Chapter 258 Hurting Her Is No Different From Me

Everyone in the studio was a little moved by the idea of ​​doing another shoot.

"Shoot again? It's possible." You Junhao rubbed his chin, "Does Xia Xia have time today?"

The fall just now completely aroused his new round of creative desire.

A beautiful thing, the moment it is broken, is even more exquisite!

Hey, addiction.

Xia Bohe admires these technical nerds very much.

You can play all day long by taking pictures, which is also a kind of perseverance.

But just as she was trying to find a way to covertly refuse the second shoot, she was preempted by Milan.

"Mr. You, it is impossible for the D family to send another skirt. This one is priced at 53,000. We have never damaged the clothes of the brand. It's hard to work together."

In order not to be attacked, Milan also worked hard this time.

"We just reminded Mrs. Xia to lift up the skirt when walking, and didn't tell you what to do with your shooting. She is completely free to play freely in the shooting. If you want to reshoot, you have to solve the problem of the first skirt first."

What an impeccable statement.

Xia Bohe nodded secretly.

Even the price of the skirt is clear, and there is a threatening tone in the plain.

This is a secret warning to her that if she doesn't lose money, the D family will have a bad impression of her, because no luxury company will have a good impression of a female artist who doesn't cherish their products and breaks things. It is basically a dream to cooperate in the future up.

Not to mention endorsements in the future, even after becoming famous, clothing sponsorship from big brands will be a luxury.

This Milan really knows the entertainment industry very well, and he is indeed a senior expert among makeup artists.

Every time I shot, I pinched three inches of her.

If it's not her opponent, she really appreciates Milan!

But—it's a pity.

"I'm willing to pay compensation," Xia Bohe lowered her head, her shoulders slumped, her hands pinched the hem of the gauze skirt, trembling, "50,000...I don't have that much now, but I will try my best to make it up and pay it to the brand."

Milan suppressed his complacency and smiled, "It would be best if Mr. Xia could understand us."

Xia Bohe hummed lightly, slowly grasped the wrist of her left hand with her right hand, and rubbed it imperceptibly, her eyes gradually moistened, and her brows furrowed weakly, as if there was a trace of unbearable pain.

You Junhao frowned, and his eyes immediately fell on her left wrist, "What's wrong with your hand?"

The staff next to him also exclaimed, "Ms. Xia's hands are red, medical staff!"

A group of photographers were furious.

If just now they were angry because their perfect model was being bullied and their art was desecrated, then now they are angry because their muse was injured!

With so many of them present, they failed to protect her well.

As for the mortal beings, how many people did they have to pass by to find such a perfect muse?

"Are you satisfied now?" The young photographer walked up to Milan.

Milan: "?"

"You just lost a dress, but what she lost was her flawless skin."

Milan: "!"

You Junhao also twitched his brows, "Sorry, I don't intend to provide the photos to "Shadow". Miss Xia was invited by me as a friend. She didn't take any money, she just acted as my model for free today, but I not only hurt her, but also Let her accept the accusation of your magazine, and compensate and apologize to the D family. This is all my responsibility and has nothing to do with her. You want to pay compensation, and it is all directed at me!"

The planners of the photography column of "Shadow" were alarmed and rushed from the office in fright.

When the master plan arrived, almost all the photographers in the studio rebelled.

Some are the official photographers of "Shadow", some are emerging photographers, and some are resident photographers for the column.

Twelve or thirteen well-known photographers jointly protested indignantly.

"Your magazine, I don't cooperate anymore."

"I can't cooperate, the quality of the makeup artist is low."

"Take back this year's contract, I won't sign it anymore, it's not bad to go to the opposite magazine!"

"If you can't even protect the models, what kind of photographer are you? I quit!"

"I'm sorry, what's the difference between hurting the model and hurting me?"

Milan: "..."

The total planner was sweating profusely.

Milan couldn't even speak, and the little makeup artist was sweating, and his face was completely pale.