Photo 27

  As he watched Mei Yu's figure disappear from view, Lian Ming nodded apologetically to the girls around him. He stretched out his long arms and parted the crowd, making a path to the safe exit at the end of the corridor. He walked down the stairs, his long legs striding two or three steps at a time, and soon reached the third floor.

  At the entrance of the stairs, a safety door suddenly appeared. Lian Ming skillfully placed his palm on the electronic lock, and after verifying his fingerprint, the safety door slid silently to one side. He stepped inside with large strides.

  At a glance, this floor is vastly different from the registration point on the lower floor. The corridor is paved with red carpet, and the decorations around are luxurious and magnificent. Even the chandeliers used for lighting are in European style, extremely extravagant.

  The entire corridor was quiet, without a sound, as if it were a completely idle floor. Lin Ming strode towards the middle of the corridor, where two large leather-studded doors suddenly appeared, as if they were the entrance to a luxurious mansion.

  As Lian Ming walked to the front door, it automatically opened from the inside. Before his eyes was a whole floor-to-ceiling window, with an unobstructed view of the scenery 27 floors below.

  He didn't walk towards the floor-to-ceiling window, but instead turned his head to one side and loosened his tie while smiling at the man sitting behind a massive redwood desk: "A glass of water, thank you."

  With that, Lian Ming walked to the other side of the leather sofa without any hesitation and heavily threw himself onto it. The sofa suddenly sank down and let out a creaking sound.

  Wan Rong shrugged and stood up from behind the desk, walked to the wine cabinet beside the office table, reached in and pulled out a bottle of mineral water with all French text on it, this was truly imported drinking water.

  From the Yiyun Mountain area, the water-filled bottles are exquisitely crafted crystal bottles to avoid affecting the taste by plastic packaging. The middle transportation link is strictly controlled at a temperature of 4 degrees Celsius above zero, which is the best storage temperature for bottled water. One flight per day is sent directly, and one bottle costs hundreds of yuan, but it can only be purchased through special channels.

  Wan Rong casually threw the water bottle at Lian Ming's body, put his hands around his shoulders and sneered: "You come a few more times a day, I'm going to go bankrupt here. Look at this sofa being ravaged by you again, it should be replaced with a new one. This time, no matter what, I want to get a red wood one."

  Lian Ming slumped onto the sofa, his long legs stretching all the way to the floor, and pulled out a bottle of mineral water from his pocket. He unscrewed the cap with a loud "pop" and took two big gulps, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark that was at odds with his usual calm and gentle demeanor. His face twisted in anger, he lifted his leg and stomped it down on the sofa twice, causing the leather to dent inward and leaving behind two shallow gray footprints.

  Lian Ming sneered at Wan Jun and said: "Then hurry up and change, do you know that Grandpa's two sets of red sandalwood sofas were all kicked to pieces by me?"

  Wan Jun felt a pang of heartache. This ignorant little brat didn't know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth, and he didn't know how precious every grain of rice was when he wasn't in charge. He secretly decided that from now on, there would be no more sofas allowed in this house.

  Wan Jun pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and casually tossed one to Lian Ming. Wan Jun lit the lighter, and the two people leaned their heads together to light up. Lian Ming tilted his head back and blew out a smoke ring, irritably scratching his hair, and said with regret: "I saw her."

  Wan Rong walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, puffing on a cigarette. His crisp white dress shirt with a straight collar and his straight trousers were perfectly matched with a pair of shiny leather shoes, giving off an air of elegance. Upon hearing this, he turned around and looked at Lian Ming with a puzzled expression, asking: "Her? Who is she?"

  Lian Ming glanced at Wan Rou with a slanted gaze, took the cigarette out of his mouth with a look of displeasure, flicked off the ash carelessly and said impatiently: "It's that female lead your good friend Qin designated, the target you told me to pay extra attention to."

  Wan Rong suddenly enlightened, a delicate ancient girl's face floated in his mind, he smiled brightly at Lian Ming and asked: "What do you think of this girl?"

  Lian Ming's thick eyebrows furrowed, forming a handsome川character between them. He fell silent for a moment, thinking of Mei Yu's expressionless face and her tone that was all business. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, bringing the cigarette close to his mouth and taking a long drag. He exhaled a large cloud of smoke, his face becoming hazy in the fog. With a sly smile, he said, "This has some meaning."

  Wan Rong looked at Lian Ming with a nostalgic expression, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Ever since this little ancestor suddenly appeared, he had been living on edge, afraid that the little scoundrel would stir up trouble. It seemed that finally something could shift the little ancestor's attention away. He hoped that this time it could last longer, as for the girl, just let her seek good fortune herself.

  Plum Rain was unaware that she had become someone else's prey, and at this moment, she was in a video store asking about prices.

  Since the rise of wedding photography, these studios have sprouted up everywhere, especially in commercial areas, and you can often find one every three to five steps.

  Plum rain looked at the time and it was already 10 o'clock. She didn't have any extra time to waste, so she found a nearby one and walked in.

  This is a well-known chain of photo studios. Mei Yu first inquired about the price of bare-headed photos, which was very cheap, and for an additional ten yuan, they could be developed immediately. She didn't hesitate to take a 1-inch photo first, and after taking it, she got a set of eight photos at once. Then, she carefully watched the photographer delete her photos from the computer.

  She put away the photos and asked the photographer in a soft voice: "Excuse me, how much does it cost to take artistic photos?"

  The photographer took a glance at her, snapped a photo, and thought that this girl's appearance and temperament were both great. Her looks were very classic. Recently the studio wanted to launch a series of ancient wedding dresses, he was thinking of discussing with his boss whether to invite this girl to be a model for a photoshoot, it would definitely turn out great.

  Unexpectedly, Meiyu took the initiative to ask, and the photographer immediately responded: "Now we're having an event here, a set of art photos that originally cost 499 is now only 365, it's a great deal."

  Mei Yu quietly waited for him to finish and politely asked: "Excuse me, how much does it cost to take just one photo?"

  The photographer stared at her with his mouth agape, stuttering as he repeated Mei Yu's words: "O-one... p-picture?"

  Mei Yu nodded firmly, her face flushing with embarrassment. Of course she couldn't take another set of photos now; what would be the point? Was she supposed to display them in her small rental apartment?

  The photographer's face sank, and this girl was sincere in finding trouble, he replied reluctantly: "Sorry, miss, this is probably not possible to take. You have to know that taking a set of artistic photos, makeup and clothing are all included. You only take one artistic photo, our cost is too high."

  Mei Yu listened to his explanation and immediately understood that when taking artistic photos, professional makeup artists and clothing stylists need to cooperate, with a single makeup session taking half an hour. If one set of artistic photos costs 365 yuan, consisting of twenty shots, it can't be simply calculated as eighteen yuan per photo.