"What's wrong, boss?" the two women asked in confusion.

"I have followed you before, and I am also considered your fans. I want you to be popular, so I will teach you a few more tricks."

He Sihai said in a low voice, and from time to time he looked behind him, looking worried about being discovered.

Sure enough, when the two women heard this, they squatted down with interest on their faces.

"I just said that you pinch your fingers, turn around, and cover your face with a fan. This fan must also be of particular importance."

He Sihai said, picked up the fan on the stall again, brushed it open it, covering half of his face.

"What do you mean?" asked the ponytail with an anxious look.

"I'll ask you, do you want to pay attention to your fans who are short, poor, poor, or successful people with culture and connotations?"

There is an implicit routine in He Sihai's words, the key point is the four words "successful people" later.

A cultured and connotation are not necessarily successful people.

Successful people may not have culture and connotation, but why do you have to add these four words?

Because successful people represent wealth, but not money is considered successful people? This society is so utilitarian.

"Of course that's the one behind." The two women said in unison.

"Then you must show your connotation."

"How do you show it?" Ponytail asked impatiently.

"Long legs, thin waist, big butt, definitely not express the connotation. To express your connotation, of course, you still have to rely on props..." He Sihai said, spreading the folding fan in his hand.

"Fan?" The purple-haired woman was able to take the initiative to find out the key to the problem.

"Have you answered correctly?" He Sihai said immediately.

The two women moved their eyes suspiciously to the fan in his hand.

He Sihai put away the floor.

"I'll ask you, what kind of fan do you plan to use in the previous shooting scene?"

"Round fan?" said the ponytail, and the purple-haired woman nodded in agreement.

"It's okay to use a round fan. Using a round fan to cover the face can express a woman's gentle temperament, but does it match your style?" He Sihai asked.

Then, without waiting for their answer, he gave the answer directly, "It definitely doesn't work. You are in a mature style and sexy style. You must maintain your personality and not contradict each other. Do you think so?"

The two women nodded, feeling that He Sihai was right and that his character could not be broken.

"No matter whether it is mature or sexy, they are all imperial sisters. Since they are imperial sisters, they naturally have to show their domineering personality, such as this fan that only men use." He Sihai once again spread the fan in his hand to cover half of his face.

At this time, the two women had completely entered He Sihai's thinking mode, and had no thoughts at all, and focused on what He Sihai said throughout the whole process.

"There are also some special features in this folding fan. The painting should not be strong and the font should not be too large, because it is to show a hint of 'hard' temperament, rather than to show a strong temperament."

"Don't use famous calligraphy and paintings, because it is generally industrial printing, with no artistic content at all, and the authentic product is too expensive, so you'd better be able to hand-paint yourself and bring up a poem, which will be even more perfect."

"Where can we do this?"

"So you can buy a hand-painted folding fan that is not very famous but has a certain depth." He Sihai opened the fan again.

The two women looked at the fan in his hand and showed suspicion again.

He Sihai did not allow them to think and continued: "Place some pens, ink, paper and inkstone next to it, playing old songs. He turned around to follow the music, opened the fan to cover his face. If you can't see your face, you will definitely see the calligraphy and paintings on the fan. Do you think those who watch the video subconsciously think that this was what you painted by yourself?"

As He Sihai said, the two women immediately appeared in their minds and nodded involuntarily.

"Boss, I don't know if you are fooling us, but I think what you said makes sense. Let's say, how much is your fan? By the way, there is also the inkstone and brush next to it. You can give me a price." The ponytail looked at He Sihai and said.

"The brush is cheap, and I don't need money. I'll give it to you, but the inkstone and fan are not good. Although this fan is not precious, the painting "Night Mooring of Fengqiao" and the poems next to it were painted by Ms. He Xuantao."

"She is very famous?" asked the purple-haired woman curiously.

"On the contrary, she has no reputation, but it meets your needs the most. If you buy a folding fan painted by a celebrity, others can see it at a glance. How can you prove that it was you who painted it yourself? The poems you who brought it up?"

"But it's not good that it's too bad, because it can't show its level, and this folding fan is the best suitable. Look at the paintings and characters on it. Although the pen tip is thin, the lines are full, and the softness of women is revealed in the bending. At first glance, it's like paintings and calligraphy for many years. The most important thing is that Ms. He Xuantao is not very famous yet. Have you ever heard of her? Have you ever heard of her?"

The two women immediately shook their heads when they heard this.

"That's right. Because she has no reputation, you guys painted this fan by yourself, and no one can say anything, and there is no signature on it yet."

...

In the end, He Sihai's folding fan was priced at 700 yuan, and "She Inkstone" was priced at 300 yuan. He was accompanied by a pair of missing corner paperweights and a bald pen, and sold it to a ponytail.

