HuaYu: Starting with Photography to Navigate the Entertainment Industry

"Who the hell farted? Step forward!"

Teacher Gao was furious and roared without turning her head.

The one speaking was naturally Xu Lang.

He wasn't just saying that in response to Teacher Gao.

Broadly speaking, it applies to the entire industry; more broadly, it applies to various industries.

Especially in a few years, when industrialization and standardization become more mature, the same will apply to everything from photos, songs, TV series, and movies to the cross-industry food industry.

They're all fucking garbage!

In pursuit of efficiency, cost reduction, easy replication, and large-scale production, they mass-produce "shit".

Whether you're a reader, listener, or viewer, or even the general public after pre-cooked meals are available, what else is there to watch if not "shit," what else is there to listen to if not noise, and what else is there to eat if not "junk"?

Looking back on his previous life, Xu Lang felt that there were fewer and fewer TV dramas to watch, fewer and fewer songs to listen to, and fewer and fewer movies to watch.

Even the food is getting worse and worse!

Even more extreme, a well-known director criticized:

"There are bad movies because there are bad audiences!"

funny!

Who exactly is producing garbage in bulk?

Are they audience members?

To put it in perspective, is it Reyza who is generating industrial waste?

She was not satisfied either, but she didn't know how to change it.

And what was the photographer's attitude?

I don't care what you say!

I filmed it according to the standard, so tell me if it's exquisite or above the standard?

When industry standards become the absolute limit, the industry is not far from destruction.

In my previous life, everyone was saying that the Chinese entertainment industry was dead.

But if you take the ordinary standard as the maximum limit, then it deserves to die!

Xu Lang initially wanted to step forward, but upon hearing the question, "Who farted?", he stopped.

"If I go out now, wouldn't that just be talking nonsense!"

Although he didn't step forward, everyone's eyes were still on Xu Lang.

Teacher Gao turned her head and stared at him, her voice icy.

"Who the hell are you?"

Seeing this, Re Yizha quickly stepped forward, "Teacher Gao, this is my classmate, Xu Lang, a freshman at the Beijing Film Academy's School of Cinematography this year."

"Ha ha!"

Teacher Gao burst into laughter, "Damn, a newbie who just entered the school dares to spout nonsense here? Who do you think you are?"

After saying that, he pointed to a boy who was doing odd jobs next to him.

"Song Ming, tell him where you're from?"

"I am a senior graduating from Beijing Film Academy."

As Song Ming spoke, he walked over to Xu Lang, patted him on the shoulder, and earnestly advised him:

"Junior brother, we are still young and have a lot to learn, especially in the market. We don't know much about it, so it's good to be humble."

"That's you!"

Xu Lang shoved Song Ming's hand away, "You don't understand, but I do!"

"Wow, this kid's really arrogant!"

Teacher Gao laughed in exasperation, pointing at Xu Lang.

"Kid, you know what you're doing, right?"

As he spoke, he pushed the camera forward.

"Alright, alright, you come here. I want to see what kind of film you can produce."

"Come on then!"

This is exactly what Xu Lang was waiting for.

He brushed the camera out of Teacher Gao's hand, held up his own, and said, "Mine is enough!"

"Ha ha!"

His words immediately made everyone in the studio laugh.

They all looked at him as if he were an idiot.

The Canon EOS 200D in Xu Lang's hands is definitely a high-end product in the consumer market.

But in professional fields, the difference is vast.

Putting everything else aside, just comparing it to the Canon EOS-1Ds Mark II that Teacher Gao has, one of his devices could buy four or five of Xu Lang's.

Comparing civilian and professional equipment, is Xu Lang trying to get himself killed?

Even Re Yizha, who had high hopes for Xu Lang, felt uncertain.

"Xu Lang, how about you..."

"Don't worry about anything else, just follow my orders!"

Xu Lang took two steps forward, stood in front of the lighting control panel, tapped his finger on the screen, and muttered softly:

"The matte finish ensures printing safety and prevents dark areas from appearing completely black, but it completely destroys the three-dimensionality of her brow bone and jawline."

Reyizha has Xinjiang ancestry, and this distinctive bone structure, with its three-dimensionality, is what sets her apart from other sweet-looking models. If you smooth out her features, all that's left is an unrecognizable face.

