Chapter 5: Bad People Like Me

"One contains your body hair." Xiao Yong's tone was laced with a hint of provocation, making it a delightful task to see a young girl blush, regardless of the occasion

Swaying gently to the music, moving, jumping, turning sideways, and tiptoeing in that place enveloped by pure light. Although the poses of the inexperienced model Ye Jiaying are simple and somewhat juvenile, not at all aligning with the current trend of general sexualization among models, they represent Ye Jiaying's most authentic state. She somewhat enjoys it this way. In the overly bright white light, Ye Jiaying cannot see where Xiao Yong, who stands in the shadows, is located, nor can she discern the direction, let alone his exact posture. However, she can gauge from the sound how particular Xiao Yong is. Xiao Yong rarely gives instructions and even less frequently presses the shutter. From beginning to end, Xiao Yong pressed the shutter a total of 14 times.

Deep breath ... ... deep breath. ... ... Ye Jiaying waited until Xiao Yong had exited the factory and closed the door before lifting the small blanket, hurriedly putting on her bikini shorts. ... Then, she sat on the beach chair, hugging her knees in a daze ... ? ... Am I really about to experience my first modeling job in my life? Have I given too much ... ? ... ... These thoughts did not trouble her for long; she noticed a logo on the small blanket that Xiao Yong had given her: DOMKE. ... Am I really about to experience my first modeling job in my life? Have I given too much ... ? ... ... These thoughts did not trouble her for long; she noticed a logo on the small blanket that Xiao Yong had given her: DOMKE. This blanket is rather expensive, surprisingly produced by Domke, which is generally used by photographers to wrap their equipment.

The two of them were quietly finishing up their work at m. hetushucomcom. After Ye Jiaying changed her clothes and returned the car keys, Xiao Yong dragged two enormous aluminum boxes and walked outside with Ye Jiaying. He silently stuffed the boxes into his Land Rover, and the originally spacious cabin immediately felt cramped. Ye Jiaying stood to the side, unsure of what to say. She felt that there should still be something to confirm.

"Should I take you back, or will you go back by yourself?" Xiao Yong asked

Uh?" Ye Jiaying raised her head and looked at Xiao Yong, who seemed somewhat familiar at this moment. Ye Jiaying was unsure of what to say, and after a moment of hesitation, she said: "My home is not far, no need to trouble yourself."

Although it is a cover version by the vocal group Celtic Women, when that bright voice rang out, Ye Jiaying, who had been tense all along, felt a moment of relaxation, and a faint smile naturally appeared on her face. At that moment, Ye Jiaying indeed heard the crisp sound of Hasselblad's shutter.

Ye Jiaying was momentarily taken aback, then obediently nodded, "Oh..." She had no objections, especially regarding this field with which she was not familiar.

Xiao Yong displayed no signs of shame, regret, or embarrassment; he merely stated a basic fact he had learned during his many years in the fashion industry. He opened the car door, took his seat in the driver's position, and drove away. He did not cast another glance at Ye Jiaying's face. He did not see the astonishment in Ye Jiaying's shy expression. Yet, there was not a trace of anger, nor even a lesser degree of resentment. He did not see the astonishment in Ye Jiaying's shy expression. Yet, there was not a trace of anger, nor even a lesser degree of resentment. Had he seen it, he might have been somewhat taken aback.

Hmm... Ye Jiaying's voice was just as before, light as if it were a newborn kitten

"Do you want to continue in this industry? Remember, there are many bad people like me," Xiao Yong finally suggested

Alright. Xiao Yong understood very well what Ye Jiaying was puzzled about, "The client only needs six photos. I took 14. Given my success rate, this is more than sufficient"

"Alright, Tan Weiyan will notify you to look at the photos. Remember to have Tan Weiyan use this set of photos to create a model card for you. This factory, along with the one next to it, will be my studio in the future. Once the renovations are complete, I will invite you back for a photoshoot," Xiao Yong said淡淡地, then smiled slightly and added, "if you are still willing to be a model by then"

Ye Jiaying picked them up; the two black plastic containers with gray lids were quite light. She asked, "What is this?"

Very well. After the shoot, Xiao Yong turned off the four light boxes and switched on the halogen lights above the workshop. "Let your eyes adjust for a moment, then go change your clothes."

