After Song Zhichao traveled along the coastline of Jeju Island for a long time, he drove the worn-out black car back to Han Jiaren and the others' shooting site.

At this time, the wind was blowing on the sea, and the "lighthouse" that is famous in Korean dramas buzzed, like someone was blowing a snail horn loudly inside the lighthouse.

As the advertising director Bai Chunwan is also a person who races against time and will not waste a little time. As the sea breeze becomes stronger and stronger, the advertising effect in the camera is getting worse and worse.

There was no choice but to order a while to take a break and continue shooting when the sea breeze is weak.

Song Zhichao was leaning against the car and calling with his cell phone, when Han Jiaren ran over with her gauze skirt.

"Where did you die?" Han Jiaren said.

Song Zhichao nodded at her and signaled that he was calling.

Han Jiaren lowered her voice and said, "I have been looking for you for a long time, but I thought you were missing!"

Song Zhichao ignored her and continued to speak with his cell phone.

Han Jiaren felt bored, so she bent down and pulled out a small grass from the ground, and then made a prank to touch Song Zhichao's nostrils.

Song Zhichao glared at her and reached out to push the grass away.

Han Jiaren continued to work hard, and found a handful of dandelions from somewhere, and then blew towards Song Zhichao...

The dandelion's flower feathers floated down like small umbrellas, some fell on Song Zhichao's head, face and eyebrows, and crawled into his nostrils in the wind...

Song Zhichao could no longer help but say "Ah sneezing".

Han Jiaren giggled: "I really think you can tolerate it. It turns out that you are a weak person!"

Song Zhichao said a few words to his phone helplessly and hung up. Then he said to Han Jiaren angrily: "Is the prank interesting?"

"Of course it's interesting, I'm very happy!"

"But I'm very unhappy."

"Is it because of a prank or because of bankruptcy?"

"What do you think?"

"Don't be unhappy! Life is full of miracles, just like the dandelion just now, it miraculously penetrated into your nose..."

"You still said?" Song Zhichao glared at Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren giggled again.

"Is he trying to make you happy!"

"I didn't see it."

"Old and old!" Han Jiaren glanced blankly, "Do you have a meal?"

"Please, it's time, you ask this question!"

"Ahem, it's only been around four o'clock - what are you eating, is it the instant noodles I gave you?"

"Seafood meal! Your instant noodles are still in the car."

"Waste!" Han Jiaren's beautiful eyes flashed, "Give it to me!"

"do what?"

"I'm hungry, I'll eat!"

"Huh? You are a starving ghost and reincarnated?!"

"How ugly! Have you ever seen a starving ghost as beautiful as me?" Han Jiaren took the hem of her skirt and turned around in front of Song Zhichao's eyes.

Song Zhichao sighed: "Do you know what bragging means?"

Han Jiaren: “…”

Song Zhichao: "You were just blowing—!"

...

"Hello, I don't know if I can ask you for help!" A male photographer with a braid on his head ran over and said to Song Zhichao with a hurried look.

It turned out that the sea breeze was too strong, and the colored background boards he had built before were blown down. There were not many men in this film crew, and there were only two of them except Director Bai. No one was willing to do these rough tasks.

In desperation, the photographer saw Han Jiaren and Song Zhichao talking and laughing, and thought Song Zhichao was Han Jiaren's personal driver, so he ran over to seek help.

Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't say anything, the photographer said again: "Don't worry, I won't let you help in vain. We can give you a reward."

Han Jiaren suffered a loss just now, so she deliberately teased Song Zhichao and said in his ear: "What a great opportunity - you just went bankrupt, and you can still make some money now!"

Song Zhichao smiled, only to feel Han Jiaren exhaling, and her body exuded a very fresh girlish fragrance. She couldn't help but shrugging her nose and turned her face to say to the photographer: "It's okay to help, just forget about the reward."

The photographer didn't expect Song Zhichao to be so easy to talk to, and couldn't help but say happily: "I'll invite you to drink coffee when you finish your work later."

Song Zhichao nodded and walked towards the shooting site with him.

Han Jiaren said at the back: "Come on!" and added: "Wait for you to come back and continue bragging..."

Song Zhichao: “…???”

This girl is helpless!

...

On the way, Song Zhichao and the photographer introduced each other.

The photographer's name is "Liu Zai Ming". He graduated from the Department of Film Art in Seoul, South Korea. He has a "before and younger generation" relationship with director Bai Chunwan.

