The shooting place is an open venue, in addition to Song Bangyue and Xie Jiangcheng, many tourists are also visiting, and occasionally they will cast their attention.

Realizing that he had recognized the wrong person, the makeup artist also compared the photos.

"Oh, I'm sorry, she looks like you with makeup, but not without makeup."

The makeup artist paused, "But you're a little better looking than her." ”

Xie Jiangcheng translated for her, and Song Bangyue smiled and said thank you in French.

Then he took Xie Jiangcheng's arm and snickered with joy.

"She complimented me on how good I looked."

"It's a fact."

"It's a romantic city, it's nice to talk about."

It's different in China, everyone rarely praises people in person, most of them stare at it, and only praise behind their backs after it's over.

And she's less social, and less praised by others.

Of course, fans boast otherwise.

Xie Jiangcheng stopped her and whispered in her ear, "I obviously praise you every day, why don't you praise me?" ”

"When will you boast ......"

In his smiling and slightly restrained gaze, she quickly shut up.

Only the corners of his eyes and cheeks turned crimson.

How can you count the boasting in bed?

"I don't remember." I remember that I didn't have time to care at that time.

Xie Jiangcheng made persistent efforts, "Then how many more times will you praise tonight?" ”

She raised her hand and twisted it towards his waist, "You're broken again!" ”

What about the good Gao Leng Ba Zong?

But then again, Xie Jiangcheng has been breaking down in front of her.

The two of them were arguing while watching Zhao Yumei adjust the lighting board and lighting back and forth.

Just then, a man in a floral shirt and white pants walked out.

He has a tall hooked nose and a thin face, and looks like an exaggerated character from a comic.

"What? Did you get into a car accident? Are you kidding? ”

The voice was full of anger.

There was a crying sound on the phone, "I'm queuing up for inspection, can I come back in the afternoon to shoot?" ”

"No, you can't!"

After the man finished yelling, he hung up the phone.

"Immediately, find me a new model!"

Song Bangyue didn't understand a word of the above conversation.

Wow, foreign designers have such a big temper.

Looking at the age and the high heels on his feet, it should be sisters, right?

At this time, Xie Jiangcheng suddenly said:

"Well, how about we go to the castle and take pictures?"

"Okay."

She came to a foreign country with a language barrier and was unfamiliar with the place, so she agreed to Xie Jiangcheng's proposal 10,000.

Good behave~

Without children by her side, she is not a stepmother or a grandmother, but a little girl who needs to be spoiled by him.

She can immediately trot up when she sees something she likes, instead of always being afraid of getting her child lost if she walks away.

By his side, she is always relaxed and happy.

Xie Jiangcheng smiled and led her away from the filming scene.

Leaving is leaving, but soon, Zhao Yumei's phone also called.

"Bang Yue, there is a lack of models in the place where I shoot, would you like to come and audition?"

"Huh?"

"Just give it a try, because the makeup artist here recommended you, and the designer is interested."

Song Bangyue felt that it was very troublesome, but she was afraid that Zhao Yumei's work would go wrong after refusing.

"Don't worry, it's okay if the designer says you don't want to."

There were already alternative models, and the designer was just a little interested because of the makeup artist's proposal.

Song Bangyue was relieved, anyway, her interest was in cooking, being a model or something, and she couldn't say whether she liked it or not.

Zhao Yumei knew that she was unwilling, so she turned around and said sorry to the designer.

But the designer insisted, "Anna and I are old friends, and she says that if you look good, you must look good, so you ask her if she is worth 100 euros per hour?" ”

Zhao Yumei sighed, where is Bang Yue short of money now.

"The designer said that the hourly wage was 100 euros."

Hundred? Song Bangyue didn't think it was a lot, until she realized that she was in France, and the currency in circulation was the euro!

"I agree!"

Zhao Yumei: "?? ”

You've got to be the housekeeper.

Song Bangyue dragged Xie Jiangcheng and ran downstairs.

Hahaha more than 700 yuan an hour, and 3 or 4,000 yuan in half a day!

It feels like a new world has been opened.

She filmed materials and cut videos, worked hard for a week, and her income was only 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and she had to deduct taxes and expenses.

And according to Xie Jiangcheng, if she changes to a model according to her current number of fans, her hourly salary in China can exceed 3,000.

After all, her fan base is already equivalent to a fourth- or fifth-tier star.

Looking at her expression, Xie Jiangcheng mercilessly gave her a hammer of reality:

"But at your current age, the age at which you can work is no more than five years, or on the premise that you are particularly photogenic and experienced."

Even many models are out of work after twenty-six or seventeen.

After all, it is a bowl of youth rice, and it is an industry that eats more age than female stars in the entertainment industry.

Because female stars in the entertainment industry can retouch pictures and add filters, but the models are all hard photos, and they can't even find a job if their skin is not in good condition.

Song Bangyue was dumbfounded.

At the age of twenty-seven, he is considered middle-aged and elderly in the modeling circle!

Immediately there was no faith.

However, when the designer saw her, his eyes immediately lit up, and he grabbed her as if he had seen his own sister.

After listening to this sister for a long time, she didn't understand anything.

Xie Jiangcheng had no choice but to tell her, "The designer said that you don't need to audition, you can go directly, even if you have no experience, he will teach you one posture and one look at you." ”

It's okay not to speak, but as soon as he says it, the designer's eyes light up.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is like a wolf seeing the flesh and a green light.

"You're husband and wife?" The designer asked him.

"Yes."

"It's a shame that you're better than all the male models I've ever raised."

Song Bangyue still didn't know what the designer said, but looking at Xie Jiangcheng's frowning appearance, it was probably not a good word.

"How many outfits does my wife need to photograph?"

"Three sets." Cole's assistant volunteered: "I expect to shoot for a day." ”

Xie Jiangcheng told the truth.

"Okay."

The contract was handed over to Xie Jiangcheng to deal with, and Song Bangyue followed the makeup artist to make up.

When Xie Jiangcheng came back after processing the contract, his face darkened.

"What kind of clothes are they?"

Foreign brand designers should always be open and bold.

Song Bangyue's slinger one-piece wide-leg pants have a black belt with white and palm width.

Not to mention the large piece of the back exposed, there is a hollow around the waist.

The design of the suit texture is ascetic and elegant.

Moreover, foreign designers favor bold and sexy styles, and Song Bangyue did not know the essentials at first, but under the guidance of designers and photographers, she quickly mastered the essentials.

She painted wild hairy eyebrows, brown-red lips, and wore a golden bracelet and large hoop earrings.

The chin is lifted to reveal a clear jawline, and the eyelashes are slightly drooping, sexy and delicate.

At first, she was still in high spirits, but in the back, she was completely numb.

It's just an emotionless posing machine.

It was seven o'clock in the evening that all the photos were taken.

She relied directly on Xie Jiangcheng, "I think, being a food blogger is my vocation......"

Change careers or something, don't think about it.

If you have some money, you should earn it from others.