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"This filming is not very good."

Photographer Zhao's face immediately darkened, and he snorted coldly, his tone extremely displeased.

"Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"I've been working in the fashion photography industry for fifteen years and have shot covers for dozens of A-list celebrities."

"You're saying my photos are bad? You're just a newbie in the industry, what do you know about commercial photography?"

Seeing this, Song Qingman quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Teacher Zhao, please don't mind him, Chairman Wang is just a straightforward person..."

Wang Ye raised his hand to interrupt Song Qingman's persuasion.

Master-level photography techniques were already ingrained in Wang Ye's mind, so this kind of basic lighting mistake was simply full of flaws in his eyes.

Wang Ye pointed at the image on the screen and immediately launched into a tirade.

"Fifteen years of experience, and all you can produce is this kind of assembly-line garbage?"

"The core of this outfit is the dropped shoulders and the flowing drape of natural silk. You used a harsh overhead light to cut straight down, turning the original warm and matte texture of the silk into cheap reflective plastic."

"The side fill light was too low, swallowing up the shadows of the jawline and collar, making the whole picture as flat as a pancake."

"And your composition, the golden ratio line of three to seven is directly cut off at the belt, which cuts the proportion of 1.83 meters into a 50/50 split."

"You call this international magazine standard? I think you just copied the techniques used in wedding photo studios!"

Wang Ye's series of professional, accurate, and incisive comments left photographer Zhao speechless.

Photographer Zhao's face flushed red, his lips trembled, and he wanted to refute but couldn't find a way to start.

Because every problem Wang Ye pointed out was filled with hardcore professional terminology, and it hit the nail on the head!

A strange light flickered in Leng Shuyao's beautiful eyes as she turned to look at Wang Ye.

This was exactly what she had felt awkward about but couldn't quite put into words, yet Wang Ye had analyzed it perfectly in just a few words!

Photographer Zhao gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his neck, and forced a smile as he angrily retorted.

"You talk a good game, but anyone can talk the talk."

"The lighting positions and parameters on site are all fixed. Try adjusting it yourself and let me see!"

Wang Ye sneered.

"Fine, you're not convinced, huh?"

"Give me your camera, and I'll teach you what true Eastern aesthetics of light and shadow really mean."

Without wasting any words, Wang Ye strode directly toward the central control console.

He reached out and moved the arms of the three large softboxes in succession, rotating the main light 45 degrees clockwise and raising it by half a meter.

Then, the two hard contour lights on the front were turned off, and a huge black light-absorbing panel was placed on the right side, instantly creating a highly layered transition in the shadows.

Next, Wang Ye walked to the camera stand and skillfully brought up the control menu of the Hasselblad camera.

Set the ISO to 64, the shutter speed to 1/160 second, the aperture to F4.5, and the color temperature to a slightly warm 4800K.

The entire debugging process was smooth and efficient, and the level of professionalism even far surpassed that of photographer Zhao!

After adjusting the parameters, Wang Ye handed the camera back to the stunned photographer Zhao.

"I've finalized the camera position and lighting."

"Stand at this marker point, and you don't need to do anything extra. Just press the shutter to take the picture."

After Wang Ye finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to the gray backdrop.

He didn't deliberately adopt a stiff posture; he simply stood sideways with an extremely relaxed expression, his left hand hanging casually at his sides, his right hand slightly raised to adjust the buttons on his cuffs, and his gaze calmly fixed on the empty space.

In that instant, his aura completely merged with the soft, flowing light and shadow around him.

With some skepticism, photographer Zhao picked up his camera, stood at the marked point designated by Wang Ye, and half-pressed the shutter to focus.

The scene that appeared in the viewfinder instantly shocked him!

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Two crisp shutter clicks rang out in quick succession.

Photographer Zhao couldn't wait to turn around and rush towards the monitor screen.

The next second, the entire high-definition image was fully displayed on the 8K screen.

Everyone in the room was instantly frozen in place!

The finished product on the screen is nothing short of a miracle!

