Top [Entertainment] - Chapter 22

When Jiang Zhan was abroad, he relied on retouching for a long time to earn money to support his family.

So it must be professional.

Others don't know this level of professionalism, but Jiang Zhan knows it best.

Described in four words: within reach.

In particular, what he often repairs is the photos of male and female stars in the entertainment industry. He is familiar with all kinds of Reuters, raw photos, airport photos, official and unofficial.

It is even more difficult for him to pick out a few suitable p from the pile of hard photos.

As for the five-fifths and deformities in the photographer's mouth, they do not exist in themselves.

Wei Xiaofei's appearance is very good, his skin is smooth and translucent, his face is small, his body is thin, and his legs are long. There is tension in the lens, and the hard photos of raw pictures are already very good, and there is no need to repair them.

Jiang Zhan sat in front of the computer and clicked the mouse constantly, the cursor on the P-picture software kept flashing, the image was zoomed in and out, filtered layer by layer, and after a while, a picture was repaired.

It didn't take a few minutes.

Cong Yu and the others were about to drop their jaws. They were not surprised that Jiang Zhan would retouch pictures, but witnessed the speed of his retouching throughout the process.

This is so special!

What did he just order? What are the words on that option? They didn't even read the word clearly, Jiang Zhan finished it?

Are these few minutes fast-forwarded? !

Looking at Wei Xiaofei's hard photo results, it is very delicate and impeccable.

Three people: "…"

What kind of god-like existence is their brother Zhan?

Is this possible?

At this time, a camera assistant found something wrong and came over quickly: "Alas, you can't touch the camera teacher's computer. Hey, what are you doing?"

Jiang Zhan saved the picture in a new document, stood up, and said in a relaxed tone, "Nothing, just teach your photography teacher to retouch the picture."

Teaching a photography teacher to retouch pictures?

This tone is too arrogant.

The camera assistant felt that something was wrong. He held the mouse and looked at the files in the computer. When he saw the refined pictures in the document, he was stunned and asked Jiang Zhan, "Did you repair it?"

Jiang Zhan raised his eyebrows.

Photography assistant: "You wait." He ran to the photographer who was taking pictures and whispered a few words.

The photographer put down the camera, left Wei Xiaofei to the side, and turned his head to look at him with a frown.

After taking a few glances, he slowly turned around and walked slowly towards Jiang Zhan: "I said..."

The photographer did not get angry, and in a tepid tone, at the same time handed out the camera in his hand: "How about," he raised his eyebrows, "You come by yourself? Huh?"

The photographer's expression remained the same, his eyes were fierce: "You shoot yourself, retouch the pictures yourself? Huh?" He said again: "When you go back to the stage, you also make up your own makeup, play music yourself, and host yourself? You are the audience to canvass for yourself? Huh? "

Everyone: This photographer is really not a good person.

If it was just a bad temper and a bad personality, it should have exploded by now.

But no, not only did it not explode, but also said such things.

It can be seen that it is not a bad temper, but a problem with the person - he is threatening.

Cong Yu immediately exploded and greeted the photographer: "You mean us? You are a photographer anyway, and you should take good pictures!"

He was held by Zhen Chaoxi.

Fei Hai raised his head, and his unconvincing tone also exploded: "Good arms and good legs, you said that they were deformed and couldn't be repaired, so they had to be retaken. Then why can someone repair it?"

Zhen Chaoxi pulls Feihai again.

Cong Yu went out again: "Just tell me, can it be filmed? Can it be repaired? If it can be filmed, it will be filmed, and it will be repaired if it can be repaired. If it cannot be filmed or repaired, we will find the program team to change the studio."

Zhen Chaoxi didn't have time to pull Congyu, and Fei Hai came out again: "Yes, change the studio!"

Zhen Chaoxi: "..." I can't hold the child, and I feel tired.

The photographer laughed: "Change? Okay, change, you can change." He raised his chin and gestured to the studio door: "Change, I'll take a look, the photos of the others have been taken, you have nothing, what else are you participating in? competition."

Wei Xiaofei's voice suddenly came from behind him: "We came in for the audition based on our strength, not by photos. Even if we don't have photos today, the program team will take supplementary shots for us tomorrow. Brush it off."

Photographer: "..."

Wei Xiaofei didn't say a word, but if he said a word, he was really angry.

However, Jiang Zhan added another sentence: "The photo is not good and I can't repair it. If you want to change it, you should change the photographer."

The photographer was holding the camera, and it wasn't even if he threw his hand away, and he couldn't let this group of people get out of the way.

"Okay, I'll take a picture for you, can't you, you can cultivate it yourself."

He turned around and shouted, "Keep shooting!"

Wei Xiaofei was about to walk back to the curtain when Jiang Zhan held him back.

Wei Xiaofei: "?"

