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Chapter 392 - 392 42 The Absurdity of the Human World This is the He Laid the Groundwork For

392: Chapter 42: The Absurdity of the Human World, This is the Chapter He Laid the Groundwork For 392: Chapter 42: The Absurdity of the Human World, This is the Chapter He Laid the Groundwork For (I recommend listening to the song “A Decade in the World” while reading this chapter, you can search blbl for a quick listen to “A Decade in the World”.)

“CEO Cheng, would you consider changing your clothes?”

The makeup artist from Shanhaiguan, tasked with preparing her own boss for the first time for such a significant task, took her job very seriously, fearing she might not perform her best.

“No need, let’s stick with this outfit.

Emotions are hard to convey and hard to grasp, but the dishevelment of the character in the frame can to some extent achieve that effect,” Cheng Daqi replied.

The tactical actions were spot on, with the effects left to the navy, fans, netizens, fate.

The photography assistant brought over a shower head attached to a rubber hose; he was to help CEO Cheng ‘get wet’.

“CEO Cheng, I’ll remind you before turning on the water, remember to close your eyes,” this guy was even more nervous than the makeup artist.

As the big boss of Shanhaiguan, they were all too aware of Cheng Daqi’s capabilities, but they weren’t familiar with Cheng Daqi himself.

Cheng Daqi nodded, signaling the photographer that they could start.

“Lights!

Come here, something’s off with the light, where’s the catchlight?”

The photographer was definitely the most serious one there, as today’s job was the most important project for Shanhaiguan—Cheng Daqi’s most important video since his revival.

The lighting technician from Shanhaiguan came over with a pained expression; he only made six thousand a month, and for this level of salary, working the catchlight was indeed somewhat challenging.

As the team’s weakest link, he was almost in tears.

“Don’t rush, adjust slowly, this kind of difficulty is nothing.

Our team has only been formed for one month, it’s normal to need some time to mesh,” Cheng Daqi encouraged the lighting technician.

Eventually, after several adjustments by the lighting technician, the filming finally began.

Cheng Daqi needed to shoot some additional beautiful footage for the upcoming video.

However, once they started, the difficulty of the task was beyond everyone’s expectations.

In considering the overall integrity and style of the video, these additional shots couldn’t be shot too ‘well,’ yet they had to be shot well.

Shanhaiguan’s team was still half-amateur; they had been shooting for two whole days already.

To get the clothing to look closer to that of a vagrant, CEO Cheng even spent money to have some ‘vagrant outfits’ custom-made just to improve the final video outcome slightly.

“CEO Cheng, close your eyes,” the photography assistant reminded.

Cheng Daqi closed his eyes as water from the shower head sprayed down from the side above the main light, and although the photographer captured many shots, he shook his head in regret.

The water from the shower head was still far from enough; it turns out it was a waste product just as CEO Cheng had said.

The best effect was hard to achieve, so they had to make do with the dishevelment of ‘old’ vagrant outfits and the proper lighting to portray CEO Cheng’s shabbiness.

“CEO Cheng, this is the last shot, after this, we’re only left with post-production, but we really don’t have enough hands.

We’re signing more and more people, let’s recruit some more photographers,” the photographer complained with a wry smile.

He had been earning a lot in overtime pay recently, and initially, he was happy—after so many years of work, it was the first time he received overtime pay on a non-holiday.

But overtime at Shanhaiguan was truly earned with one’s life, and he was starting to feel unable to withstand the high-intensity work pressure.

“You’re just too invested in your work.

We have an interview tomorrow; you’ll join me then to interview the new photographer.”

Taking the clothes Xiao Cao handed over, CEO Cheng changed while responding to the photographer.

The female employee in the makeshift studio was shocked by CEO Cheng’s abs, and for a moment, the air around the globe warmed up a smidgen.

“CEO Cheng, since coming to Shanhaiguan, I feel like I’ve found a new impulse, the impulse to do business.

I’m exhausted every day, but I seem to have endless energy.

I don’t even know why.”

The photographer fought the urge to bare his teeth in a smile, pretending to play the drama of being willing to bleed for the company to the last drop.

Before he was just a regular guy named Lao Deng, taking up lackluster gigs like following a shoot for three days for a measly eight hundred yuan, but joining Shanhaiguan seemed to promise a takeoff with this startup company.

“Rest when you need to.

The company can function without anyone.

Anyway, I’ll be going now; make sure to do a good job with the post-production.”

After giving a simple tap in imitation of Brother Dong, Cheng Daqi left the studio.

The photographer stood in place for a few seconds, then turned and yelled at the female makeup artist who had just sneakily taken photos of CEO Cheng changing clothes.

“What were you just filming?

Give me your phone!

Are CEO Cheng’s images for you to take?”

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Back in the office, CEO Cheng ran into his old classmate Zhang Weiqi.

“Chengzi, long time no see.”

Seeing CEO Cheng enter, Zhang Weiqi got up awkwardly and greeted him with a smile.

He hesitated to shake hands, raising his hand a little but then letting it drop, ultimately just standing there awkwardly smiling.

Before coming to Shanhaiguan, he thought he could snag a job with the good old days’ kindness of lending Cheng Daqi two hundred, but upon arrival, he realized things weren’t right.

Shanhaiguan was an expanding startup, and under Cheng Daqi’s guidance, the company’s atmosphere was so good it naturally affected people, leaving Zhang Weiqi feeling out of place—like a Goblin stepping into Brave’s Camp.

“Long time no see, Weiqi, your online nickname is too aggressive.

I remember it very clearly, hahaha.”

Cheng Daqi poured Zhang Weiqi a cup of tea, teasing him with a laugh.

“Ah, I’ll change it right now, I’ll change it right now,” Zhang Weiqi laughed even more awkwardly, feeling like he might be turned away.

After all, his friendship with Cheng Daqi was only worth two hundred, and Cheng Daqi had already repaid him—IG really did win the championship.

“Xiao Cao already told me your intentions.

We studied the same major, International Trade, but our college didn’t really teach us much, to be honest.”