Chapter 25
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Meng Qiqi was stunned for a moment. She looked at the dialog box that was still in the middle of the screen. The bright red exclamation mark was so glaring!
It was as if it was silently mocking her. Look! You've been deleted!
"F * ck … So heartless?"
She twitched her lips and sent a new friend request with a sad face.
She also added an explanation: [Sister! I'm just kidding. The wall is yours, and so is your husband. I won't fight with you! Speaking of retouching, can't you make an exception?]
[The other party has rejected your friend request.]
Meng Qiqi was about to cry. She had bragged to her friends that she knew a retouching expert. Other people paid for retouching, but hers was free! That's right, Mrs. Luo was so talented!
But now —
Meng Qiqi was extremely sad. She sent another friend request.
Attached: [I'll pay!]
(The other party has accepted your friend request. Let's chat!)
Meng Qiqi: F * ck!
So heartless!
It's Yaoyao: How much for one?
Meng Qiqi: 80?
It's Yaoyao: [Picture]
It was a picture that Song Yaoyao had just opened the photoshop software and casually took. The young man in the picture was dressed in black. He walked with his head slightly lowered and his index finger pressed against his glasses. The unretouched base was slightly dark. After Song Yaoyao's color adjustment, it didn't look any different. However, Song Yaoyao had raised the three points to ten points with his delicate skin and carefree temperament.
Meng Qiqi cursed in her heart. She secretly saved the picture and planned to use it as her screensaver and desktop.
Meng Qiqi: [Kneeling] Sister, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your retouching skills have become even better!
Meng Qiqi: [Looking up at the big boss · jpg] Fix it, fix it, fix it. I want as many as you have! 300 for one, how about that?!
With such skills, there were millions of retouchers! Meng Qiqi was shocked.
It's Yaoyao: [Shaking hands]
It's Yaoyao: [I'll send it to you after I fix it. Give me half an hour.]
After that, Song Yaoyao exited Penguin, dragged the mouse, and selected a few well-composed photos, and dragged them to Photoshop.
The light in the room was soft, and the girl's long hair was draped behind her back. She sat in front of the computer, looking petite and small. She held the mouse with one hand and quickly typed on the keyboard with the other.
The speed of her hands was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen. The various operations on the software were even more dazzling. It was almost impossible to see her movements clearly, but she had already quickly fixed a picture and moved on to the next one.
Meng Qiqi didn't take it seriously, although Song Yaoyao said that half an hour was enough for her. But who could be so fast? Some people needed an hour to fix one.
She first sent a red packet of 300 yuan to Song Yaoyao. Then, she sent the freshly posted photos to the group chat.
The small group of a dozen or so people that had been as quiet as chickens exploded in an instant.
Stars in My Arms: What the hell!!
I'm out of the hole, I don't love you anymore: What the f * ck!
I'm out of the pit, I don't love him anymore: Oh my god, my husband is so handsome! I love love again!
Sun Star: Let's not talk too much. Speaking of which, this style of retouching looks unfamiliar. Which big boss did it?
Meng Qiqi: You might not believe it, but this is Yaoyao's work.
Sun Star:?
Meng Qiqi: Let me tell another joke. Yaoyao is no longer a fan. I bought this photo for 300 yuan.
Stars in My Arms:?
I'm back in the pit:?
Meng Qiqi: She has a new husband.
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