305, Real World (1)

Looking around, a group of cosplay enthusiasts came to the white snow-capped mountains, and the villagers who had time to spare went to watch the fun.

It couldn't be lively. They were next to the snow-capped mountains, and the weather was so cold that it was not enough for these young people to dress up and expose their arms, legs and backs. Some of them were even shivering with cold and waving fans.

Most of the people left in the village were older and didn't know anything about cosplay, but they knew how cold the weather was. They all wore big cotton jackets and held hand warmers to watch the fun.

Zheng Bao wore a beautiful little skirt and held an umbrella in her hand. She was so cold that she wanted to call her mother for autumn trousers, but she had to keep a sweet smile and look at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

At this moment, she saw an old man in a thick military coat holding a hand warmer and smiling at her, and her mentality collapsed all of a sudden.

"No more photos, no more photos!"

She put down her umbrella and rushed to her good friend, quickly put on the down jacket she handed over, and shouted to the photographer who was chasing after her: "Why do you have to come to the snow in such a cold weather? Can't you just find some artificial snow to photoshop the picture? If you keep going like this, I will definitely get sick from the cold!"

"Don't be angry first, Baomei, we came all the way to the snow mountain to take pictures. Once the photos are posted and marked, people will say how dedicated you are, and you will almost win half of the awards."

Zheng Bao rolled his eyes: "Brother, look back, there are so many people with the same idea as you. Even if we win half, it will take so many people to win half. Don't we still have no chance of winning?"

If she wants to say that the award this time is wrong, isn't it just cosplaying together? Isn't it enough to take a good-looking photo? You also have to require the background to be snow, so that a group of people ran to the nearest snow mountain to take pictures.

I don't know who came up with this ghost idea first.

The photographer advised kindly: "But if we didn't come to the snow mountain to shoot, they would have half and we wouldn't have half, wouldn't the fare be wasted?"

A good friend also encouraged her: "Bao Mei! Think about the prize money! 500,000!! Such a grand competition is rare!"

500,000...

Bao Mei paused, just as she relaxed, she shivered immediately when the cold wind blew: "But Zhang Xiangdong ran away, and the requirement is one man and one woman. Where can we find another man now?"

Speaking of this cameraman, his face was not good: "Zhang Xiangdong is really a guy. He came over and said he wanted to shoot, but when he got to the ground and saw how cold it was, he left. What kind of person is he."

"His family is rich, and he doesn't need these hundreds of thousands. Of course, he doesn't need to do the same as us."

Zheng Bao stomped his feet to move his frozen feet a little: "What should we do now? Or you can find a villager to replace it?"

After speaking, she looked back and met the kind smiles of the uncles watching the fun.

"...Forget it, it's better to bribe someone else."

"How can I bribe him? They get paid for their own photos, but we have to share the money for our photos. Who would be willing to do that?"

As the few people were struggling, a handsome man wearing a jade crown and feathered clothes slowly walked down the snowy mountain.

Zheng Bao and his friend were still stunned, and the photographer approached with shining eyes.

"Is he planning to let someone else replace him?"

"It's possible, but will his original people agree?"

The two girls were discussing, and they saw the photographer turned around and waved at them with an ecstatic smile on his face like he had won a lottery.

"Come here, come here! Let's start shooting!"

Wei Mingyan stood behind the photographer and yawned.

After calling his partner, the photographer turned around excitedly and thanked him: "Thank you, thank you! Thank you so much!"

"It doesn't matter."

The handsome man who seemed to have his own aperture smiled: "Just pay."

Eight days later

Wei Mingyan earned his first pot of gold in the world.

The author has something to say: Stuck...

I know I'm short, but I'm also stuck too.

How should the ending be correct? I want Lao Wei to continue traveling.