Chapter 41 Billion times!

Walking into the balcony, looking at Rachel on the chair, Wang Yang greeted her and said with a smile, "What are you watching? Why don't you play cards?" Rachel shook her head and smiled slightly, and said, "I don't know much about playing. I have always been an idiot in this regard, so I came out to have a blowout." Wang Yang nodded, leaned against the railing, and asked with his head tilted, "Rachel, I'm 20 years old, what do you think?"

"Oh!" Rachel was surprised and then pretended to be angry: "Yang, do you know? You hate this kind of question to a girl." As she said that, she laughed and sighed: "My feeling is that I am one year older."

Wang Yang laughed with a haha, looked up at the blue sky, and said with comfort: "Everyone will grow old. You can think in a good direction. If you are one year old, you can drink in this country. Wow!" He sighed and said, "It's very exciting, isn't it?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and smiled, "It's very exciting for the drunkard, but I'm not a drunkard." Wang Yang shrugged, "I'm not an alcoholic either. So, there's nothing to look forward to?" Rachel smiled, "Yes, but you can expect a beard on your face, which will make you look more handsome." Wang Yang touched his face and said in confusion: "Is that right?"

At this time, Jessica's voice came over: "Rachel, Yang, come and play cards together!" She was standing in the hall not far away and urged, "Come on, come on!"

"Here!" Wang Yang responded, turned his head and smiled at Rachel, "Let's go together, today you are the protagonist, it's no fun if the protagonist doesn't play." Rachel nodded and smiled, "You're right."

Everyone sat on the ground and played Texas Hold'em together. Michael Pitt held an unlit cigarette in his hand, holding two trump cards in his hand, with a decadent expression and no emotion was seen; Joshua frowned and turned his head to look at Michael Pitt; Zachary had already given up on this game early, and was not on the cards, and showed his attentiveness to Aileen Eris next to him.

"It seems that the battle is very fierce!" Wang Yang sat down with a smile, and Jessica and Rachel also sat in the open space opposite, preparing to join in the next game.

With the announcement of the last public card of the game, Michael Pitt won three 10 points. He transferred all the plastic chips in the game to his feet, which were already piled up. These plastic chips were bought by Wang Yang yesterday, and were specially prepared to come in handy today.

Seeing that the chips around him were getting fewer and fewer, Joshua suddenly went crazy and stared at Michael Pete and said, "Damn it, man, are you good at playing tricks?" Michael Pete, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, shook his head and said, "No, it's just luck." Joshua gritted his teeth and pressed his voice, "Luck? You have won several times in a row! It's impossible just luck! Tell me, how did you cheat?"

"Joshua, don't be embarrassed, shut your mouth." Jessica said angrily, picked up the sorted playing cards and started giving away cards.

Wang Yang took a card she sent, looked at it, and laughed and said, "Wow, good cards!" Jessica was sending cards, and looked at him and said, "Really?" Wang Yang nodded with a smile, picked up the second card and looked at it, and said excitedly: "Wow, it's great! Jessica, you bring me good luck!" When it was his turn to bet, Wang Yang pushed all his starting chips into the game and shouted confidently: "all-in!"

Michael Pete, Joshua, Zachary, Aileen, and Rachel were all stunned. They looked at Wang Yang suspiciously, and Jessica was a little unbelievable. The cards she gave Yang Pai were so good? Could it be a pair of A?

"Please!" Joshua shouted unhappily. He forced others to follow the bets without even revealing the first public card. This behavior is really immoral! He looked at Wang Yang, who was full of confidence, thought for a while, but he still threw the card helplessly and said, "I gave up!"

"I give up, too." Zachary also threw the card down, then turned to Ailin next to him and said, "Ailin, don't follow." He touched his head again and said, "Uh, everyone, don't follow!"

Seeing that Wang Yang was determined to win, everyone finally chose to give up the game. Wang Yang immediately cheered and smiled and hugged all the betting chips to his side. In this case, the winner's trump card did not need to be revealed, but this was not a casino, it was just a fun between friends. At the request of everyone, Wang Yang unveiled the trump card, one red peach 3 and one spade 6.

