The second group was more difficult. They had to take a full-body photo of Qin Guan. On the one hand, they had to show the matching effect of the shirt, and on the other hand, they had to make the customer feel comfortable.
Qin Guan and the photographer discussed the requirements of the marketing manager and decided to ask Qin Guan to do some jumping movements.
Most of these shirt advertisements were very stiff. A person standing there was an advertisement.
The photographer wanted Qin Guan to jump this time. Since it was about youth, he couldn't do it like a traditional shirt advertisement.
Qin Guan unbuttoned his shirt and stopped at the second button on his chest. His rolled-up sleeves were still rolled up.
The lights and the photographer were ready. Qin Guan listened to the photographer's instructions. "Good. Turn your face this way. Yes, ready! One, two, three! Jump!"
As soon as he heard the word "jump", Qin Guan jumped up from where he was, spreading his arms and jumping up in a comfortable way.
Qin Guan was not thinking about the advertisement at all. He was absent-minded.
Yes, Qin Guan was absent-minded. He was hungry. After such a long journey, it should be time for dinner. Qin Guan's eyes became empty as he thought about his desire for meat.
The photographer was very excited. His camera had captured a very good picture! The model jumped high with his slender legs. His eyes were empty and confused, as if he was longing for freedom. He looked into the distance, chasing after the footsteps of youth. His arms were raised high, as if he was welcoming the sky.
By the time Qin Guan landed, the photographer had already taken several photos. He was looking at the results excitedly.
As an unknown photographer who made a living by doing odd jobs, he had his own artistic dream.
The photographer had finished his task for the day, so he didn't care too much about it. He didn't care about his pride for art.
The photographer walked up to Qin Guan and tried to get close to him. "Buddy, can I talk to you about something?"
Qin Guan was thinking about meat as he took off his shirt. He had to answer politely, "What's up? Tell me … "
The photographer put his hands together and made a begging gesture. "Buddy, can I take another group? Just one action will do. "
Qin Guan looked at the marketing manager curiously. The marketing manager shrugged, indicating that he had no idea. Then he turned to the photographer in confusion.
The photographer bowed and continued, "Can I take two photos for myself? I don't have much money. I can only give you 50 yuan per photo. I swear I won't use it for commercial purposes. "
Without taking off his clothes, Qin Guan told the photographer, "I didn't bring any formal clothes. How can I take the picture?"
Hearing that there was hope, the photographer said happily, "You don't need to change, this shirt is fine." Then, he peeked at the marketing manager and continued, "You can dress like this. Go to the wooden pillar over there and strike a pose. Just take a few photos."
Qin Guan felt sorry for her, but he didn't think it was too hard. He walked up to the pillar, leaned his elbow against it, and rested his left hip on it.
Qin Guan was so hungry that he didn't even have the energy to stand. In the photographer's lens, Qin Guan was leaning against the ancient wooden pillar in a lazy and wanton way. His eyes were sad and helpless. His unbuttoned shirt rested on his bare chest, which made him look sexy and wild.
The photographer couldn't stop. After a long time, he shouted at Qin Guan, "Okay! It's over! "
Hearing that, Qin Guan held onto the pillar and called for the photographer and the marketing manager.
They gathered together to divide the booty. No, to pay the bill.
According to the usual practice, such a small job would cost between 800 yuan and 1,500 yuan. Because of Qin Guan's excellent performance, the marketing manager paid Xue Wanyi the highest price, 1,500 yuan.
As the middleman, Xue Wanyi took half of Qin Guan's income.
Qin Guan watched helplessly as the stack of bills swayed in front of him. By the time he got his hands on it, half of it was gone.
Then it was the photographer's turn to pay. He chose six photos from Qin Guan at 50 yuan per photo, which was 300 yuan in total. He also got a simple photo usage agreement.
The agreement stated that the six photos could only be used for the photographer's participation in the Capital Photo Competition, and no other commercial use was allowed.
