-ground coffee, did you?"
Shen Long, looking at the distant place like a sculpture, finally relaxed. He stirred the coffee slowly and blew on it.
"As one of the investors in your next film, I should have the right to see your script, right?"
Shen Long is a man of his words. He will not take a penny less than the 976,380,025 yuan box office revenue of "The Godfather of Shanghai"! He will not take a penny more than that!
He just couldn't figure out how "The Godfather" could make so much money!
But he didn't regret it. At least Zhou Yiyang had proven his ability. Although the returns from investing in movies weren't as high as in some other industries, at least it was safe. With Zhou Yiyang at the helm, the risks didn't seem too great.
At least in Shen Long's current eyes, Zhou Yiyang is much better than some of his useless second-generation friends.
Of course, his reputation did not allow him to be friendly to Zhou Yiyang so quickly, otherwise it would give people the impression that he was casual.
"Of course, of course," Zhou Yiyang said, completely unconcerned with Shen Long's attitude. Well, no matter how bad his attitude was, he had already advanced a portion of the investment deposit. Where else could one find such a straightforward and honest investor? How she wished that Shen Long could have a bet with him before each of his films was released. "I'll give you the script once I finish writing it. You can offer your ideas, but I won't necessarily consider them."
Shen Long hummed. He had long known about Zhou Yiyang's temper from Ning Mang, so he wasn't surprised at all. In his opinion, people who worked in the film industry tended to have bad tempers.
"I hope you can shoot it well," Shen Long said, but his expression was still as if he didn't care whether I would lose 976,380,025 yuan or not. "Money is not important, but I don't want the movie I invested in to be a bad movie. I can't afford to lose face."
"Of course." Zhou Yiyang smiled and suddenly felt a cold and itchy touch on his ankle.
He looked down and saw that it was Shenlong's Shiba Inu licking his ankle...
"Your dog is quite enthusiastic, huh? What's his name?"
"Wangcai." Shen Long was silent for a moment, and finally a crack appeared on his stern face: "My father named it."
"Haha..." Zhou Yiyang smiled awkwardly: "This name is very spiritual and very blessed!"
After ending this awkward conversation, Zhou Yiyang quickly left Shenlong's manor.
Of course, before leaving, he received an invitation letter, and the inviter was also a second-generation person.
Obviously, Shen Long decided to bring him into that circle. After all, there was already a vested interest relationship between them.
But why didn't this person tell me what was in the envelope? If I were a careless person and just threw it away, wouldn't it be a waste of his kindness?
Zhou Yiyang sneered in his heart, thinking that Shen Long was quite arrogant.
But he also understood that he had to work overtime to finish the script, after all, so many people were looking forward to his new movie!
Sure enough, once this person succeeds once, the subsequent pressure will become greater and greater.
He could imagine how many people would say that he had run out of ideas if the box office of his next movie did not perform as expected.
After returning home, Zhou Yiyang received a message alert from a group chat.
When I clicked on it, I saw that it was sent by Lin Xuaner in the group chat among the five of them.
The content is also very simple, just a freshly taken photo.
Zhou Yiyang immediately guessed that this should be the background image of the cover photo of "Bazaar".
But this should be the editor-in-chief who asked Lin Xuaner to send it to him.
Zhou Yiyang looked at the photo carefully, and his eyes were attracted by several people in it.
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