The quarterly Las Vegas Photographers Association campsite was chosen at the Yellowstone Grand Canyon, where Shuhei and Keiko Matsushima went together last time.

When Zhou Ping and Isabella met, they were accompanied by two men and a woman, both members of the Las Vegas Photographers Association.

They are all well-known photographers in Las Vegas.

After introducing Zhou Ping and getting to know everyone, Isabella gave a general introduction to the photographer's camping activity.

Zhou Ping was very clear about all the content and circumstances of this event, but he still patiently reviewed it again.

The camp was organized by Vidore, an internationally renowned photographer whose work has been nominated in all world competitions.

Although he failed to win the championship in the end because his works in the same period were too good, he also squeezed into the top ten, which shows his photography level.

Led by Isabella, the two cars drove all the way to the campsite in the Grand Canyon.

From a distance, you can see that there are more than a dozen small tents erected here, with a large tent in the middle, and a few RVs parked next to the tent.

As soon as he parked the car, Zhou Ping knew that the photographer named Vidol was already waiting next to him.

He stepped next to the co-pilot in a few steps, opened the door for Isabella before Vidol arrived, and then naturally took Isabella's little hand and pulled her out of the car very gentlemanly.

Widoll, who was originally smiling next to him, suddenly froze in place, and his face instantly became extremely ugly.

As if to alleviate the embarrassment or to belittle Zhou Ping, Vidol smiled awkwardly but politely: "Hi, Miss Isabella, is this your driver?"

Isabella glanced at Zhou Ping gently, winked at him, then turned her head and waved her hand at Vidol and said, "Of course not, Mr. Vidol, this is my friend, his name is Zhou, and he is from Huaxia!"

Vidal looked at Isabella's sensual and seductive figure, pretty and charming face, and her eyes flashed with aggression.

Turning his gaze away with difficulty, he turned his head to look at Zhou Ping, and said with a dry smile: "Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Zhou, this is the camping activity of the Photographers Association, are you also a photographer?"

Without waiting for Zhou Ping to speak, Isabella had already looked at Zhou Ping with adoring eyes, turned her head and said seriously to Vidol: "Of course, Mr. Vidol, Zhou Ke is a very powerful and talented photographer, or a master of photography. ”

Watts, master photographers?

Seeing that Isabella admired Zhou Ping so much, Vidor's cheeks twitched slightly.

Not only Vidol, but also the other people present who heard the conversation also looked at Zhou Ping with strange eyes.

As a photographer, Isabella herself is highly skilled, as everyone including Vidol knows.

Moreover, Isabella is undoubtedly a very proud girl, and her vision has always been quite high.

It is a bit unbelievable to be able to get such a high evaluation from her, and the other party is still a young man from Huaxia.

Vidol looked at Zhou Ping again with some jealousy, revealing a sneer: "Oh, yes? Then I'll have to ask Mr. Zhou for advice later." ”

"Isabella, there are a lot of well-known photographers from Las Vegas and nearby who have come to the camp, and now they are all chatting in the big tent in the middle, and there are also sumptuous food and wine prepared in it, you can go and take it as you like. I still have something to do, so I'll miss it first. ”

After speaking, Vidol also politely bowed to Isabella with a slight bow.

Zhou Ping raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "If you can humbly ask for advice, I will definitely teach." ”

The smile on Vidor's face froze, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

This bastard really thinks of himself as a master!

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that had risen, and turned to walk away.

Listening to Vidal's heavy steps, everyone could see that he must be in a very unhappy mood at the moment.

But in Zhou Ping's eyes, this is nothing at all.

Next, this sanctimonious but retributive Mr. Victor will surely go berserk because of his existence, and finally shed tears of chagrin and remorse.

Although Vidol was gone, Isabella still held Zhou Ping's arm, and said with beautiful eyes: "Zhou, you have to be careful, wait for Vidor to give you problems and embarrass you! ”

looked at Isabella holding him, feeling the softness coming from his arm, Zhou Ping said lightly: "Hehe, it's just a clown, let him perform well, but he'd better be able to be funny, don't mess with me, and don't harass you, otherwise I'll beat him so much that the yolk comes out!"

