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Zhang Chengcai opened the oil-paper umbrella without knowing why, not even understanding what he had just done.

Didn't it mean to take an umbrella and look at the black circle?

He wasn't sure if what he was looking at was right, so he changed to the next action.

Also, why does he have to change his moves?

When painting a portrait, doesn’t it take a long time for the painter to observe it?

Could it be that his gesture of holding the umbrella was not elegant enough? So you gave up?

But that man clearly said "very good"?

There were endless question marks in his mind, but because the surroundings were too quiet, Zhang Chengcai didn't dare to speak, his eyes were empty, and he did as Zhou Huaitang said.

After opening the umbrella, Peng An suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and floated above the room.

Zhang Chengcai was not surprised. Except for the female shopkeeper named Gu, there was no trace of any other "person" in the room. Jing Weiwei's fingertips were still cold when she was putting on makeup, so she was definitely not a living person anyway.

However, it was still a bit strange that Peng An floated directly on top of the oil-paper umbrella, directly above Zhang Chengcai.

Zhou Huaitang kept looking at the camera to confirm that Peng An was not in the frame, and made an OK gesture.

Then, Peng An took out a bottle of mineral water and poured it all on the oil-paper umbrella.

At this time, Zhang Chengcai happened to be looking up at Peng An, and was suddenly stunned when a bottle of water was poured on him.

Then, with a few more clicks of flash, Zhou Huaitang said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, Uncle Zhang's expression is very wonderful!"

What a ghost!

Zhang Chengcai now concluded that the monsters in this room were all sycophants, just trying to coax him to play!

"Uncle Zhang, please come out." Zhou Huaitang motioned to Zhang Chengcai to leave the curtain.

Zhang Chengcai walked out a little uneasily, and heard a rustling sound coming from behind. Looking back, he saw Peng An pulling a rope and gradually retracting the curtain of the rain alley.

While changing the scenery, Zhou Huaitang opened the camera album and showed Zhang Chengcai the previous results.

Zhang Chengcai didn't expect that this alien black box that could be held with both hands could actually display a portrait, and it was none other than himself just now!

Looking at the specific content, each group of actions was captured in four or five pictures. Zhou Huaitang's hands were very steady, and there was no blur at all.

In the first group, there is a man in a green and gray robe with a graceful temperament. While others are hurriedly hiding from the rain, he still stands calmly and calmly in the street, as if he is independent of the mundane world.

Although he picked an umbrella, his eyes were outside the picture, as if he was looking for something...

Zhang Chengcai's breath froze. How could he in the picture have such a temperament?

"Brother Zhou, this is amazing! It's amazing! I don't even feel like myself anymore!" Facing such a person in the painting, Zhang Chengcai felt inexplicably ashamed of himself.

He felt that the store had used some magic trick to beautify it too much for him.

Zhou Huaitang didn't think so, "Uncle Zhang..."

Zhou Huaitang chuckled, "Uncle Zhang, don't disbelieve in yourself. My camera can't lie. You should be a craftsman who needs to be immersed in one thing for a long time, and you have experience in your eyes. Therefore, your temperament I prefer calmness, which goes well with this theme.”

Zhang Chengcai still couldn't believe it, but the other party was really accurate in judging people. He was indeed a tailor. To tailor clothes behind closed doors, one needs to be able to endure loneliness and have a steady mind so that his hands are steady.

"Boss Zhou, the second act is ready." Peng An shouted.

Zhang Chengcai followed the sound and saw that there was no curtain this time, but a real screen. There was an imperial chair in front of the screen, and a matching shelf on one side. On the shelf was a pot that was opened just right. orchid.

When I looked closer, I saw that the orchid was fake, sewn from a soft cloth.

Zhang Chengcai sat on the Taishi's chair, thinking that this scene would pass quickly. Unexpectedly, Wu Youhe and Jing Weiwei came up to him.

Wu Youhe helped him adjust the hem of his robe, "Spread your legs, feet outward, put your hands on the handles, don't move any more, I'll smooth out the wrinkles for you."

She brought a hair dryer and turned on the hot air, which could smooth out the wrinkles and dry out the water she had just picked up.

Jing Weiwei used a powder puff to help Zhang Chengcai absorb oil and touch up his makeup.

Zhang Chengcai remained motionless, feeling embarrassed to be surrounded by two women like this. He thought to himself that the emperor's treatment was nothing more than this, right?

If the store clerks heard this, they would probably retort: ​​Where is the emperor? It's clearly God! Oh, there is no God here, it should be the Emperor of Heaven!

Soon, this second act was completed.

Zhang Chengcai was astonished. There was a lot of preparation work, but it only took a few seconds to take the photo. It really opened his eyes!

Then, he went to change into a second set of clothes.

It was still ten minutes to change clothes, and Zhang Chengcai walked out slowly, replacing the prop in his hand with a flute.

Wu Youhe didn't prepare a hat for him, but used strips of cloth of the same color to tie him into a scholar's hairstyle while touching up his makeup.

Zhang Chengcai looked at himself in the mirror and said happily: "If you don't know, you think I am a teacher from some private school!"

His suit is a blue and white gradient cross-collar gown with a trousers. The cuffs and skirt are dyed with ink mountains and rivers using an unknown process, and there are a number of lonely embroidered with dark blue needlework.

This kind of light color is very popular among young talents, so he chose this one. When he wore it, it actually made him look chic.

The accompanying scenes are bamboo forests and mountain streams.

Peng An moved a moss-covered fake stone from somewhere, and there was water flowing in the gap between the stone and the ground.

Of course, Zhang Chengcai touched the "water" curiously and found that it was also fake.

"Just think of yourself as a layman in the bamboo, sitting casually on the stone and playing the flute."

In fact, it is not casual at all. How to make the hem look good hanging on the stone was enough for a few shop assistants to figure out for a while.

Zhang Chengcai looked down at the clothes and was lost in thought. He was a little lucky that the other shopkeepers had slacked off too early and had no in-depth understanding of the store.

The styles of the clothes he sells in his shop don't depend on the material but only the fit. There are some that are no worse than this one. Maybe he can ask this photo studio to take pictures of his clothes?

It's the kind that makes people feel good after looking at it, and they won't want to leave without buying one or two pieces!

Thinking of this, the corners of Zhang Chengcai's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and his chest was filled with pride and ambition, as if he had seen the prosperous appearance of his own shop's threshold being trampled to pieces.

"Click, click, click!"

Zhou Huaitang once again captured Zhang Chengcai's expression changes just now when no one was paying attention.

"Okay, okay, you look like an expert hermit! Come on, change your movements..."