Soft sunlight streamed down from above, perfectly illuminating every texture and luster of the black silk robe, giving it the unique warmth and sophistication of silk.

The deep, layered shadows on the right side perfectly accentuate Wang Ye's chiseled profile and tall, upright figure.

The composure, domineering presence, and understated elegance of Eastern men completely transcend the limitations of the screen and come rushing towards you!

No post-processing color correction or retouching is needed at all; this original photo can be used as the cover of the September inaugural issue of a top global luxury magazine!

Photographer Zhao stared at the screen, his hands beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

"This...this transition of light and shadow..."

"This color banding..."

"Genius...this is absolutely masterful lighting and shadow manipulation!"

Photographer Zhao suddenly raised his head, his face flushed, his previous arrogance and disdain vanished, replaced by fervor and awe.

He bowed deeply to Wang Ye, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Chairman Wang! I'm so sorry! I was blind to your greatness!"

"Your lighting and composition just now completely enlightened me!"

"I've learned my lesson! I'm convinced! Utterly convinced!"

The lighting technicians and assistants around him were utterly shocked, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Wang Ye.

Song Qingman, who was standing to the side, was both surprised and excited.

A strange light flickered in Leng Shuyao's clear, icy eyes.

She walked quickly to the screen, her slender fingers gently stroking the image on the monitor.

"This is the Cloud Hermitage I've been looking for."

"This is the true soul of this outfit."

Song Qingman turned to look at Wang Ye, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

"Mr. Wang, aren't you a travel video blogger? How come you also know about lighting and photography for fashion shoots, and at such a high level?!"

Leng Shuyao nodded in agreement, a hint of curiosity appearing on her cool and aloof face.

Wang Ye leaned back in the soft chair next to him, picked up his iced Americano, took a sip, and secretly enjoyed it without changing his expression.

Of course, this is a master-level photography skill bestowed by the system, which incorporates the life essence of the world's top photography masters. How could it not be amazing?

However, despite thinking this in his heart, Wang Ye appeared calm, collected, and arrogant on the surface.

He put down his cup and made up a random remark.

"It's just basic stuff, no need to make a fuss."

"If a director can't even understand lighting and composition, how will they ever be able to make big-budget films worth billions?"

"By observing more, practicing more, and pondering more in daily life, your aesthetic sense will naturally improve."

Leng Shuyao nodded thoughtfully.

This man is not only rich and handsome, but also possesses absolute dominance in the field of professional aesthetics!

For a designer like her, who has an obsessive-compulsive tendency to pursue the ultimate aesthetic, this fatal attraction of talent is a hundred times stronger than any sweet words!

With the god-level lighting and shadow template personally designed by Wang Ye, the subsequent filming progress was incredibly fast.

Changing clothes, going on stage, fine-tuning poses, and snapping photos.

Wang Ye's masterful sense of the camera is on full display; he doesn't need any photographer's guidance at all, and every gesture exudes the relaxation and tension of a top supermodel.

From the new Chinese-style drop-shoulder suit to the heavy cashmere diagonal-front coat, and then to the minimalist stand-up collar trench coat.

Sixteen sets of the season's core haute couture outfits, which were originally planned to require two full days of intensive shooting, were all completed to a high standard in just three hours!

The success rate of each outfit photo shoot was an astonishing 100%!

"All done, that's a wrap!"

At 5:30 p.m., as the last crisp click of the shutter fell, photographer Zhao shouted excitedly.

The entire studio erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

The photo retouchers were so excited when they saw the hundreds of perfect original photos sent in from the backend that they almost cried on the spot.

"This is so easy! I've never edited videos this easily in my life!"

"There's absolutely no need to modify liquefaction or lighting; just adjust the colors and add a brand watermark, and you're good to go for multi-channel marketing!"

Wang Ye went into the locker room and changed back into his loose and comfortable black short-sleeved shirt and casual pants.

When I pushed open the door, Song Qingman and Leng Shuyao were already waiting at the door with their bags.

Song Qingman stepped forward in her high heels and naturally took Wang Ye's arm, exuding a mature and sophisticated charm.

