Huang Zitao stood rooted to the ground, not knowing which direction he should run in. There was a dense crowd all around, bustling with activity. No one cared about Huang Zitao's snowy expression. Everyone was running madly, and the alarm was particularly ear-piercing, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on.
Ding, ding, ding. The sound of the alarm made Huang Zitao extremely annoyed, but the cameraman didn't seem to care about it. He carried the camera and followed Huang Zitao's facial expressions. This was his duty, to take pictures of every actor's facial expressions.
For variety shows, this was very important. To be honest, this job really tested the cameraman's skills. If he didn't have good shooting skills, he wouldn't be able to shoot a high-quality picture. Even if he used all kinds of editing software, he wouldn't be able to do it.
There was a big difference between editing and photography. If the picture wasn't taken well, even if it was edited, it couldn't be edited. For example, if you were given a picture of Sister Feng, could you edit it to look like Yang Ying?
Well, that was obviously impossible. Huang Zitao was very annoyed. Seeing the cameraman turn around in front of him, he was naturally very unhappy. He couldn't help but scold, "What are you doing? I'm falling behind, and you're still shooting? Are you going to embarrass me? "
"F * ck. You're still shooting? I told you to stop. Don't you understand what I mean? Really, I feel like your entire crew is a bunch of idiots. " Huang Zitao blocked the camera with his hand and scolded, "I'll give you three seconds to stop this crappy machine. Otherwise, I'll smash it for you!"
"Huang Zitao, don't forget that it's working hours now. You have no reason to refuse to shoot. Besides, I'm just doing my job. I'm not invading your privacy. What right do you have to say that? " The cameraman was about 1.9 meters tall. He looked very strong, and his limbs were very strong. To be honest, being a cameraman was indeed a physical job. It wasn't easy to carry a heavy camera and follow an artist all day.
If he was thin and weak, he definitely wouldn't be able to do such a thing. The cameraman was very puzzled in his heart. You can be angry, but why do you have to be angry at me? The crew has a requirement that we must follow the filming throughout the whole process. We must strive for smoothness and perfection as much as possible. Everything has to be filmed first, and then the unnecessary scenes will be cut later.
Things that shouldn't appear would never appear on TV. This bit of professional ethics was something that editors and photographers all had. They would not do something that was against the law. Besides, he did not take any pictures that he should not have taken. In this situation, it could not be any more normal!
Was there something wrong with Huang Zitao's brain? Who do you think you are to ask me to stop filming? The cameraman was in his early thirties this year. He was a middle-aged man with a wife and children. Generally, when a man reached the age of thirty, his violent temper would be restrained a lot, but he was still not someone to be trifled with.
Did Huang Zitao really think that his muscles were for show? If Huang Zitao dared to say more, the cameraman would probably give him two hard punches in the face. At that time, Huang Zitao would know that he was wrong. A man from the northeast was not someone that anyone could mess with.
Huang Zitao glanced at him and said, "Are you filming me, or am I filming you? Don't I even have this little right? Look at your identity clearly. You are just a small cameraman. How dare you jump in front of me? I also told you that I have no reason to refuse. Today, I will refuse. What's wrong with that? "
He looked at the cameraman contemptuously. His head was slightly raised, and his expression was particularly annoying. He looked unusually cold, as if he looked down on the humble profession of the cameraman. Yes, he looked down on it very much.
"Do you think that you are useful because you are tall and strong? If you have the ability, you can beat me up. Let me tell you, my bodyguards are more than two meters tall, and all of them have strong backs and bear waists. If you dare to touch me today, I guarantee that you will leave the crew lying down tomorrow morning." Huang Zitao was bragging too much. His bodyguards were not by his side now, but thousands of miles away in Beijing.
Even if the cameraman really beat him up today, he knew that he could admit defeat. However, Huang Zitao was very sure, because he knew that the cameraman would not attack him personally. He believed in his own judgment, and believed that the cameraman was definitely a good-looking but useless coward.
However, he was really thinking too much. A rabbit will bite when cornered, and a dog will jump over the wall when cornered. Huang Zitao continued, "Stop. Don't make unnecessary struggles."
It was said that a man stood tall at thirty. The cameraman started from the bottom and had been in this profession for more than ten years, but he was still a cameraman, not even a director. Perhaps no one could understand the bitterness in his heart, but there was one thing that had to be said, and that was that the hot blood in his heart had never cooled down.
"Struggle? Haha." He seemed to be answering his own question. "Why should I struggle? I'm working. Why am I struggling? Can you tell me? "
The cameraman's face was slightly ferocious. For so many years, his heart had been accumulating depression and failure. He could not figure out why his talent was always not recognized. Now, even his "professionalism" was forced to the point where he had to give up struggling.
As a cameraman who had been in this profession for more than ten years, what kind of situation did he have to be in to be so miserable? Li Baoqiang did not dare to imagine. Did he really look like a coward?
Deep in everyone's heart lived a beast, but this beast had been completely tamed by the washing of time. The beast had completely adapted to the world and everything around it. Even in the face of bullying or unfair things, it could only heal itself in the middle of the night.
"Haha. Bro, what are you so excited about? You just don't want to shoot. Didn't I ask you not to shoot for your sake? You say, on such a hot day, it is tiring to carry a camera here and there. Don't you think so? You are good, I am good, everyone is good! "
Huang Zitao decisively admitted defeat. He did not dare to mess around with such a strong man who was 1.9 meters tall. If they fought, he would definitely be unlucky.
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