Isabella was visibly stunned.

It took a few seconds for her to react to what Zhou Ping meant when he said that the egg yolk was flowing out.

Poof!

Isabella couldn't help but laugh for a while.

Not only did she not dislike Zhou Ping's vulgar words, but she hugged his arm and said a little coquettishly: "You are also so bad!"

Zhou Ping raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to say something more, the two men and a woman who came with them in the car next to him had already walked over with their things.

When Isabella saw it, she stopped smiling, let go of Zhou Ping's arm and beckoned a few people and said, "Let's go, let's go inside and eat something first, it's already a little faster, everyone must be hungry!"

Walking into the big tent next to the RV, there was a lot of delicious food on the long table.

All kinds of barbecued meats, roast suckling pig, steak, whiskey, red wine, etc.

In addition, there are several chefs with top hats who are busy in full swing to ensure that the food is served.

There are a lot of photographs on the table in the middle of the tent, which is probably for everyone's reference, study and discussion.

Isabella went to serve two steaks and drinks, sat down with Zhou Ping, and ate not very elegantly.

This photographer's camping event, because of the sponsor's investment, is actually no different from a cocktail party except for the venue.

Of course, the attendees are all photographers who are well-known in Las Vegas and across the United States.

Everyone communicates and learns from each other, learns skills, and improves their connections by the way.

An outsider like Zhou Ping, if it weren't for Isabella, wouldn't be eligible to participate at all.

During this period, Zhou Ping glanced at Vidol intentionally or unintentionally.

As one of the organizers of this camping event, coupled with his own title, this guy has naturally become the protagonist here, and there are already many people around him.

The attitude of everyone was very enthusiastic, and all kinds of compliments were vented like sprinkling water in the frequent toasts.

And Vidol obviously enjoyed the feeling of being held up by the stars, and he would occasionally comment on other people's works in a reserved manner, posing as a senior.

Zhou Ping has no interest in this kind of commercial blowing.

And he could feel that not only Isabella, but even the three companions she brought with her were a little unimpressed.

Subconsciously looked at the table below, and there were still three minutes before the big man of the so-called Photography Association came.

This time he deliberately drove fast on the road, arriving almost a quarter of an hour earlier than the previous reincarnation.

At this moment, Vidol picked up his phone and answered the call, his expression suddenly becoming very respectful.

Putting down his phone, Vidol tidied up his clothes, strutted his head, and walked out of the tent with a smile on his face.

Two minutes later, Vidol greeted a middle-aged man of about forty years of age, with meticulously combed hair, sunken eye sockets, and a high hooked nose, and an expression that looked very serious.

Vitor's attitude at this moment was the same as when the others treated him just now.

As soon as the people in the tent saw the middle-aged man appear, they also surrounded him.

The smiles on everyone's faces were much more sincere than they had been when they had faced Vidol just now.

Out of nowhere, he took out a microphone, stood on a small platform, raised his hand and said aloud: "Everyone, be quiet, be quiet! Today I am very honored to have Mr. Singh, my most admired master of photography, and everyone is warmly welcome!"

Of course, the photographers present knew who this Mr. Singh was, and the applause was extremely warm and long-lasting.

Isabella had actually seen this Mr. Singh just now, and her face showed a look of surprise.

Before that, Isabella did not know that this Mr. Singh would appear at this exchange meeting.

Noticing Zhou Ping's indifferent look, Isabella took it for granted that outsiders like Zhou Ping may not necessarily know where Singh is sacred.

She suppressed the idea of leaning over to say a few words, and said to Zhou Ping in a low voice: "Zhou, Master Singh is the vice president of the Las Vegas Photographic Association, and has also won many awards in international photography competitions. ”

"He cares very much about the development of us photography enthusiasts in this industry, and often brings together the younger generations, and is a highly respected master. ”

Zhou Ping nodded, his expression still indifferent.

In fact, he already knew the name of this Mr. Singh.

In college, due to Vic's relationship and his original interest, Zhou Ping was more or less half a photography enthusiast.