"Chairman Wang, thank you so much today! You've saved us at least a week of preparation time for the marketing campaign!"

"It's exactly 5:30 now. We've already booked a private room at the Black Pearl Restaurant next door. Please do us the honor of letting us express our gratitude."

Leng Shuyao also stood to the side, her clear, cold eyes quietly watching Wang Ye, and softly added a sentence.

"The restaurant has a quiet atmosphere, and the dishes are carefully selected by me. I hope you will like them."

With two stunning beauties personally extending an invitation, Wang Ye naturally wouldn't refuse.

He patted his belly and casually joked.

"Sure, I've been doing physical labor all day, and my stomach has been protesting for a while now."

"I'm giving you guys a chance to treat today. Let's go, let's have a free feast!"

Song Qingman was amused by his down-to-earth words and hugged his arm even tighter.

The three chatted and laughed as they left the photography base, got into their respective luxury cars, and sped off towards the city.

……

Half an hour later, in the heart of Chaoyang District, a top-tier Black Pearl Two-Diamond fusion private restaurant hidden deep in a quiet bamboo forest.

Inside the elegant, antique-style private room, a gentle stream flows and the air is filled with the faint scent of sandalwood.

The three of them took off their shoes and sat down at a spacious mahogany tatami table.

Song Qingman sat to Wang Ye's left, having taken off her suit jacket, revealing a thin silk shirt that accentuated her curves and exuded charm.

Leng Shuyao sat to Wang Ye's right, her elegant modified cheongsam top highlighting her snow-white skin, making her look cool and captivating.

Exquisite dishes were served in a continuous stream.

Slow-cooked premium abalone with a soft custard, crispy glass pigeon with black truffle, steamed deep-sea yellow croaker with scallion oil, handmade tofu with crab roe, and a pot of warm and mellow special plum wine.

Song Qingman personally picked up the wine pot and poured Wang Ye a glass of crystal-clear plum wine.

"Chairman Wang, this first toast today is from Shu Yao and me to you!"

"I admire your talent and wish our collaboration great success!"

Wang Ye raised his wine glass and lightly clinked it against the two beautiful women's glasses.

"Win-win cooperation, cheers!"

The crisp sound of glasses clinking echoed in the elegant private room.

After drinking the warm and sweet plum wine, the atmosphere in the private room quickly became relaxed and lively.

Fueled by the alcohol, Song Qingman leaned slightly closer to Wang Ye, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity.

"Chairman Wang, I heard from Director Nana that you're going to university soon?"

Wang Ye picked up a piece of crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside glass pigeon and put it in his mouth, answering casually.

"Yes, it's the Capital Normal University Kede College, majoring in directing for drama and film. I'll go and complete the formalities in a few days."

Upon hearing about the school and major, a hint of surprise flashed in Leng Shuyao's eyes.

"With your talent and knowledge, you are fully capable of attending a top-tier professional institution."

Wang Ye took a sip of plum wine and, without changing his expression, began to contradict himself.

"Sigh, my college entrance exam score was a bit low; I'm just trying to get a diploma."

Song Qingman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"Chairman Wang's attitude towards life is truly enviable."

"Relaxed, free, yet possessing absolute strength that commands respect."

Leng Shuyao held her wine glass, quietly gazing at Wang Ye's profile, which appeared exceptionally charming under the warm yellow light.

After a few glasses of plum wine, the usually aloof and arrogant designer's fair cheeks were flushed with a charming blush.

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly took out a delicate little measuring tape from her handbag and spoke softly.

"Chairman Wang...may I ask you something?"

"In preparation for the next winter's haute couture menswear collection, may I... take your measurements in more detail myself?"

Wang Ye turned to look at her pretty face, flushed with a rosy hue and with eyes as clear as water. He raised an eyebrow and gave a meaningful smile.

"Chief Leng, taking measurements is fine."

"However, how do you plan to measure it?"

These words immediately created an atmosphere of ambiguity.

……

(The excitement continues!)

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