Everyone was stunned, and then booed, it turned out to be two bad cards! Jessica's expression was a little disappointed, she thought it would be a pair of A. Zachary, who was rolled by Aileen, said aggrievedly: "Yang, you are too cunning!" Joshua grabbed his hair with both hands and said dissatisfiedly: "Please, I have a pair of 9!" Rachel laughed: "I saw the other side of Yang. His acting skills were great!" Wang Yang laughed with a very beating, packed up his poker, and said: "Come again, come again!"

After playing cards, they sang and danced, watched the video disc... In the evening, the cakes booked at the cake shop were also delivered. Everyone gathered together to sing birthday songs for Rachel, ate cakes, and played until very late, before everyone happily went home.

The apartment became deserted again. Wang Yang sat on the vine sofa watching TV. Michael Pete, who was sitting at the other end, thought about what happened today and suddenly asked: "Yang, I don't understand, Jessica or Rachel, who is your girlfriend?"

"What?" Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Michael Pitt, shrugging, "No, no one is." Michael Pitt smiled faintly and said, "It's interesting." Wang Yang ignored him and continued to watch TV. After a while, Michael Pitt said, "Don't you see it? They all have a good impression of you."

Looking at the TV screen, Wang Yang fell silent. How could he not see that? He was neither a fool nor a rookie who had never been in love. He knew this, but... Wang Yang picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, stood up and walked towards the bedroom, and said, "Come on, Michael, you don't have to worry about these things."

Michael Pete lay down on the vine sofa, raised his head and looked at Wang Yang's back, and said softly: "You can't always do this."

"I know." Wang Yang paused and quickly walked into his bedroom. His mood was very annoyed by Michael Pete's words. He walked around the bedroom. He remembered that on the day he was on the beach, he was almost about to confess his love to Jessica, but that face appeared, which made him suddenly feel that he was not ready to start a new relationship.

Wang Yang walked for a while and suddenly walked to the corner, looking at a cardboard box filled with books. The cardboard box he brought out when he left Nanka University. The book he brought was still inside and did not put it in the bookcase. He pulled out a book from the cardboard box, "Little Woman", and he came to the bed and sat down, opened a page of the book, and a photo was immediately revealed.

In the photo, a blond girl smiled like a flower, her eyes were as bright as night stars. Wang Yang fell on the bed, held the photo with both hands, exhaled, and murmured: "Damn..."

The next day, under the contact of Sandy Pix, Wang Yang drove to Vale Fist's photography studio. There is currently no film appointment for this future "Best Photography". He only runs a very small store. He is the owner and employee. He usually takes photos of customers and makes a very meager profit.

Wang Yang came to the photography shop and saw Vale Fister. The middle-aged white man had a very kind smile, with dense fibrous roots on his cheeks and chin. He stretched out his hand and smiled, "Hello, Mr. Wang." Wang Yang shook his hand with him and said, "Hello, Mr. Fister, just call me Yang."

After meeting him, Varé Fist brought him to Wang Yang to the hall in the photography shop. As soon as he sat down, Wang Yang said directly: "Varé, I think Sandy has told you what I want. "Singing and Dance" requires an excellent photographer, and I hope you can join us."

Varre-Fester smiled while urging at the coffee: "Yang, if I were asked to choose to make a movie or a family portrait, of course I would choose to make a movie. I do need this kind of work, and I am very grateful for giving me a chance, but you know..." He handed the brewed cup of coffee to Wang Yang and continued: "I need to see if shooting this movie is within my ability."

Wang Yang took the coffee, nodded with understanding, took out some documents from the briefcase he carried, and introduced to Vale: "There are some scripts and some storyboards in "Singing and Dance Youth", as well as a list of photography equipment we rented."

