Chapter 68 The boss’s shrewdness is limited to the business field
At noon, the sun is blazing and the sunshine is very fierce.
Li had already taken a taxi and came over.
When I came, I was dumbfounded.
Times Square is packed with people, and under the iconic big screen, it becomes a street photography channel.
There are more models and more photographers.
The square party also knows the traffic code. The large screen that originally played advertisements is now filled with scroll bars, and the scrolling content is today's date and time.
What made Li Zao even more dumbfounded was that the clothes worn by the people photographed were very similar to the one she was wearing.
But the quality is very poor.
Her private clothes are all casual and simple. Yesterday, she changed into an elegant long dress to receive Ji Honghai and Ji Li.
An aqua silk long skirt with a small stand-up collar, three-quarter sleeves, and embroidery of small bamboo leaves on the collar and placket.
Exquisite, national style, very characteristic of Jiangnan Xiaojiabiyu.
This dress was brought over by the workers when they brought the silk tapestry machine. It was made by Su's mother. She and Su Kui each had one.
However, the light is dark at night and it is difficult to capture the true color of the clothes, let alone the details of the clothes.
The long skirts worn by the girls who follow the trend are similar in style, but the colors are very different, some are green, some are gray, and the texture is mostly chiffon or cotton and linen, and there is no exquisite embroidery.
Some even brought men along for street photography, clearly imitating the combination of a domineering president and a gentle and loving wife.
Seeing this, Li Zao was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to walk over.
A photographer next to her whistled at her, "Beauty, we're here, just move forward."
Li Zao: "..."
"You go, go as you like, I'll help you take pictures." The photography guy held up a long lens in one hand and guided her movements with the other hand, making various poses.
Li Zao shook his head and backed away with a dry smile.
"Beauty, don't leave. You are so beautiful. Don't miss this opportunity to become famous."
"..." I thank you.
"Hey, I'm not going to lie to you, several of them have been on the hot searches. If you miss this wave of popularity, it will be difficult to take advantage of them."
Li Zao ran away quickly.
After finding a shady place, she prepared to communicate with Ye Qingshan again.
I took out my phone and saw a popular notification at first glance - "Mrs. Lu appeared in Times Square, and there are pictures to prove it!"
She was excited and opened it with trembling hands.
Haha, it’s shameful to be a clickbait, aren’t they just those fakes?!!!
The comments from netizens were lively - "You are so mean, you didn't even call me."
——"There are so many Mrs. Lu, does Mr. Lu know?"
——"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that Times Square would become the big winner, and the large-screen advertising costs would double."
——"Hey, uncle, at least put on your wig, Mr. Lu is not a Mediterranean."
——"This is Mr. Lu thirty years from now."
Li Zao saw it and was both angry and funny.
However, these are just words of ridicule to the imitators. Regarding Lu Xiangning's long-term failure to respond, they are still insults - "How difficult is it for the real Mrs. Lu to say something? I'm afraid the real Mrs. Lu is already crying at this moment.
Died in the hospital ward."
——"Returning the love between husband and wife, oh my, my wife is sick and in the hospital, and my husband is a bitch in the middle of the night, it's so loving."
——"Mr. Lu, come find me. If it's inconvenient for you to come out, I can send it to your door. I'm waiting for your private message."
Li Zao felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.
The mistress was photographed, and everyone wanted to pierce Mrs. Lu.
But the real Mrs. Lu was photographed, but was scolded as a mistress vixen.
Lu Xiangning was wronged, but he really deserved it.
Just as she was thinking, a large shadow suddenly fell above her head. She looked up and suddenly saw the person coming.
"You..." She was startled, more out of surprise, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Xiangning was holding an oil-paper umbrella. Yes, it was an ancient-style oil-paper umbrella bought from a street vendor.
He held an umbrella over her head, without wearing sunglasses or a mask.
You know, he is a businessman in a suit and holding an oil-paper umbrella, which is already out of place, and he still has his face exposed.
With so many people here and so many cameras, does he want to be known to the whole world?
Li Zao lowered his voice and asked again: "What are you doing here?"
Lu Xiangning was very hot, and big beads of sweat kept pouring out, "What are you doing here, that's what I'm doing here."
He Bing followed beside him and sighed when he heard this. Alas, all the teachings along the way were in vain.
What he taught was clearly "I'm here to find you". Mr. Lu has learned it with his brain but not his mouth. He is such a loser... Ahem, forget it, you can't scold the boss!
Li Zao asked angrily: "It's such a hot day, do you think I'm out to play?"
Lu Xiangning started complaining, "My backside is soaked. Do you think I'm willing to come?"
He Bing looked at the sky speechlessly. Oh my god, is the boss's shrewdness limited to the business world? Why is he so emotionally...
What a big waste!!!
At this time, the photographer who wanted to take a picture of Li Zao came after him with a SLR and took pictures without permission.
Lu Xiangning didn't look back. The sound of "clicking" behind him and the flash of light that came on quickly made him quickly lose his face.
He Bing stepped forward and blocked the camera with his hand, "What are you doing?"
"Brother, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
You can take a look at the photos and if you are satisfied, I can give them to you for free."
With that said, the little brother raised the camera and started flipping through the photos.
He Bing came over and took a look. Not to mention, the photo was really amazing.
The wife raised her head and was angry.
Mr. Lu, a tall and stalwart man from the back, was holding an oil-paper umbrella and leaning over to protect his wife from the sun.
This picture reminded He Bing of two words - admonishment!
Flipping further forward, there are personal photos of the wife, which are beautiful, refined, noble and elegant, and each one can be taken out to appreciate individually.
"How's it going? I took a good shot, right?" the little brother asked proudly.
He Bing said: "It's not that you take good photos, it's that Mrs. Lu is beautiful."
"Who?" The younger brother's voice was raised.
Li Zao sat motionless, and Lu Xiangning slowly turned around.
The younger brother's eyes widened and he stammered, "Lu Lulu... Mr. and Mrs. Lu?"
Li Zao immediately realized that Lu Xiangning had been exposed. She took a deep breath, raised her head, straightened her chest, sucked in her stomach, put her hands together on her waist, and instantly transformed into a young lady from a scholarly family in the Jiangnan water town.
Lu Xiangning stared at the little brother, "Aren't you going to take pictures?"
He Bing patted the younger brother on the shoulder and said: "Brother, take a good shot."
The little brother was so excited that he said yes, raised his SLR and clicked the shutter button continuously.
One pass to ten, ten to one hundred, and soon, everyone, both familiar and unknown, came here and clicked the shutter one by one.
Facing this large amount of spotlight, Li Zao's expression had already stiffened. She looked at Lu Xiangning, smiling and glaring, "What should I do now?! If my ugly photos are leaked, you can pay me."