Wang Zhi slapped his thigh hard and explained in a dumbfounded way: "Hey, my little ancestor! Don't worry, it's impossible for Jedi to do it. Even if he dares, I promise to be the first to stand up and compete with that guy.
Get up, of course Miss Ruan is more important! Don’t worry, little assistant, as long as I am here, Miss Ruan will never suffer."
Ah Nan was still not at ease and looked at Ruan Anlan with a worried look on his face.
Ruan Anlan patted her hand comfortingly, "It's okay, don't worry. Don't you believe in my professionalism?"
Anan shook his head violently, "No, no, it's not!"
Ruan Anlan curved her lips and smiled: "Then don't worry, everything will be fine."
Ten minutes later, the shooting started.
In the studio, apart from a few lighting engineers and staff, the only ones left were Wang Zhi, Ruan Anlan, and a long-haired man who looked a little beaten.
This long-haired man was wearing a khaki mountaineering outfit, a pair of army green military boots, and a camera hanging around his neck. There was a bohemian vibe written all over his body.
Ruan Anlan recognized it almost at a glance. This person should be the photographer with a bad temper that Wang Zhi and Mr. Li mentioned.
Wang Zhi walked towards the man with a smile, stretched out his hand, and laughed heartily, "Brother Jun, hello!"
The man known as Brother Jun glanced at him distractedly, and then immediately looked away expressionlessly, ignoring Wang Zhi's hands hanging in the air.
Wang Zhi didn't feel embarrassed either. He wiped his sweat on his clothes and continued to smile, "Brother Jun, thank you for your hard work. Today, we will only take two sets of photos. As for you, just do what you usually do. No need.
Deliberately accommodate us. Our artists are also very professional, so I believe that when you work together, you will definitely create different sparks, so the next step will be left to you."
With that said, Wang Zhi made a gesture, and the staff on site immediately began to arrange and prepare for work.
Ruan Anlan walked to the shooting seat and picked up the Eveland products on the table.
As soon as he saw Ruan Anlan's face, Brother Jun was stunned for two seconds, then he immediately came to his senses and curled his lips in disdain.
Haha, it’s just an embroidered pillow. Besides being pretty, what else is there that’s worthy of him taking pictures of?
His eyes were dull and his movements were stiff.
I'm afraid this woman doesn't even understand what photography is, right?
I thought that after staying in the entertainment industry for a while, I would be able to control the camera by taking some messy photos that were not suitable for the stage. It was simply a fantasy.
To ask him to shoot such a thing is simply an insult to him!
If it wasn't because he owed a favor, how could he condescend to photograph such a "dead thing" with no aura at all?
Thinking of this, Brother Jun shook his head sadly, not knowing how to restrain his voice at all, and said in a loud voice: "It's a waste of film!"
Everyone in the room looked at me in embarrassment, and I looked at you.
Wang Zhi's scalp was numb, but he did not dare to offend this man, so he bowed apologetically and made an apologetic gesture towards Ruan Anlan.
Ruan Anlan smiled and continued to sit in his seat nonchalantly.
"Haha, um, let's start? Let's start!" Wang Zhi made a gesture.
Brother Jun pursed his lips in displeasure and raised the camera. At the same time, he ordered in a cold voice: "Don't act like a dead person. Can you give me some expressions and reactions?!"