"Okay, let's take a look." Varre-Fest sat down and compared the script with the storyboard script. When Wang Yang painted this storyboard script, he used all his painting skills to draw it seriously, so Valre could still understand it. He watched quietly for a long time until he finished the last page, and then looked up and said, "The storyboard is very well drawn, and you can see that you have thought about this movie very well." Wang Yang took a sip of coffee and smiled: "Of course, my attitude is very serious, not what the media said, "Children play with mud."

Varé Fez nodded and praised: "To be honest, when working with a new director, the photographer's biggest concern is that the director is not prepared enough. It is much better to have a storyboard picture. At least he will not suddenly say 'I don't know how to shoot it next'." He smiled and said seriously: "But, Yang, if I were a photographer, I would have my own ideas when shooting, and sometimes, I would not follow the storyboard picture all."

Wang Yang shrugged without any worries and said, "Varé, I can understand this. Although I have never made a movie, I know that there are many actual situations that I cannot consider when drawing storyboards." He picked up the stack of storyboards and flipped over them, laughing and said, "It is just an auxiliary tool, not a dead command."

Hearing him say this, Vale Fist's smile became stronger. He thought for a while and said, "I think this movie should have that kind of bright light, the tones should look very energetic and sunny?" Wang Yang nodded and said, "Yes." Vale Fist picked up the coffee cup and said, "These shots are not difficult, and my skills can handle them. But I have no experience in shooting the scenes in the singing and dancing parts."

"I plan to complete the shooting of the singing and dancing part by using multiple cameras and repeated shooting methods, and then select the camera during the post-editing editing." Wang Yang finished his thoughts, looked at Vale Fist and asked, "What do you think?"

VaréFest agreed, "This idea is very good, but you will use more films." Wang Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. I'll show you as a producer that I won't save films. For the sake of the effect of the movie, the director and photographer will not be scolded if they burned the film." VaréFest immediately laughed and said, "Then I have no problem, I'll join."

"Wow!" Wang Yang was full of joy and felt relieved. Vale Fist's photography skills have reached a certain level and are experienced. He also said in particular that "I will have my own ideas." This is a blessing for him, a rookie director. He can learn a lot and make up for his shortcomings. It is also a blessing for movies. Only when the photographer takes it carefully can the films have the best effect.

Thinking of this, Wang Yang stretched out his hand and said excitedly: "Varé, it's great to be able to cooperate with you, it's really exciting."

Varre-Fester smiled and shook hands with him. He was about to say something, but the phone suddenly rang. He said "sorry", then took out his cell phone and looked at it, frowned and muttered with headache: "That fat man is here again." He connected the cell phone and said: "Harry, sorry, I really don't need an assistant here...I know..."

"Fatty? Harry?" Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, and a fat figure in McDonald's uniform appeared in front of him, and he murmured again: "Harry?" As soon as Vale Fist put down his phone, Wang Yang asked anxiously: "Vare, who is that?"

Varre-Fest shrugged, not understanding why Wang Yang asked this, but there was nothing he could not say. He said truthfully: "A fat man, he didn't know where to get my information, probably on the Internet? Then he came here once, and then called me every day. In fact, I also had a friend who was also entangled by him." He spread his hands with a funny face and said, "He said he hoped to be my photography assistant, but you saw that I didn't have a customer for a morning, and this store was almost unable to maintain it. How could I hire an assistant?"

"Is his name Harry George?" Wang Yang continued to ask, and saw Vale Fister a little confused. He explained: "Varey, that fat man may be a friend I haven't seen for a long time." When he got the contract for Lionsgate, he called Harry George, but the fat man not only did not give him any blessings, but also cursed him. Then he quit his part-time job at McDonald's, and never saw the fat man again and contacted him again.

Varre-Fester thought about it seriously, then shook his head and said, "I don't remember it very much, but I have his business card, I'll look for it." He walked to a desk in the distance and searched it on it. After a while, he shouted, "I found it, it's Harry George." He handed the business card to Wang Yang who was following behind and smiled, "It seems that he is really your friend."