"Don't think I'm cheating you and lie to you. You just need to remember what I said and make sure you are popular." He Sihai said while taking out the QR code.

"Boss, you know so much." The purple-haired girl said a little admiringly.

"Do you think my wife is beautiful?" He Sihai pointed at Liu Wanzhao behind him and asked.

The two women nodded after hearing this and reluctantly admitted that Liu Wanzhao was only a little more beautiful than them.

"That's right. If I don't know much and don't have some ability, such a beautiful woman can marry me a street stall, so I'll give it to you, would you like?"

The two women subconsciously shook their heads when they heard this.

"So don't underestimate me, a street stall. Take this lamp as an example. What do you think it is useful?" He Sihai asked with a broken kerosene lamp on the stall.

"Lighting?" said the ponytail.

"Where is anyone using this lighting now?" said the purple-haired woman.

"Wrong, this is a work of art, let's take you as an example." He Sihai pointed to his ponytail.

"I just said, you can't just shoot one in a cheongsam, right? This is the best prop."

"Think about it, at night in an ancient alley, in front of a half-closed door, a woman was wearing a cheongsam and carrying a lamp, looking anxiously at the intersection, as if waiting for someone to return. Do you think you feel anything?"

"I feel it." said the two women.

"But I think it's better to carry a lantern." The purple-haired girl thought for a while.

"What's the best? In the middle of the night, the lanterns are all scammers. Do you want to scare people?" He Sihai retorted.

"Boss, how much does this light cost?" Ponytail asked directly.

"Why don't you understand? I'm telling you so much to sell this lamp? I'm teaching you how to shoot it to have artistic conception. For example, this lamp, besides what I just said, do you think of how to shoot it?"

The two women shook their heads.

"I really can't do anything about you." He Sihai looked like he was so angry that he couldn't make a big deal.

"The easiest thing is to light up the light, put it on the table, and then you are wearing a cheongsam and bent down. Remember to show your sexy curves. In front of the camera, slowly adjust the lights to the novel, 'It's late at night, let's sleep', what would you think if the male entertainers who saw this video would react?"

"Remember, you must say sleep, don't talk about rest. One person is called rest, two are called sleep."

He Sihai showed an expression of understanding.

The two women immediately smiled knowingly.

"Boss, you can sell me this lamp. How much does it cost? I bought it." Ponytail said again.

"I really don't want to sell your lamps, that's what I said, but you really want to take one hundred and five."

The ponytail didn't say anything and didn't pay back the price. She paid the money directly.

"Photo shoot well, and make sure that your videos will become popular. And don't look at this small lamp, it's not just about shooting the two scenes I just mentioned."

"Hey, boss, do you have any other good ideas? Let me tell me." The ponytail lit up when she heard this, and she asked quickly.

"I just said that I could take photos with lights in the old alley. In fact, I could add a prop, such as this big cigarette pipe... Forget it, I won't say it anymore, so you can avoid saying that I'm selling the cigarette pipe to you."

"How much does this cigarette pole cost?" asked the ponytail.

"Uh... Sanbai, because the cigarette holder is jade, it is more valuable." He Sihai replied deliberately with a confused look on his face.

The ponytail paid directly after hearing this, then grabbed the big cigarette puff in his hand, and asked, "Can you tell us now?"

"Oh, you guys are so, why bother? I will say it if you don't buy it."

"Boss, tell me quickly, how else can I take pictures?" the two women asked.

"It's the first scene, but don't hold the light anymore. You can hang it on the wall. You are leaning against the wall and supporting one foot back. Of course, you must reveal the advantages of your long legs. Then hold the cigarette pole in your hand and smoke. Under the slightly yellow light, the smoke is shrouded in smoke, looking at the alley with a little sadness..."

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"Boss, thank you. Do you have any other good ideas? Let me tell us again?" Ponytail asked intentionally.

"It's gone, I still have to do business. Let's talk about it next time I have the chance." He Sihai couldn't catch a sheep and tried to pull it hard.

"Okay." The ponytail was very disappointed when he heard this.

Then he took out his cell phone and said with anticipation: "Boss, why don't we add WeChat?"

"No, no, my wife wants to know that I add the beautiful girl's WeChat, what's wrong?" He Sihai pretended to be very scared.

"Are you so afraid of your wife?" The ponytail said in a disappointment.

"It's not that it's fear of love, who is afraid of her? Who is afraid of her?" He Sihai said this very loudly, and it was a sign of guilt at first glance. The two women immediately laughed.

"Okay, if you don't add it, don't add it, but have you been setting up a stall here?"

“Not always, but often.”

"Okay, I'll come to you next time." said the ponytail.

Then he pulled the purple-haired girl and was about to leave.

"No, don't, until now, I'm talking about you, what about me? What about me?" said the purple-haired girl unhappily.

Okay, this fat sheep drifted into the cage by itself.

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