Jiang Zhan: "You stay in good shape and shoot whatever he wants. Don't worry, there is me."

Wei Xiaofei bit his lip and nodded.

The other dozen or so students did not dare to say a word during the whole process, and all stood by and watched silently.

When the photographer took a picture of Wei Xiaofei again, everyone could clearly see the photographer's randomness. He was simply holding the camera and pressing the shutter casually, just looking for speed, not quality.

Other students: It’s over, it’s over, it’s going to die, it’s going to die.

Chu Min went directly to Fei Hai's side and rebuked in a low voice: "Do you have any problems? What's the benefit of offending the photographer? He can't bear it if he has a bad attitude. Not so."

Jiang Zhan can understand Chu Min's position. After all, the work of an artist is somewhat constrained by a series of staff in private, and it is not as glamorous as it looks from the outside world.

Jiang Zhan said patiently, "I'll be responsible for the hard photos of all the students in this shed."

Chu Min turned to look at Jiang Zhan, his face was also speechless, and his tone was more aggressive than before: "Don't talk big, okay? You think this is the stage for the initial evaluation, and there is a mentor to **** you and send you A to the sky?"

Fei Hai stared in surprise: "Hey!"

Cong Yu: "Don't go too far with the surname Chu!"

Chu Min looked unconvinced: "Am I going too far, or are you too arrogant? Do you dare to offend the photographer?"

Zhen Chaoxi: "It's alright, let's stop arguing, didn't Xiaofei just say everything about our process, which step is not controlled by the show team, the photos are really ugly, and the show team won't use it, when the time comes There will be reshoots, so don’t worry too much.”

I rolled my eyes at Chu Min in my heart: We have a million retouchers, Brother Zhan, okay?

Chu Min glanced at Zhen Chaoxi and faced Jiang Zhan: "You are really speechless."

Jiang Zhan was not speechless. With his usual expression, he asked, "So, do you want me to retouch the picture?"

Chu Min had a disdainful expression: "Forget it."

Jiang Zhan nodded: "Okay."

As soon as Chu Min left, other students gathered around.

Everyone saw the photographer's perfunctory attitude, and also saw that Chu Min had just come over to quarrel, and now everyone wanted to know what to do.

Jiang Zhan said the same thing: "I am responsible."

After the guarantee, sit back in front of the computer.

This time, there was no assistant to stop him, so whatever the trainees did, they couldn't fix the hard photos anyway, so in the end, they had to come back and ask grandpa to tell grandma.

I don't know, when the photographer Ka Ka Ka pressed the shutter to perfunctory, Jiang Zhan had already picked out a few photos that could be used.

He has one hand on the mouse and the other on the keyboard, and his two hands are like these trainees playing online games in private, and they cooperate tacitly.

A group of students gathered behind Jiang Zhan, staring at the screen. It was the same as what Cong Yu and the others saw not long ago. They still didn't understand anything. They saw that the icons on the software became bigger and smaller, straight and curved. Pictures are filtered, saved, filtered, saved, filtered, saved, and various options and retouching tools are used.

Everyone: "!!"

How can I repair a picture like this to get the speed of playing games? ! !

People p one? ? ? ?

All the students were startled, and stood behind Jiang Zhan quietly and obediently staring at him.

My knees are soft and I want to kneel.

When the photographer finished taking the three sets of makeup for Wei Xiaofei, Jiang Zhan had already completed two sets of hard photos of uniforms and team uniforms.

He kept his hands and said to his back: "Go to the individual, and then take them. The photos on my side are synchronized, and you can take them and edit them at the same time."

Everyone: "!!"

Cong Yu raised his hand: "I am me."

Cong Yu replaced Wei Xiaofei.

Wei Xiaofei, sweating hotly, walked back from the light and squeezed behind Jiang Zhan: "Brother?"

Taking a closer look, he was stunned.

On the screen was a hard shot of his white shirt, which had a serious problem: the light was wrong, and his face was pale.

Because the photographer took a few random shots, and didn't call the illuminator to re-adjust the light in the middle, the photo was taken like this ghost.

But after the photo was opened with retouching software, it was in the hands of his brother Zhan, and it was retouched into a hard photo with no traces and an accurate layout.

In the photo, the boy's facial features are handsome, his eyes are bright and bright, and his expression is confident.

Fei Hai grabbed Wei Xiaofei's arm: "Little boy! Brother Zhan is a god! A god!"

Wei Xiaofei was full of surprise, holding his breath, standing behind Jiang Zhan, not even breathing loudly, for fear of disturbing his brother Zhan.

And Jiang Zhan calmly used the skills of millions of retouchers to quickly and efficiently repair sets of hard photos online.

Not only that, but sometimes while cultivating, they will also verbally analyze the unavoidable body shape defects of individual students when they take hard photos with a group of people behind them.

