Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Doubt flashed across Wen Liang's eyes, but he immediately put it behind him and went directly to the magazine office.

The inside pages of the magazine not only contain photos of the actors, but also text interviews and descriptions.

Illustrations should be used in conjunction with the interview text and should be expressive.

The cast team also had their own style and brought their own makeup artists.

Seeing that Wen Liang was an extremely young woman and a foreigner, the actor's agent became deeply worried.

He was afraid that if Wen Liang failed to take a good photo, the photo would be ruined, so he asked the editor if there was another photographer.

The editor comforted the agent and said, "Old friend, don't worry. Fei is also an excellent young photographer. Let her try it out first. I'm sure you will be satisfied."

In fact, the editor-in-chief was not sure. Fei had photographed people before, but amateurs and celebrities had different requirements, and the picture presentation was also different.

But everyone has been called over, and we can’t let them go back.

The agent knew that the editor-in-chief was not someone who liked to talk nonsense, so he didn't say anything more for her sake.

Wen Liang went to communicate with the agent and the actor himself.

After knowing that the person he was serving was an actor, Wen Liang went to search for the actor's photos and works. He did research on the actor's facial condition and temperament in advance. He also read the style of the inside pages of previous issues of the magazine, and he already had something in mind. A rough shooting plan.

After knowing the effect they wanted, Wen Liang asked the staff to prepare the props.

The scene was set up in advance. She stood inside and looked around, briefly changing the layout.

Seeing Wen Liang's experienced look, the agent slowly felt relieved.

The actor has taken many magazine and photo shoots, and he is very easy to work with.

Except for the illustrations on the inside pages.

A lot of photos were taken.

Wen Liang imported all the photos into the computer and showed them one by one to the editor, actors and agents.

They have to pick out four or five pictures and insert them into the inside pages of the magazine.

The rest of the way it is handled depends on the actor's choice.

If the lighting and composition of the scene are in place, even if it is not refined, it will look very beautiful.

The editor-in-chief looked at the pictures one by one and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lilian didn't trick her.

Her reputation was saved.

There were quite a few photos that the agent thought were good.

They went through it again from beginning to end, picking and choosing, and finally were left with twelve photos.

The agent said, "That's it. I'll pick a few out of them after the repairs are done. The remaining photos will look the same."

Wen Liang knew that the old idea was to spend money to buy the extra photos and post them on the Internet or print them into materials after the magazine was released.

"Okay." The editor agreed.

Afterwards, the manager explained to Wen Liang clearly the areas that needed to be adjusted one by one.

Wen Liang recorded it on her mobile phone.

In the following time, her job was to retouch the twelve photos until the agent and actor were satisfied.

Wen Liang also left his agent’s contact information so he could communicate at any time.

Wen Liang returned home, opened her notebook and started editing pictures.

I had some casual dinner and continued busy.

There was no time to think about anything else.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Wen Liang lay on the bed after washing up, thinking about who the Chinese man who forced his next door neighbor away would be.

She was so exhausted and relaxed that she quickly lost consciousness.

Before falling asleep, while half asleep and half awake, suddenly an idea flashed in my mind.

Wen Liang was unable to catch it at all and fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, the inspiration in Wen Liang's mind had long been forgotten by her.

At the end of the day, she followed the agent's request and retouched all the photos, packaged them and sent them to the agent, waiting for his feedback.

The agent was probably very busy or needed to communicate with the actors, so he never responded to Wen Liang.

Wenliang was not in a hurry, so she took her mobile phone and went out to have dinner.

As he ate, Wen Liang seemed to have opened up the Ren and Du meridians, and another light flashed through his mind.

She seemed to know who the Chinese man was who drove his neighbor away.

However, she needs to go to the police station for verification.

After dinner, Wen Liang forgot to go to the police station. It happened that the police officer on duty had been involved in Wen Liang's case.

Wen Liang asked him, "Is Tom a Chinese man?"

"Yes," the police officer recalled, "I didn't remember this until you left, and I forgot to tell you."

"Thank you."

After getting the exact answer, Wen Liang became more sure of his guess.

Now, how can we fish out Tom?

Wen Liang thought as he walked forward.

Several young gangsters walked towards me, wearing trendy clothes and thick chain necklaces. Their exposed arms were covered in tattoos.

Seeing Wen Liang walking alone on the road, and a foreigner, the gangster led by him had evil intentions. He looked at his friends from side to side and stood in front of Wen Liang, "Beauty, are you going to play with your brother?"

Wen Liang paused, looked at a few people warily, took a step back, and yelled, "Go away, who wants to play with you?"

Seeing that she was not only ignorant of current affairs, but also looked confident, the gangster leader sneered, "It's not up to you! You have to go if you don't want to!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Wen Liang's shoulders and moved his hands and feet towards her.

"Go away!"

Wen Liang's voice was stern, and she blocked his hand and dodged.

Several other people walked around behind Wen Liang without leaving a trace, pushing Wen Liang's shoulders, "Beauty, come on, come and have some fun with us."

"Go away."

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

The gangster behind him was impatient and grabbed Wen Liang's hair angrily and pulled it back hard.

Wen Liang exclaimed, staggered back a few steps, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The little gangster's eyes were full of anger, and he grabbed Wen Liang's hair and continued to drag it back.

Suddenly, a person appeared from behind and kicked the young gangster on the back, causing him to stagger a few steps and fall to the ground.

The other gangsters immediately took a few steps back.

The gangster leader immediately looked at the visitor warily, "Don't meddle in other people's business!"

"Little brat, go home quickly." Lu Yao helped Wen Liang up and waved at the gangsters with a look of contempt.

He spoke in Chinese, but his demeanor and movements clearly showed his disdain.

Before the gangster leader said anything, the person who was kicked became angry and rushed towards Lu Yao with his fist raised, "Ah——"

Lu Yao dodged sideways, held his fist with one hand, and kicked him in the ribs with a side kick.

The gangster fell to the ground, clutching his ribs and twitching.

Lu Yao looked at him condescendingly and said in Chinese, "Go away, little brat."

He didn't even want to communicate with them in English.

The feeling of arrogance and contempt is self-evident.

The gangster stared at him with an angry look on his face, his facial muscles twitching with anger.

The gangster leader saw that Lu Yao was not a good person, so he stepped forward to drag his companion and left quickly.

Lu Yao turned around and looked at Wen Liang, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Liang looked Lu Yao up and down and grinned, "Mr. Tom?"

"Hehehe..."

Lu Yao laughed dryly.