After getting along day and night for nearly three years, how could Tian Wenjian not know the old man's surname Bing. In fact, long before he joined the army, he had the idea of letting the old man use his spare heat.

"Master, I'm really not complimenting you. To put it mildly, the third senior brother fell into such a field, he deserved it! You said that with you, the leader of the photography industry, the deputy secretary general of the J Provincial Photographers Association, the senior photojournalist of Huaxin Agency, and a well-known master at home and abroad, he didn't come to ask for advice, but believed in the fools of those outsiders, and he didn't lose all his money, then it would be a hell of a thing. ”

Master Wu nodded thoughtfully, and then muttered to himself: "I was a little angry that he didn't greet me when I resigned to start a wedding photography." But then again, even if you say hello to me, I don't seem to be able to do much. ”

"Who said that? You can help a lot. Tian Wenjian, who had a ghost in his heart, stood up and said pointedly: "Master, if he had asked you for advice at that time, and you had always seen that he had made up his mind, would you suggest that he open a photo studio in the familiar Jiangcheng, instead of the unfamiliar S Province?" ”

"That's right." Wu Bolan grabbed the teacup and said as a matter of course: "I can still introduce him to some business in Jiangcheng." What level do you think the photojournalists in those newspapers are? As soon as there was a meeting or a guest in the province, I was asked to take a group photo for them. ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" Seeing that the old man was slowly getting set, Tian Wenjian said while the iron was hot: "At the level of those rookies, they are also a photographer." We are different, you are always a photographer, your apprentice is a photographer, to put it bluntly, this is the difference between professors, teachers and students.

If I open a photo studio in Jiangcheng, with your golden signboard, the provincial party committee, the provincial political axe, the departments of the provincial organs, the military sub-district, the armed police corps, the provincial party school, and several universities, who else can they find if they don't look for me? Of course, even if they look for me, they still believe in your old technology and give you old face. ”

"Wait......" Wu Bolan seemed to understand something, and immediately turned around and asked, "Stinky boy, did you think that I was going to retire, so you made up my mind?" ”

Although the reporter did think so, he still shook his head again and again: "Master, I want to, but I can't do that." Sister Xiaoyan thinks that you are so eager to wear it, why don't I have to send you on the plane. ”

"And what the hell do you want to do?" After retirement, he will definitely go to the United States, but Wu Bolan really didn't want to live in the United States for a long time. After all, the people there are not familiar with the place, and the language is not understood, so it is better to come back early and stay in Jiangcheng comfortably.

Tian Wenjian scratched his head and said shamelessly: "Master, the J Provincial Photographers Association didn't start it single-handedly. I'm afraid that when you go to the United States, not only will the association's funding not be guaranteed, but even the Cultural Affairs Agency may not let them continue to borrow it. So...... So...... So, I wondered if I could move the photographer to my photo studio and help you take care of it sooner or later. ”

What a wishful thinking of pulling the tiger's skin as a banner!

Wu Bolan reacted, and immediately said with a smile: "The Photography Association is a professional people's organization led by China [***] and composed of photographers of all nationalities across the country!" It is a member of the China Federation of Art Circles, a bridge and link between the party and the political axe and the photography industry, and an important force for the prosperity of photography and the construction of advanced socialist culture. Even when he was alive, he inscribed the name of the association for us twice.

Although the political axe does not give us as much money as the cooperative, what is the social status...... For various reasons, there is no cooperation...... Come...... But in any case, it is also a people's organization that eats the financial meal seriously. If you move the Regent Association to you, won't your photo studio become a political axe unit? No, no, this joke can't be made. ”

"Is it as exaggerated as you say?" Tian Wenjian stood up, pushed open the window and pointed to the street outside and said: "Master, let's go to the street at this time and ask a few people casually, to ensure that they have never heard of the Regent Association, and there is no problem that affects the image of the political axe at all."

Besides, isn't the association's funding tight? To my water, electricity, property fees, and management fees are all waived, and you can also sponsor some funds for them. When the time comes, organize a wind collection activity or something, and you will have plenty of money, right? Save yourself from staying at the Agency for Cultural Affairs and suffering from that idleness. ”

The Writers' Association is already very unstatused, not to mention the Photographer's Association, which is more than a little worse than it in all aspects. Just because I don't have my own office space, my family has moved three times in the past few years. If it weren't for Wu Bolan who was in a hurry to find Deputy Secretary Liu of the Provincial Party Committee, more than a dozen people would still be nesting in the dilapidated house next to the boiler room of the Civil Affairs Department as before.

Seeing that the old man who could influence the Photography Association of J Province was a little tempted, Tian Wenjian struck while the iron was hot and said: "Master, you also said that the Photography Association is a professional people's organization composed of photographers of all nationalities across the country. But since it is a people's organization, it cannot be separated from the people for a long time. More than a dozen people took the wages paid by the people, hid in the high-powered courtyard and played with the camera by themselves, and played for decades! If Grandpa Mao is still there, you have to remove your people's organization that has been separated from the people for a long time. ”

How could Wu Bolan, who has a high political consciousness, not understand these truths? But this is the national situation. The reason for this is that a few decades ago, it was intellectuals who could play with cameras. And with this people's organization, it will be possible to rally those intellectuals more closely around the party.

Now that the reform and opening up has been carried out, the common people have money in their hands. At the same time, camera technology has advanced by leaps and bounds. In particular, the advent of point-and-shoot cameras allowed cameras to fly into ordinary people's homes overnight. Three-year-old children can take a few photos with "click, click", who will go to your photography association that collects membership fees?

Without members, there is no meaning for the Association to continue to exist. Slowly, it will transform from an official organization into a purely non-governmental organization for photography enthusiasts. In fact, in recent years, several groups of photography enthusiasts have popped up. Although they did not carry the red flag, their influence in the circle has greatly exceeded that of the Regents' Association. It's just that they can't publish and distribute photography magazines, and they can't collect membership fees openly.

"What are you doing with all this nonsense?" Wu Bolan, who was poked in the sore spot, sighed and said very seriously: "Whether you like it or not, whether you want it or not, but as long as you wear a green uniform, then you are a revolutionary soldier." Even if you want to open a photo studio in Jiangcheng, it will have to wait until you are discharged from the army. ”

"By the time I leave the army, the tea will already be cold." Tian Wenjian squatted down, held Wu Bolan's hands, and looked pitiful: "Master, who else can I ask for besides you?" ”

"But you're still a soldier, can you let me help you look at the stall?"