Are you all... ready? Xiao Yong took the camera out of the photography bag on the ground. The Hasselblad body was equipped with a Phase digital back

Is this all right?" Ye Jiaying asked with some curiosity

I am ready. " Ye Jiaying nodded and said. She dropped the small blanket and walked calmly into the bright light. At the moment she turned to face Xiao Yong, she heard music playing. It was not a rhythmically distinct rock or R&B, nor the kind of music that photographers prefer and most models are certainly accustomed to for runway echoes, and it was not the universally applicable New Age music, but a piece that Ye Jiaying particularly liked: Over the Rainbow. This was the theme song from the famous animated film "Alice in Wonderland," a song that every young girl would inevitably begin to dream upon hearing, and every young woman would sigh when she heard it... Every middle-aged woman would feel nostalgic upon hearing it, and every elderly woman would reminisce... Of course, the premise is that they understand it. Every middle-aged woman would feel nostalgic upon hearing it, and every elderly woman would reminisce... Of course, the premise is that they understand it.

There is a photographer using this level of camera to take his first set of photos, which is indeed a stroke of luck. At the very least, Ye Jiaying knows that many models among her peers were first photographed while participating in outdoor or studio shooting events organized by online enthusiasts, where dozens of unknown photography enthusiasts wield cameras ranging from 3,000 to tens of thousands of yuan, equipped with lenses priced from hundreds to tens of thousands, fearlessly wasting shutter clicks. Subsequently, countless photos will emerge on a certain forum. Everyone strives to keep the thread alive, evaluating the models' qualities, whether their faces are beautiful or their figures are good... Meanwhile, professional photographers seem to always hide in what appears to be a distant place, not knowing when they might suddenly appear. They come for various purposes, some of which are not more noble than those of the photography enthusiasts. However, Ye Jiaying wonders if she might encounter any photographer with eyes like Xiao Yong's. When Xiao Yong picks up the camera, the light flickering in his eyes is completely different from the teasing, provoking, questioning, and mocking expressions he had just shown; it seems as if his eyes contain a beam of light. It appears that he has absorbed all the surrounding environment and light into some form of professional judgment, making his scrutiny and critical eye seem utterly irresistible.

There is also a jar of petroleum jelly. If you really cannot manage body hair on your own, a simple method is to use petroleum jelly, apply it, flatten it, and press it against the skin. The swimsuit has two layers, with one layer being adhesive, which will not show through to the surface. However, since you have made up your mind... I have no reason to refuse

Ye Jiaying could not ignore it; the photographer looked so beautiful when he smiled. She asked in confusion, "Alright... but why do you say I am still willing to be a model?"

At the very least, Tan Weiyan has shown you the shooting requirements. This is not a themed photoshoot; it is merely a set of swimsuit portraits with specific requirements. Wait a moment, the position between these four lights is yours; you do not always have to stand in the center, and you need not worry about whether the lighting is good for me. Do not try to act sexy, but also do not move like a puppet. Remember, when I give you a clear action request, respond immediately; do not freeze for three to five seconds, or it will be meaningless. While organizing the cables on the ground, wait a moment, the position between these four lights is yours; you do not always have to stand in the center, and you need not worry about whether the lighting is good for me. Do not try to act sexy, but also do not move like a puppet. Remember, when I give you a clear action request, respond immediately; do not freeze for three to five seconds, or it will be meaningless. While organizing the cables on the ground and making the final preparations for the shoot, Xiao Yong clearly stated his requirements. "You do not need to strictly follow the rhythm of the music; what you should follow is your body's feeling towards the music. I believe you are indeed naturally beautiful, but I also believe that you are not so exceptionally gifted that you can maintain your current state without any training or exercise; you should understand what I mean." "You do not need to strictly follow the rhythm of the music; what you should follow is your body's feeling towards the music. I believe you are indeed naturally beautiful, but I also believe that you are not so exceptionally gifted that you can maintain your current state without any training or exercise; you should understand what I mean."

For the two individuals today, ten minutes is forever an abstraction. Xiao Yong did not actually wait the full ten minutes before returning. Every few minutes, he came back carrying something. In his hand, he held a portable CD player, one that does not require a power outlet but can produce sufficiently loud sound for a limited time using dry batteries, and has barely acceptable sound quality. It is the kind of device that every party enthusiast habitually tosses into the trunk of their car. In his hand, he held a portable CD player, one that does not require a power outlet but can produce sufficiently loud sound for a limited time using dry batteries, and has barely acceptable sound quality. It is the kind of device that every party enthusiast habitually tosses into the trunk of their car. Xiao Yong took an iPod out of his pocket and plugged it into the speaker, his thumb rotating on the tactile dial, selecting the appropriate song among tens of thousands, as long as the model had no opinion on the music, or until the model became famous or important enough for their opinion to be valued by a photographer like Xiao Yong, this was the photographer's job. But Ye Jiaying could not help but wonder: Xiao Yong, has he washed his hands?

Xiao Yong's expression returned to a poker face as he took out two plastic canisters containing film from his pocket and handed them to Ye Jiaying

As expected, Ye Jiaying's face suddenly flushed red again, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Xiao Yong