Lin Shen tsked. ’It feels like I wrote my startup proposal for nothing.’
’Still, it’s not a total waste. Once the market gets bigger, I’ll definitely need it for overall planning.’
Just as Lin Shen was pondering the uses of his [Industry Analysis] feature, Sun Wenhao and Jiang Wan were wrapping up their photoshoot.
"Alright, Yan Wei."
Sun Wenhao thoughtfully handed Jiang Wan a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead and face.
"What do you think of these shots?"
"They’re great. Thanks for all the hard work, Hao."
Jiang Wan was very satisfied with the photos Sun Wenhao had taken. After all, the two of them had been collaborating for a long time.
But...
"Still, I think the one Lin Shen took has more feeling."
Jiang Wan looked over at Lin Shen, who was lying on the lawn nearby.
"Lin Shen, can you send me that photo later? I’ll ask the client, and if it’s usable, I’ll give you a cut of the ad fee."
"Don’t worry about it."
Lin Shen stood up, patting the dirt from his pants with a light chuckle.
"Your beauty was payment enough."
"Pfft—!"
Jiang Wan couldn’t help but burst out laughing, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"My, my, Lin Shen. Where did you learn lines like that? I don’t remember you having this side to you in college. Have you been using these sweet nothings to fool a lot of younger girls?"
"If I’d been fooling anyone, I probably wouldn’t have gone through a breakup."
"Oh, I’m sorry."
Jiang Wan hadn’t meant to touch a raw nerve. Her expression turned apologetic, then she rubbed her stomach and smiled gently.
"You both went through a lot of trouble to come take photos with me. Let me treat you to lunch. I hear the local farmhouse restaurants around here are quite good."
"My treat," Lin Shen offered.
"Brother Sun taught me a lot about photography, and I’d like to thank him."
"I didn’t really teach him much,"
Sun Wenhao said, feeling a little sheepish.
After all, he’d only recommended a few cameras. Lin Shen had figured out all the actual photography techniques on his own.
’That kind of talent... it would make most people feel inadequate.’
’If he got his hands on a decent camera, couldn’t he just go pro right then and there?’
’Am I going to be out of a job?’
Sun Wenhao started to panic, getting the distinct feeling that sooner or later, Lin Shen would take his place.
Losing Jiang Wan—the biggest driver of his follower growth—would be one thing. After all, photographers are never short on beautiful models.
But what truly stung Sun Wenhao was the thought that after spending the better part of a year with Jiang Wan and getting nowhere, Lin Shen had just suddenly appeared and swooped in.
SIGH—!
Sun Wenhao fell into a long silence on their way out of the country park.
Lin Shen and Jiang Wan, however, were chatting away happily.
Since visitors to Changxing Island generally arrived by car or tour bus, bicycles had become the most popular form of public transportation on the island.
Lin Shen rented three bicycles and, using his phone’s navigation, led Jiang Wan and Sun Wenhao to a restaurant specializing in local island cuisine.
Tian’s Kitchen.
The restaurant’s simple decor was mixed with modern touches, but every detail was suffused with the unique, homey atmosphere of a farmhouse kitchen.
As if remembering something, Lin Shen walked to the front of the restaurant and casually snapped a picture.
Unfortunately, when he opened the GoGo Maps app, the task hadn’t been completed.
’Does this not count as the scene with the most "homey atmosphere"?’
Lin Shen was a little disappointed.
"Hello, sir. How many?"
"Three. I have a reservation."
Lin Shen led the way as the trio entered a private room, sat down, and began to order.
Braised longsnout catfish, white-cut chicken, wine-scented clover, soy-braised pork bones... These were some of Tian’s Kitchen’s most popular dishes.
Just as Lin Shen was about to order a fifth dish, Jiang Wan discreetly tugged on the hem of his shirt, leaned closer, and whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.
"You don’t need to order so much. I have a small appetite; four dishes will be plenty."