Five yuan per piece?

I want them all?

Jiang Yunlong was stunned. He didn't understand how Chen Ning could say such words.

The value of a photo does not lie in the photo itself, but the information the photo brings to people, and the added value worth digging deep.

Judging from the photo of her and Zhang Xiaojian walking into the hotel side by side in Chen Ning's hand, not to mention the seven-digit number, the six-digit number should also be worth it.

If you don’t sell it to Chen Ning, plan it or plan it, you will give entertainment media and major marketing accounts a total of more than 100,000 yuan.

But when Chen Ning opened his mouth, I wanted all five

This made Jiang Yunlong a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know how to answer.

Especially when facing Chen Ning's face, he once admired him very much, and even had a few old posters hanging in the bedroom. He didn't know what to say, but in short, he thought it was ridiculous.

But Chen Ning didn't think it was ridiculous at all, but said fairly: "Your printing paper is okay, it costs one dollar per piece. The photos are taken very clearly, the technology is pretty good, and it is worthy of praise. I will add one more yuan to you in the technical work. I also have a lot of errands to follow me. I will charge you two lunch boxes for you. There are probably about fifty pieces here, and a total of two yuan and five yuan is the cost of one. I will give you five yuan per piece. You earn half of it. Isn't it very reasonable to have two hundred and fifty yuan?"

Too terrible

Jiang Yunlong was completely stupid.

Is this how the account settlement is settled?

Isn’t this photo a rumor and negative about you?

You actually calculated the cost of printing paper with me, and the most important thing about taking photos with me is the cost of taking your lunch box.

So he raised his hand: "Wait a minute, the value of the photo is not the photo, but..."

"The story characters and meanings in the photo." Chen Ning interrupted and helped him add.

Then Chen Ning smiled and Jiang Yunlong was stunned, his mind was blank. Because this smile was so familiar, Chen Ning had laughed like this in countless concerts and film and television works, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he felt that it was more beautiful than he remembered.

Forgive Jiang Yunlong, apart from his professional identity as a paparazzi, he is Chen Ning's ashes after all, and it is reasonable to face Chen Ning no matter how panicked he is.

After saying this, Chen Ning said again: "My five dollars is just to buy the photos themselves, and I don't buy your negatives. It's your business that you are willing to sell to entertainment magazines or online marketing accounts."

"Then the meaning of buying this photo?"

Chen Ning actually replied: "Save memorial, I'll save the seal."

At this moment, Jiang Yunlong was extremely jealous of Zhang Xiaojian in the photo and didn't know how to answer Chen Ning.

Chen Ning didn't carefully check the photos on the table. Anyway, he grabbed a stack of them, and finally took out three hundred yuan in cash from his bag and threw it on the table and said, "Okay, two hundred and five are unlucky, I'll leave first."

This is?

Jiang Yunlong, who was completely confused, didn't know what he should do now.

From the moment Chen Ning entered the house, she had control of all the initiative and rhythm until the gate was closed, he had never said a few words.

After a "bang", Jiang Yunlong woke up.

Then there was another knock on the door.

He thought Chen Ningzhou had returned, so he quickly opened the door, but saw a fat woman with gold-rimmed glasses.

The woman is Lao Guo. She saw Jiang Yunlong, who was messy with hair like a chicken coop and said, "You should know that some of your behaviors are illegal. You can post photos at will. We can bear the consequences, but we must also sue you for the rest of your life and think about it yourself."

Lao Guo didn't enter the house. After saying this, he turned around and went downstairs.

Jiang Yunlong stood there with a mute open, his mind blank.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know that an interesting story between a fan paparazzi and an idol was happening in the imperial capital.

The flight landed on time, and he walked out of the airport with Zhong Lingshuai. Since he was back in the middle of the night, he did not tell anyone in advance.

Take a breath of the air in Jiangcheng, and the haze situation is much better than that in the imperial capital, and it is good.

Zhong Lingshuai had another phone number written on his hand, which was from the flight attendant Xie. Zhang Xiaojian asked curiously as he walked, "What's the matter? Let's make an appointment tonight?"

Zhong Lingshuai quickly shook his head and looked at Zhang Xiaojian and suggested: "Brother Xiaojian, do you remember that we were stinged by scorpions before we got on the plane?"

"So, you want to go and detoxify together?"

Zhong Lingshuai gave Zhang Xiaojian a look that you understand me so much, and then looked around: "Where is there around here?"

"Get out, don't you have any shame yet, don't you have any face? Your face is cleaner. Do you want someone to strip naked and beat him up, and throw him at the door of the morning market?"

"Don't mention this, it's embarrassing."

"You know it's embarrassing, too."

While speaking, Zhang Xiaojian and Zhong Lingshuai walked out of the airport and entered the parking lot. The Mercedes-Benz SUV finally waited for the long-lost owner and made an unlocking sound.

Zhang Xiaojian got into the car, and Zhong Lingshuai got into the co-pilot, and said a little disgusted: "It's not Brother Xiaojian, what's your worth? You drive this broken Mercedes-Benz?"

"Uh, isn't this car good?"

"Not worth four or five million or tens of millions, can this car match you?"

"Please me?"

"I really don't mean to praise you, but at least this is your territory. I can't let me be a friend come, I can't enjoy anything."

"What do you want to enjoy?"

"You can stay in a five-star hotel with a standard meal per meal that cannot be lower than 5,000 per person..."

"Do you still have some shame?"

"Yes, after all, so handsome."

While talking nonsense, the two set off. As the airport road happened to pass by the music scene, the music scene was not over yet, and the irritable music came into Zhong Lingshuai's ears. He looked at the bright lights in the distance, and listened to the singing and asked, "Where is that?"

"Swordshow music scene."

"We can go and have a look. Can we still buy tickets now?"

"I'm the boss."

"Uh?" Zhong Lingshuai said anxiously: "Brother Xiao Jian, I think this Mercedes-Benz is really not worthy of you."

After coming to Jianxing Music, Zhang Xiaojian felt a little tired and didn't want to go into the scene with Zhong Lingshuai, who looked very excited. Then the rooftop of the office building is a good choice.

Not only was it not crowded, but it also had a wide view. Later, Lao Shi was willing to watch it on the rooftop and specially arranged it. It was simply a seat for the boss. However, Zhang Xiaojian came here too few times later and didn't enjoy it much.

When they walked into the office building, the employees were surprised to see the big boss Zhang Xiaojian, but they were all for a moment, and then immediately smiled and said hello.

Zhang Xiaojian smiled and nodded one by one, then went straight to the top floor.

Since there is no elevator on the top floor, Zhang Xiaojian took Zhong Lingshuai to the top floor and wanted to go up the rooftop, so he had to walk the stairs.

Entering the corridor, the two of them quickly arrived at the rooftop exit. But before they could step out, Zhang Xiaojian heard a familiar voice, which was Lao Bai's voice.

So he pulled Zhong Lingshuai and made a 'shh' gesture.
Chapter completed!