Turning around, he went to Reyizha again.

"With a B-cup, what do you need a push-up bra for? What's the point of looking good just for the sake of size? Take it off!"

His words made Reyizha blush deeply.

What's wrong with having a B cup? Did I eat your rice?

This is the worst time to attack someone!

Just as Re Yizha was about to retort, Xu Lang continued to nitpick:

"Sweet girls on campus? There aren't that many sweet girls out there. Aren't they afraid of getting diabetes if they're always so sweet?"

At this point, he said to Reyizha:

"Go change out of this bubble dress, go to the fitting room, and find the one you feel most comfortable in."

"Um?"

Xu Lang's imposing manner really intimidated Re Yizha. Looking at Teacher Gao, who was sneering to the side, and then at Xu Lang, who had a serious face, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Go ahead!"

After urging him on, Xu Lang added:

"Remember, don't wear a push-up bra. Don't worry about the style of the bra; just find what makes you most comfortable."

"oh."

Having no idea what to do, Re Yizha could only follow Xu Lang's instructions and head towards the fitting room.

A moment later, Reyizha came out:

She wore a slightly faded oversized white shirt over a low-cut tank top, paired with charcoal black low-waisted straight-leg cargo pants and white sneakers she had brought herself.

Seeing his expression, Xu Lang felt more confident. "This girl is just as I expected!"

As he thought this, Teacher Gao, who was standing beside him, laughed in exasperation:

"Hey kid, wearing this to shoot the cover of Rayli magazine? You look like you're shooting a job posting for a construction site!"

Xu Lang ignored him and went straight to Re Yizha, reaching out to him directly:

First, the stylist removed the neat inward curls and styled her hair into a loose low ponytail, with a few stray strands hanging down on both sides of her face.

Take two steps back and look:

Without the thick, straight bangs obscuring her features, her sharp, bright phoenix eyes, high brow bones, and deep-set eyes were fully revealed, making the exotic bone structure of the Xinjiang girl come to life.

Returning to Reyza, he then began to touch the front of his shirt:

The shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, leaving only the bottom two open. The front was loosely undone, and the hem was casually tied at the waist, revealing just the narrowest part of the waistline.

Without the restraint of a push-up bra, her breasts weren't prominent; they had a teardrop shape with a gentle slope at the top and a full bottom, revealing an alluring curve and undulation through the tank top.

More importantly, without the constraints of the bra, her shoulders and back were completely relaxed, revealing clean and sharp lines of straight, right-angled shoulders, and her collarbone was fully displayed, making her look both relaxed and sophisticated.

Re Yizha watched as Xu Lang fiddled with her chest. If it weren't for Xu Lang's serious and focused expression, she would have thought that Xu Lang was taking advantage of her again.

Even so, her face turned bright red.

But for Xu Lang, who is used to shooting private photos, this is nothing.

He took two steps back again, looked at the whole thing, then looked through the camera viewfinder, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, that's settled!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him burst into laughter again.

Song Ming resisted the urge to come up and pulled him aside to persuade him:

"Junior brother, stop messing around. This look is too ordinary and can't compare to the previous ones. You should apologize to Teacher Gao right away."

"Whether there's a comparison or not, you'll have to wait until I finish filming before you can say."

Xu Lang was full of confidence.

In terms of styling, he has an aesthetic from twenty years in the future. Although it does not completely match the current aesthetic, the concept is ahead of its time.

In particular, he didn't want to see magazine covers that were all the same; otherwise, Hot One Zha wouldn't be Hot One Zha anymore.

You can call her Zhang San or Li Si, any name you like.

It lacks personality and distinctive features, so what difference does it make what it's called?

More importantly, there is the Xu Lang You Shen photography system.

I could take a picture of you in your military training uniform and have it praised by Aunt Cui, let alone the current attire and the facilities.

Re Yizha felt a little awkward being laughed at by Teacher Gao and the others. His fingertips tightened, and he subconsciously pulled his open shirt collar together. His shoulders involuntarily shrank back, and even his eyes darted around. He seemed to want to retreat to the fitting room.

Xu Lang stepped forward to steady her, his voice not loud, but carrying a reassuring power.

"Don't shrink back! You look better like this than in ten princess dresses, believe me."