"This picture looks big, not because the head is big, but because the shoulders are too narrow. It's not suitable to shoot the shoulders, neck and head alone. It will look out of proportion."

"Look at this one, the eyebrows are thin, and the eyes will appear silent in the photo, so you should pay special attention to eye makeup."

"Short legs are not a problem, they can be repaired, just pull up the proportions. In this respect, boys don't really take up the light, and girls are much better. They can be modified by wearing skirts. Boys wear pants, which are especially easy to expose."

…

Crowd: Mom asked us why we listened to the class on our knees.

During the retouching period, the photographer who took pictures in a fit of rage and finally remembered it for a while, also stood silently on the side, watching Jiang Zhan retouching the pictures.

He originally wanted to make a mockery of it first, then give both sides a step down, and forget about it.

Why? They are all in the same circle, and maybe they will cooperate in the future.

But after seeing the retouching tools that were constantly switching on the screen, he finally knew where the confidence of the boy sitting in front of the computer came from.

He really can fix it.

The photographer suddenly couldn't get off the stage.

Twenty people, one person and three groups of makeup, can't really let this kid do all the repairs, go back and spread it, and let the artist do all the work and the work himself, whether he wants to mix up.

The photographer then ordered his assistant to interrupt Jiang Zhan and stop repairing.

Jiang Zhan said: "Don't, repair, if I can repair one studio by myself, I can repair two, three, four, five studios. I will ask the program team to pay me the salary and the money for the audition. It's the money for the draft, and the retouching is another matter."

Cong Yu knowingly raised his voice to help him: "Then Master Jiang, how much is your picture?"

Jiang Zhan: "It's okay, the normal market price for a million retouchers."

They are all young boys, stunned, a little noisy, a little reckless, and easy to be brought into rhythm.

Jiang Zhan's tone and demeanor are a bit domineering and a bit arrogant, completely like a leading wolf, which is too exciting.

A group of boys immediately followed high: "Program crew, give me money!"

"Retouching is another matter!"

The camera assistant looked at so many boys on the other side, and was afraid to answer for fear of being at a disadvantage.

The photographer saw that the group of boys were getting high in the studio, and said loudly, "What are you doing? When this is your home?"

The boys ignored him at all.

The other illuminators and makeup artists in the studio stood still and watched, not interfering at all. The photographer looked left and right, and found that he could not hold the scene, and there was no help. He ran out of the studio with the camera in a fit of anger.

Jiang Zhan was too lazy to care and continued to retouch the picture.

Since he said he was responsible, he must be responsible to the end.

He doesn't care about anything else, he doesn't look behind his back, his eyes only focus on the screen and pictures.

During the period, there were more people around him, he didn't know; Teacher VJ ran in with the equipment, but he didn't pay attention; even the whole studio suddenly quieted down because of someone's arrival, he didn't pay much attention .

After he repaired one sheet, he counted it as one, and after finishing one group, he counted it as one group. When he finished repairing it, he felt that there was a sheet in front of him that could be repaired again, and he would go back to work a little bit.

Completely immersive work, immersed in your own world.

Until, when the computer synchronizes the camera, he opens an original image of the photo he just took a few minutes ago in the retouching software—

Bai Tianheng, in exactly the same outfit as when he saw him in the morning.

"!"

Jiang Zhan was taken aback. The photos were all synchronized. He retouched the pictures in the order of synchronization, and finally finished this one. Looking at the time in the lower right corner of the photo, it was obvious that it was just taken—

When was Bai Tianheng at the scene? Also took this photo?

Jiang Zhan turned his head subconsciously.

Turning his head, he raised his eyes to look at Fang Bai Tianheng's upper body.

Jiang Zhan was surprised: "Uh, Bo... teacher?"

Bai Tianheng stood tall and looked down at him with a relaxed expression. He was also very curious and surprised that he would retouch pictures, and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a skill."

Jiang Zhan paused and moved his hand away from the mouse: "Well - I taught it myself."

Bai Tianheng's lips held a vague smile: "Fix it, help me fix one too."

Jiang Zhan turned back and looked at the original image on the screen.

Friends, to tell you the truth, I have repaired more than one of your photos.

Seeing that he didn't move, Bai Tianheng said, "Huh?"

Jiang Zhan thought for a while, turned around, and slowly asked, "Where to repair?"

Bai Tianheng: "Where do you want to fix it."

Jiang Zhan looked back at the screen again. After a while, he blinked his eyes and raised his head sincerely: "But Mr. Bai, your original hard photos have always been perfect, and there is nothing to fix."

Bai Tianheng raised the corners of his lips, lowered his head and lowered his eyes: "Small mouth is quite sweet." After a pause, "'always', 'all'? It seems that you are paying attention to me in private."

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