In order to improve his photography skills, he read a lot of photography magazines in the school library.

The Las Vegas-based photographer is a regular contributor to photography magazines.

However, at this moment, Zhou Ping didn't want to explain too much, so he simply patiently revisited Isabella's pertinent evaluation of this gentleman.

Seeing that everyone seemed so enthusiastic because of his arrival, Singh couldn't help but smile on his face, looking very satisfied.

At this moment, Victor suddenly looked at Zhou Ping's side, and said loudly into the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, in addition to the arrival of Master Singh today, we also have a photographer from the ancient country of China in the Far East, who is said to be very powerful. ”

As soon as his words fell, everyone looked at each other for a while.

However, someone soon locked Zhou Ping's direction, because among all the participants, he was such a Chinese face.

A few of the photographers who had just gathered Vidol probably thought of something, and had already echoed it loudly.

"Who is it? Call it out and let's see if it's that powerful. ”

"That's right, I don't think I've ever heard of a famous photographer in China?"

"Hehe, maybe it's a self-righteous frog at the bottom of the well, a little overconfident. ”

......

Singh couldn't help frowning, and he also discovered Zhou Ping's existence when he came in.

It's just that before figuring out the specific situation, he doesn't seem to want to get involved, but chooses a wait-and-see attitude.

Vidor saw that the scene reacted violently, and some people were obviously instigated by what he had just said, and there was a vague smile on his face that the conspiracy had succeeded.

Stepping off the small platform, Vidal came to Isabella and Zhou Ping's side, with a hypocritical and kind smile on his face, as if he had just taken the unpleasantness that had just happened outside, and did not pay attention to it at all.

Seeing Vidol coming over, Zhou Ping had a playful smile on his face.

Standing at the long table, Vidol pointed at Zhou Ping and said, "Everyone, obviously, there is only one person here who is different, and he is Mr. Zhou Ping Zhou from Huaxia. ”

When Bella heard Vidol introduce Zhou Ping like this, a flash of anger flashed in Isabella's eyes.

Just wanted to stand up and refute, Zhou Ping next to her grabbed her, slowly stuffed a piece of cut steak into his mouth, took a shallow sip of the wine glass, and after eating, Zhou Ping took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

Raising his head, he glanced at all the people who were staring at him at the scene, and then fell on Vidol, Zhou Ping said unhurriedly: "Jumping like this, do you want to test your photography skills with me on the spot?"

"Haha......"

Vidol seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and couldn't help but laugh.

When he had laughed enough, he suddenly turned pale and said to Zhou Ping: "Okay! Since Mr. Zhou is so interested, of course I will accompany him to the end." ”

After speaking, Vidor turned to Singh and bowed slightly, and said: "It's an honor that Master Singh is also here today, and I just asked the master to be our referee, I don't know what the master wants." ”

Singh glanced at Zhou Ping with interest, as if he was also interested, and nodded: "Of course you can." ”

After a slight pause, Singh followed up and said, "Otherwise, I'll come up with a theme!"

"Good!"

There was a chorus of echoes all around, sounding a bit like a dog barking.

He looked around, his eyes quickly locked on Isabella, his eyes lit up, and he slapped his face and said loudly: "Let's pat this angelic lady two of you!"

"How's that, Mr. Zhou, is there a problem?" said Vidore's strange tone, full of disdain.

Zhou Ping saw that the two of them sang and harmonized, and arranged everything, nodded unhurriedly and said, "Yes, no problem!"

Isabella has absolute confidence in Zhou Ping's photography skills, and she is of course happy to hear that she wants to be a model.

Vidol couldn't wait to pull out his camera Hasselblad H6D-400C MS.

In such a live photo contest, according to the convention, the use of assistive devices is not allowed.

Photographers are required to use a camera to get the best out of their photos, so that this is a real technique.

Vidol is clearly determined to win, racing against time to adjust his camera in order to perform at the best level, in order to lose Zhou Ping's face.

The latter, on the other hand, sat still, concentrating on the remaining steak on his plate.

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