When everything was settled, Qin Guan almost didn't have the strength to walk out of the door with the 1,050 yuan he had earned. He was starving.
Following his instinct, Qin Guan walked out of the studio and went straight to the west gate of Chaoyang Park. He was going to have a barbecue. He would fight anyone who dared to stop him.
Before he reached the barbecue restaurant, he ran into the marketing manager, who was about to drive away. The manager shouted at Qin Guan. Qin Guan looked at the manager with green eyes.
He was screaming in his heart, "Brother, what do you want?" The marketing manager took a big black plastic bag out of the trunk and handed it to Qin Guan. "Take it. It's a bonus." Then he waved his hand and drove away.
Qin Guan entered the barbecue restaurant with the black bag. Without saying anything, he called the waiter and ordered everything.
A plate of cumin-flavored marinated mutton, a plate of fat beef, and a plate of five-flower mutton. A plate of sweet potato chips and onion slices.
Under the stunned gaze of the waiter, Qin Guan ordered everything in one breath.
The waiter couldn't help reminding Qin Guan in a low voice, "Is that too much?"
Qin Guan waved his hand. "Not much. Go and serve the dishes. Hurry up! Run! "
The waiter was shocked by Qin Guan's momentum. He ran to the kitchen to order the dishes. Qin Guan picked up the free barley tea on the table and drank two mouthfuls to relieve his hunger.
Rubbing his flat stomach, Qin Guan opened the black plastic bag beside him to see what the manager had given him.
Qin Guan opened the bag and found several new shirts inside.
Qin Guan recalled that those were the shirts the manager had prepared for that day's interview. He had chosen them so quickly that the others hadn't had a chance to try them on.
Naturally, these shirts were left behind. It was not worth it to go back to the factory just for these shirts. The manager had given them to Qin Guan as a favor.
Qin Guan looked around and tied up the black plastic bag. This was a typical case of eating and taking. I can earn money and receive gifts. Why do I feel so embarrassed?
Qin Guan was still laughing wretchedly when plates of meat were served.
The waiter was scared by Qin Guan's haste. He ran away with the plates. The charcoal stove was also served to Qin Guan first.
Qin Guan rubbed his hands and picked up an iron tongs. He picked up a handful of meat and put them on the roasting plate.
Qin Guan was eating roasted meat.
The roasted meat in the old capital started in the 25th year of the Kangxi Emperor of the Qing Dynasty (1686 AD). It had a history of more than 320 years.
The people in the capital used iron bars to make a garden iron plate called a grill. Underneath it, they used fruit charcoal or pine charcoal to make a fire. After the beef or lamb was cut into thin slices and simmered, they placed it on the grill with long chopsticks to roast it. The meat on the grill sizzled with oil.
Soon, the whole room was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, which greatly increased Qin Guan's appetite.
Qin Guan put the roasted cumin mutton on a plate with iron tongs and put the five flowers on it one by one. Taking advantage of the fact that the meat was not yet cooked, Qin Guan shoved the meat on the plate into his mouth.
The Mongolian mutton was soaked in the secret sauce. Nature and coriander enhanced the flavor, leaving a fragrant aftertaste in Qin Guan's mouth and cheeks.
Qin Guan was in a hurry as he roasted and stuffed the meat into his mouth. The waiter couldn't bear it, so he came over with an iron tongs to help Qin Guan eat quietly.
Qin Guan ate like a madman for half an hour. When he was half full, he let out a sigh of relief. He looked up and thought to himself, "I'm starving. I'm alive again."
Qin Guan smiled at the waiter, who was roasting the meat for him. Embarrassed, he told the waiter to go to another table. He could roast the meat now.
The waiter looked at Qin Guan's face and pursed his lips in embarrassment. He handed the iron tongs to Qin Guan and ran away in a hurry.
His stomach was full of food, so he ended the feast unhurriedly. Carrying a big black plastic bag, he got on the bus back to school.
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