When it was time, she knocked on the door of the studio.
She has been here before. She has to change her shoes when she comes in and out of the big white cloth shed. Everyone is in a hurry. Assistants, collocationists, makeup artists and photographers are in a hurry just to choose some good publicity photos.
Of course, at that time, as the bottom, she just stood in the corner of the crowd, and the most central one was always song 13 and the top few popular network anchors on the popularity list.
When she pushed the door in, she was dumbfounded -
the seats were in place, and the matching clothes had been ironed and hung one by one. The make-up artist opened the make-up box, and the two rows of light bulbs beside the mirror were bright. All the staff stood aside and began to smile at her in the standard service industry.
Just for her?
The costume master was the first to meet her. She took Jiang Wu's hand and went to the dressing room, laughing:
"all ready, let's start."
"Just, just me?"
Jiang Fu looks around again, making sure that no other anchor is with her, but isn't the goddess team five?
"Yes, that's what the president meant. The goddess team has been changed into an electronic competition goddess. Come on, try this dress."
Jiang Fushun saw that the ironing on the hanger was a low cut professional dress.
Seeing Jiang Fu's suspicious eyes, the stylist smiles and explains:
"now there are a lot of online games, most of which imitate the female characters in the game. Originally, he wanted to make you a set of Saint angel or moganna's hell costume. Later, he thought that it was in line with your own career and combined with the characteristics of heroes, which was the most eye-catching and did not follow the crowd. ”
while listening to her, Jiang Wu put on her clothes.
Dark blue blazer, low cut vest, brown skirt.
Her hair is simply tied up in a ponytail, and her face is decorated with ragged hair. She is also equipped with thin rimmed black frame glasses, an umbrella blown up by the wind and a wireless interview microphone.
Jiang Wu probably knows that she imitates the hero she often uses in the game, the wind girl Cana.
"Tut, this chest doesn't work."
The costume master looked up and down for a while, pointed out, and pasted milk stickers to Jiang Fu again, laying out a considerable career line.
With a mastic, also asked her to wear a thick cotton padded bra, with a white low chest vest, the effect of leverage!
After painting the costume, Jiang Fu is manipulated in front of the photographic cloth.
There are two huge fans beside her. They are blowing hard at her. What they want is the effect of messy hair.
The umbrellas, which were already blown over, sounded like they were going to fall apart at the next moment -
"OK, OK! Look at the camera, it feels great! Wind girl, you look at the camera ~ high cold, the taste of high cold female anchor, yes, you are a goddess, the goddess of electronic competition, yes, just look at the camera like this - "
until Jiang Wu felt her face was numb by the wind, the photographer stopped pressing the shutter.
Finally, enter the step of selecting and repairing.
"President, it's done. Have a look."
Hearing the sound, Jiang could not help looking up and saw a familiar tall figure standing beside the photographer.
She said: when did he come in? I didn't see him coming in.
Jin Zuo is wearing a SLP high set shirt without any wrinkles. He puts his hands in his pants pocket and stares at the display screen of the selected film with his brow locked.
"Yes, is there anything you are not satisfied with?"
As the Chief Photographer, he has never seen anyone's propaganda pictorial for such a long time and asked the president to delete it in person.
Jin Zuo took out a hand and pointed to Jiang Wu's chest in the photo:
"it's all cut from here down."
"Ah? President, this This is the overall effect, and now which net red is not C cover standard start, we are still low-key
Jiang changed her shoes and went to Jin's left side. She looked at the photos and felt that the effect was good. She was not willing to be Jiang's head. She protested:
"I think it's very good."
Jin Zuo glanced at her and made no secret of his sarcasm:
"I know exactly how much you have. Good packaging is OK, but malicious deception is too much."
By the way, your chest is too fake!