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Two days later, at 10 a.m.

Chaoyang District, Blackstone Top Visual Art Photography Base.

Wang Ye drove his imposing Yangwang U8 and parked it steadily in the park's designated parking space.

Wang Ye got out of the car, casually put his sunglasses on his collar, and walked towards Studio One with long strides, wearing a simple black short-sleeved shirt and casual pants.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the photography studio, two tall and beautiful figures were already waiting there for quite some time.

It was brand owner Song Qingman and chief designer Leng Shuyao.

The casual outfits of these two beauties today are still incredibly visually striking.

Song Qingman wore a fitted deep V black silk shirt and a gray bodycon high-slit suit skirt. The skirt swayed gently in the breeze, revealing her two long, beautiful legs covered in very thin stockings.

Wearing a pair of pointed stilettos, she exudes a mature and sophisticated aura.

She wore a light gray, high-necked, sleeveless, modified cheongsam top, revealing a pair of fair, smooth, square shoulders and a slender swan neck.

The lower body is paired with black wide-leg trousers with excellent drape, which makes the 1.68-meter tall figure appear exceptionally upright.

Her long hair was tied back with a plain silver hairpin, her eyebrows and eyes were cool and aloof, her expression was elegant, and her whole person exuded an aura of a high-class beauty who was not swayed by worldly affairs.

Seeing Wang Ye approaching, Song Qingman immediately flashed a bright smile and walked over in her high heels.

"Chairman Wang, you're so punctual! We just finished ironing and tidying up all the sample garments."

As Song Qingman approached, she carried the delicate fragrance of camellias. Her gaze fell on Wang Ye, her eyes filled with admiration.

Leng Shuyao also came over and nodded slightly to Wang Ye.

"Chairman Wang, you've worked hard today."

Her voice remained clear and crisp, but her usually critical and aloof eyes now held an undisguised expectation.

Wang Ye chuckled casually.

"President Song, Designer Leng, now that we've signed the contract, I'm always reliable. Today, I guarantee I'll give you the best possible experience."

Song Qingman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling.

"With Chairman Wang's words, I feel completely at ease. Let's go in and get our makeup and hair done first."

The three of them stepped into the spacious Studio One.

The studio covers an area of ​​over 800 square meters, with track lights and various large softboxes mounted on the ceiling, and dozens of rows of brand-new haute couture menswear displayed around the perimeter.

In the central VIP dressing room, two well-known senior female makeup artists and stylists were already ready.

"Chairman Wang, please have a seat."

The head makeup artist is a young woman with wavy hair who has done makeup and styling for many top idols in the fashion industry and has extremely high standards.

Wang Ye sat down in the chair.

"Just do it casually, I don't like layers and layers of putty on my face."

The hairdresser smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, we understand."

As she spoke, she opened her makeup case, then walked up to Wang Ye and prepared to clean his face.

However, when she got closer to Wang Ye and carefully observed his unmade-up face, she froze on the spot.

It was a modeled face with sharp angles and three-dimensional features.

His skin was clean, clear, and flawless; he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes; a prominent nose; and a well-defined, sharp jawline.

What's even more amazing is his sunny, carefree, and domineering aura, which is incomparable to those idols who rely on foundation and filters.

The makeup artist's fingers trembled slightly, and she almost dropped the powder puff.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Ye raised an eyebrow.

The makeup artist swallowed hard, her face flushed bright red, and she stammered.

"No...it's nothing! Mr. Wang, your skin and bone structure are just too good!"

The stylist next to her also came over, her eyes widening instantly, sparkling with pink stars.

"My goodness! This doesn't need any foundation or contouring at all!"

"Just apply a light layer of setting powder and gently comb your eyebrows, and you'll have a stunning photo!"

"His looks completely dwarf those so-called top male stars in the Chinese entertainment industry!"

As the two female stylists were fixing Wang Ye's hair, they couldn't help but gasp, their faces turning as red as ripe apples.

When she was styling Wang Ye's hair, her hands were trembling slightly; she was completely captivated by his handsome looks.

Wang Ye looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself.

Sigh, being handsome is definitely a burden. Every time I go out, I have to bear the pressure of excessive attention, which is really a headache.

Half an hour later, the makeup and styling were completed at an extremely fast pace.

The makeup artist barely applied any makeup, just a light layer, and then styled his black hair to create a casual, natural texture, making him look even more sharp and upright.

