60. There is a kind of low self-esteem, called kneeling for a long time can not stand up
When Chen Mo arrived at Province Y on a rickety bus, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon.
"We've arrived at the station. We've arrived at Huayang County, City Y, Province Y. If you want to get off the bus, get off quickly. Otherwise, you'll miss the station and we're not responsible for driving back! Everyone who is sleeping, wake up. Get off the bus. Get off the bus.
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Chen Mo felt that the bumpy car window no longer vibrated, and listened to a special dialect that struck his ears, and gradually woke up from his sleep.
I turned my head away from the car window and opened my eyes. Sure enough, I saw white passenger buses parked one after another outside the window. In the distance, it was written clearly: Huayang County Passenger Bus Station. This is the mountain city where the event was held.
Chen Mo stretched and stood up, put on a black baseball cap, took down his luggage bag, and carried it on his back. At this time, the people in the car were almost naked. Chen Mo rubbed his eyes and looked at the car door before getting out of the car.
The flight attendant next to me also joked:
"Young man, you are quite handsome. Welcome to Huayang. Don't oversleep next time."
"Haha, okay, thank you, master."
Chen Mo turned around and said with a smile while holding on to the pole and getting out of the car.
"Where are you going, young man? How many people are there? Will you take a car?"
"Young man, are you going to Lu'an? Or to Fengxian County? 30, if not 20, you can't leave. I still have one person left. You can drive away as soon as you arrive."
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As soon as he got off the bus, a small car driver came up to solicit customers. Chen Mo smiled and waved his hands one by one, passed by the enthusiastic driver masters, and walked out of the passenger bus station.
Because this extreme sports competition was quite large, many extreme sports enthusiasts and players from home and abroad flocked here. In order to make it easier for players and staff to find the competition location, the organizers specially set up locations at bus stations and airports.
A shuttle bus for this event was arranged at the entrance of the train station.
Not long after Chen Mo walked out of the passenger station, he followed the messages sent to him by the teams and found the designated place. Sure enough, he saw the bus parked on the roadside.
After showing his work permit, Chen Mo successfully got on the bus.
As if he saw the camera hanging in front of Chen Mo, as soon as Chen Mo sat down, a guy with dreadlocks in the row behind him poked his head out.
"Little brother, are you also the photographer called for urgently?"
"Well, what should I say?" Chen Mo said hello with a smile and said with a smile while putting his luggage.
"Don't you know? Your studio didn't tell you when you came over? Huh? The young man looks very young, no, are you an assistant, or..."
"I took a job and came here to follow the filming."
"Good guy, that's my companion. You look young, haha~"
Chen Mo gently pressed the brim of his hat, smiled and did not refute.
"Come on, big guy, here comes another colleague. He's quite handsome. Let's get to know each other. In a few days, we will have to live and eat together."
The little brother with the dreadlocks was obviously a very talkative person. He stood up and greeted the people around him, looked at Chen Mo and said with a smile.
"Hello, young man. Which studio are you from? You look strange. I haven't seen you much before~"
An uncle sitting next to him was playing with a Canon long lens and debugging data. Hearing this, he looked up at Chen Mo and said with a smile.
"The young man is very handsome. He must have been a model before with this figure."
Sitting next to the guy with the dreadlocks was a Lycra slung across his chest. A middle-aged foreign uncle with a yellow beard also joked in broken Chinese with a smile.
"Hey, he looks quite stylish."
It happened that the people sitting in this area were all photographers, and they all greeted Chen Mo enthusiastically when he came over.
It can be said that the photographer's personal characteristics are so obvious that he can be recognized by everyone. The person carrying large and small bags in the bus looks like a social animal, Little Red Riding Hood porter, so he must be the photographer. Everyone has a bag slung in front of them.
The guy who was eating had the conversion equipment in his bag, and he also brought a laptop.
Chen Mo felt inexplicably familiar and familiar, as if he were home, and he smiled and greeted everyone.
"Hello seniors, I'm from Dahan Studio. I'm a newbie and have done relatively little work. My seniors have normal eyesight."
It's normal that he can't recognize him, because he lives and studies in Xiangyang. Except for City A, he rarely comes into contact with the photography circles outside Xiangyang. When he was young, when he went out to work, he avoided unnecessary
Because of the trouble, I also followed Brother Fu’s advice and wore a hat and mask, and covered my face tightly. It was too normal to be unrecognizable, not to mention that many of them here are professional photographers from abroad who came for international events.
After a few simple greetings, Chen Mo asked casually.
"What did you mean when you said you were looking for a photographer urgently?"
"Ah, young man, you may not know this when you first come here. I also heard from others that there have been several photographers in the past few days since the competition was held."
"what happened?"
"The organizer seems to be the HL family. They always have a lot of things to do. They like to pay attention to details in any event and are very demanding. If it weren't for the fact that the activities organized by their family have a good reputation and the money they give is really large, I wouldn't be able to do this this time.
Not coming either.
It’s nothing. It’s said that the skills of the photographers summoned in the previous wave were not up to par, and the video footage was too shaky or too blurry for the filming. The organizer is not satisfied and seems to want to change it.”
The uncle who debugged the Canon said.
"Hi, actually there are many photographers who have never experienced extreme sports like this, and they are not used to it all of a sudden. Many photographers are led by the participating teams themselves, and are not professional photographers in this field, so it is normal for them to feel uncomfortable.
It would have been a small competition in the past, but this time it is a large-scale competition for the chaebol group, and they have encountered the HL family, which is so picky, so they are relatively unlucky."
Sitting with the uncle, a young man in his thirties holding a Sony fx6v camera cannon sighed and said helplessly.
"Tch~ Don't put it so euphemistically. If you are not capable, you are not capable. In fact, there are not many professionals in the field of extreme sports shooting in China. Once it is put on the international stage, it will not be good. This aspect is still played by country M and country e.
Going deeper, without boasting or exaggerating, our country is not at the same level as them.
Otherwise, the new wave of photographers recruited this time are all from abroad? I heard that the HL family paid a lot of money to hire them. This time is embarrassing enough. If you say you are not capable, just don't take it. This time, the shame will be thrown abroad.
Already."
The young man with dreadlocks rolled his eyes and said disdainfully.
When Chen Mo heard this, his fingertips paused, and the fingertips holding the camera tightened slightly. There were some faint fingerprints on the black film surface.
He slowly turned his head and glanced at the young man with dreadlocks. Seeing that he was beaming with joy, as he should be, Danfeng's eyes closed slightly, and he turned his gaze back. Without saying anything, he moved his fingertips slightly and reassembled the Canon eos that Bai Yitong gave him.
-1dx, but moved his body slightly forward to prevent the dirty-haired young man from splashing his spittle.