Wang Yang's heart thumped. He took the business card and saw that there were two large lines of "Photographer, Harry George", a contact number, home address, and a work place behind it, taking on various photography businesses... Wang Yang looked through the business card, and the corner of his mouth slowly opened, suddenly laughed, and laughed happily: "This guy, this guy..." He looked at Vale Fist and asked quickly: "Vare, do you think he has the ability to be a photography assistant in movies? Or is it a chore?"

"He has his own understanding of photography and knows some professional things." Vale Fist praised a few words, then shook his head, "But he said he had never operated a camera, and he was talking about it on paper, so I don't think he has the ability to take on the camera independently; but it should be fine for moving and lifting chores."

"Thank you!" Wang Yang said happily, clenched his fists, saying, "I have to leave, Varé, you should contact Sandy for the contract." He bounced the business card on his hand and smiled, "I have to go see this old friend, goodbye!"

Varé Fist nodded clearly and joked: "Tell me the fat man that if he wants to be my assistant, he will start losing weight."

"I can do it!" Wang Yang smiled and picked up his briefcase, then walked out quickly.

According to the work location written behind the business card, Wang Yang drove to Hollywood Avenue, parked his car, and walked towards Harry George's work location "the street opposite the main entrance of the Chinese Theater". He did not call Harry George. He didn't even know if the fat man was at the "working location" at this time, but he just drove over.

It was the afternoon when the sun was very strong, and there were no celebrations on the street, so there were not many tourists on Hollywood Avenue. You could already see the Chinese Theater on the opposite street from afar. Wang Yang walked forward for a while and saw a familiar fat figure not far away, which was Harry George.

The fat man was wearing a wide striped T-shirt, a white baseball cap, and a Polaroid camera hanging around his neck. He was sweating all over his head and was selling his business. But everyone shook his head and waved his hands and refused him. Who doesn’t have a camera when he traveled now?

Wang Yang walked over slowly, and only when the distance was close could be seen clearly. Harry George lost weight a few times and his skin was tanned. His beard was cut clean, but his eyes were brighter than ever before. Wang Yang walked behind the fat man and smiled and said, "Hey, I want one!"

"Oh, OK! Take a picture of you right away!" Harry George turned around excitedly, picked up the Polaroid camera on his neck with both hands, but when he saw it was Wang Yang, he was stunned for a moment: "Yang?" He gasped, sweat fell from his forehead drop by drop, and the chubby face seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

Wang Yang stood up and turned his back to the Chinese theater, and said seriously: "Give me one, photographer!"

"Okay!" Harry looked silent, and pointed the camera at Wang Yang. He pressed it and clicked it. The camera spit out a hard film. Harry pulled out the film and handed it to Wang Yang and said, "It's done."

"I'm not going to pay." Wang Yang smiled, took the photo and looked at it, and it was very good. He looked at Harry George, who was sweating profusely. Although he had guessed the reason, he still asked: "Harry, why are you here and not doing McDonald's job?"

McDonald's? Harry George seemed to hear the funnyest joke, and suddenly burst into laughter, smiling with his faces huddled together: "Of course, don't do it! Let McDonald's die!" His laughter made passers-by look at him, but the fat man didn't care at all and continued to laugh, saying, "Yang, thank you, you are right! I'm so happy now. I'm doing what I like to do. Every time I take a photo of someone, I'll be happier than selling a hamburger! No, no, ten thousand times! No, ten thousand times..." He spoke louder and louder, yelling, "One million times, ten million times, ten million times!"

Looking at Harry George who was gasping for breath, Wang Yang walked up and punched the fat man in the shoulder, and smiled and said, "Brother, it's a billion times!"

"You are right, it's billion times!" Harry George roared again, relaxed all over, smiled foolishly, and said to himself: "It's billion times...wow, billion times!" He looked at Wang Yang, a little shy and a little proudly, and said: "Yang, my dream, it's alive again."
Chapter completed!