"Chairman Wang, the first outfit is ready and is in the private changing room on the left."

Leng Shuyao personally pushed a clothes rack over.

Hanging on the clothes rack was a set of heavy, dark silk modified long gowns, with an unstructured dark gray cardigan over it. The fabric shimmered with an extremely understated, high-class luster under the light.

"Okay, I'll go change."

Wang Ye took the clothes and went into the changing room.

Two minutes later, the locker room door opened.

Wang Ye strode out.

The entire outfit was meticulously tailored, with the slanted placket and dropped shoulders perfectly complementing Wang Ye's broad shoulders.

The black silk robe cascaded down his back, cinched perfectly at the waist, outlining his perfectly proportioned inverted triangle figure.

Calm and reserved, yet possessing the domineering air of a noble young master who looks down upon everyone.

Song Qingman, who was sitting outside, was completely stunned. Her hand holding the coffee froze in mid-air, and a wave of amazement washed over her beautiful eyes.

Leng Shuyao stood up abruptly, her breathing slowing down.

At this moment, the design drafts she had personally drawn found the perfect physical form.

Leng Shuyao quickly stepped forward, extended her slender, fair fingers, and gently straightened the pleats at Wang Ye's collar.

The two were very close, and Wang Ye could clearly smell the cool, woody scent emanating from her.

Leng Shuyao's fingers touched the warm skin of Wang Ye's neck, her delicate body trembled slightly, and a blush crept onto her earlobes.

Wang Ye looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, and deliberately lowered his voice to tease her.

"CEO Leng, is the size of your clothes right? Should I take them off again and alter them for you?"

Leng Shuyao raised her head and met Wang Ye's deep, smiling eyes, her heart skipping a beat.

She quickly withdrew her hand, took a half step back with feigned composure, and responded coldly.

"The size is exactly as described."

"My eyes are like a ruler; I calculated every single detail of your figure when I was drawing the sketch."

Wang Ye chuckled to himself.

This aloof girl has a cool and aloof demeanor, but her ears are so red they're practically bleeding; the contrast is quite interesting.

Song Qingman clapped her hands, breaking the subtle, ambiguous atmosphere.

"It's perfect!"

"Teacher Zhao, we can start filming!"

In the center of the studio, a middle-aged photographer with a thick beard and a small braid walked over.

This photographer, Zhao, is a senior master-level commercial photographer in the industry. He usually only takes on fashion shoots for top-tier brands and is known in the industry for his arrogant temperament.

Photographer Zhao glanced at Wang Ye, and although he admitted that Wang Ye's skills were indeed top-notch, his tone still carried a hint of condescension from someone with senior experience.

"Young man, you've never shot commercial haute couture before, have you?"

"Just follow my instructions. When I tell you to turn to the side, turn to the side. When I tell you to make a face, make a face. Don't be too stiff."

Wang Ye stretched his shoulders, his expression calm.

"Okay, you go first."

Wang Ye walked to the pure gray backdrop and stood still.

The lighting technician quickly turned on the key light and rim light.

Photographer Zhao raised his Hasselblad medium format camera, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, and pressed the shutter button repeatedly on Wang Ye.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

"Turn your head 30 degrees to the right! Look upwards at the camera!"

"Hands in pockets, yes, lean back a bit, find that cool, melancholic feeling!"

Photographer Zhao shouted instructions from behind the camera.

Wang Ye cooperated by changing positions several times.

A few minutes later, the first set of nine photos was taken.

"Alright, let's look at the first set of samples first."

Photographer Zhao put down his camera, walked to the professional color calibration monitor next to him, and looked smug.

Song Qingman and Leng Shuyao immediately stepped forward to check the screen.

On the screen, Wang Ye's figure is indeed handsome, but the atmosphere of the whole photo looks a little bit strange. Although it's already very good, it's just missing something.

Leng Shuyao frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.

Photographer Zhao, however, crossed his arms and spoke with an air of self-righteousness.

"President Song, Chief Leng, the lighting in this set of photos is very stable, perfectly meeting the standard composition of international fashion magazines. A little post-production editing is all that's needed."

Wang Ye strode over, crossed his arms, and glanced down at the monitor screen.

Wang Ye shook his head and uttered a few words without any politeness.

"This filming is not very good."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire photography studio fell silent.

The lighting assistants and photo retouchers around them all gasped in shock.

Dare to openly question the skill level of Zhao, a top-tier photographer in the industry?

This young man is incredibly audacious!

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