This time when shooting the advertisement, Liu Zaiming was taken care of by Bai Chunwan and ran over to serve as a photographer.

According to Liu Zaiming, South Korea's economy is now in a downturn, and the originally bustling and lively entertainment industry has also been affected in some ways. Many artists and technical personnel are unemployed and at home.

Like Liu Zaiming, it is very lucky to be able to find a job in a special period.

In the words, Liu Zaiming seemed to be very grateful to Director Bai Wanchun, "Senior Bai is very good. You will know if you have more contact."

Song Zhichao smiled and said nothing.

He had contacted that director white before, and he didn't look tall at all, which made Song Zhichao a little disgusted.

"Maybe it is because of the different angles of the position." Song Zhichao said sincerely.

As the two of them were talking, they had already arrived at the place where the background board fell. A woman with a ponytail was struggling to protect her from the strong wind blowing the background board away.

"That's my girlfriend Kim Domi." Liu Jae-ming said, "Originally, she and I were about to get married. Who knew that when encountering such a thing, she could only follow me to work hard." Her tone was full of guilt.

"How beautiful, I called someone to come. You press the background board first, let's fix the rope!" Liu Zaiming said.

Song Zhichao began to work with him to fix the four corners of the rope.

The background board is very big, and it is really hard to deal with one or two people.

In desperation, Liu Zaiming had to call three women from the photography team and work together before he could stand up the tall background board again, tie it with a rope, and tightly fix it to the ground.

After doing all this, Song Zhichao was also very tired.

At this time, Liu Zaiming brought the coffee over. The coffee was placed in a disposable paper cup, and it seemed very hot and was still steaming.

It turns out that film crews like them have always had the habit of drinking coffee.

On the one hand, young Koreans are gradually becoming Americanized, and their living habits are prideful of eating hamburgers and drinking coffee; on the other hand, coffee can be very effective in refreshing the mind, and artistic creations like them have basically developed the habit of drinking coffee.

"I said, invite you to drink coffee." Liu Zaiming handed the coffee to Song Zhichao with a smile.

Song Zhichao was not polite either. He took the coffee and felt the palm of his palm was hot.

Liu Zaiming looked at Song Zhichao for the first time, looking at this young man seriously. He looked like he was twenty-five or six years old, handsome and dressed very well.

The grey-colored Korean suit is worn on Song Zhichao, just like a clothes rack, handsome and handsome.

Liu Jae-ming has always considered himself a great figure and is often praised by his girlfriend Kim Do-mi as a golden ratio model, but compared with Song Zhichao, he is a verdict.

"Oh, this is a clothes rack, a clothes rack!" Liu Zaiming exclaimed.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he accidentally saw the brand of Song Zhichao's suit - it turned out to be a very luxurious "Armani"!

You should know that vanity is prevalent in Korean society, so girls are proud of luxury bags like Chanel, Prada, and LV; men are respected by luxury suits like Breoni, Bennyro, and Versace.

For those like Liu Zaiming, there are one or two suits with very good brands in the closet, but there is no Armani level - it is too expensive, and he still has to save money to get married.

Now seeing that Song Zhichao's suit is actually a big brand Armani, I can't help but feel a little envious.

"This Achao also looks very tasteful. It's just how much money can he make a private driver a month, and he wears such expensive clothes. It's probably bought by swiping a card or a loan!"

"Oh, young people nowadays are so vain and too extravagant!" Liu Zaiming shook his head, not knowing whether it was envy or jealous.

suddenly--

"Hey, your clothes seem dirty..." Liu Zaiming found that Song Zhichao's left shoulder was stained with a large area of ​​mud.

Song Zhichao has always had a vigilance and frowned.

"It doesn't matter. Come and shoot, I have prepared several sets of clothes. Your body shape is similar to mine. If you don't mind, you can wear mine first." Liu Zaiming suggested.

Song Zhichao shook his head: "No, I'll take it off and deal with it." Song Zhichao doesn't like wearing other people's clothes, and his cleanliness is not allowed.

Liu Zaiming nodded, thinking that Song Zhichao was reluctant to take off this expensive suit, so he pointed to the RV lane next to him: "There are locker rooms and cleaning equipment over there."

"Thank you!" Song Zhichao took a few sips of coffee, then walked towards the RV.
To be continued...