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Chapter 3: He is the one you chose, right?

Since then, Claude has been very obedient as an assistant, specializing in carrying bags for this famous photographer named Cyrus. The production company chose the location as a landscaped area next to Swan Lake, an immense body of water. People standing there can only look at the blue sky and blue water. Just like standing in a painting, everyone's mind is different. much healthier.

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach.

Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly.

When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain.

The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

The main actress playing the MV is Ladonna, who has recently become popular. Her face is pretty, especially since she has charming peach blossom eyes. Her beauty is sweet, with a little natural immaturity, very likeable, not to mention the only actress, so she is very attentively cared for by the film crew.

Perhaps relying on that, Ladonna was the first actor in the cast to run over to talk to Cyrus. Claude was pushed and shoved by her and left his tripod.

"Mr. Cyrus, how to pose for the best photo?" 

She tilted her head as if innocently curious. Her appearance was sweet, her voice was also sweet, and she knew how to humbly ask a man's forte. Claude also has to admit that Ladonna fully synthesizes all her skills to deal with men.

Cyrus today wears only a regular stand-up shirt and comfortable black pants. The pockets connect into two obliquely slanted imitation leather bands, looking very elegant at first glance.

He turned his head, his slender fingers resting on the Nikon D3x, his lips smiling slightly to reveal even white teeth. 

"If your face took up less space in the lens, it would be more effective no matter what pose you chose.

In this one sentence, not only Ladonna, but Claude, who was drinking water next to him, also almost choked.

Ladonna's plight extinguished all the people around her who wanted to get acquainted with Cyrus.

Cyrus's words were not in his ear. Fortunately, no one came to make fun of him, so he didn't open his mouth many times.

A person like Cyrus is silent, but his feet are very diligent, going back and forth more quickly than anyone else.

Claude followed him for a few days and discovered that Cyrus not only didn't like to talk, had a strict temperament, but he also had a few strange hobbies. For example, he only smoked one type of Camel cigarette. He doesn't use lighters, only matches.

However, in fact, with most of those Camel cigarettes, he only smoked a few puffs and then threw them away.

Cyrus treats outsiders quite politely. This Swan area is crowded with many types of people, including the Muslims living in the surrounding areas, the Chinese people who trade in children, and tourists from all over the world.

He can speak Chinese, French, German, and Italian well enough, and communicates very well, even in some local languages ​​he knows. Sometimes, Claude thought to himself, maybe Cyrus's silence was just because he didn't like to speak standard English. Or maybe, Cyrus really doesn't like to talk to each other.

Cyrus's lens captures more scenes than people, and Claude doubts whether he will fulfil the contract or not. Basically, Claude didn't see any of the subjects Cyrus took a photo of, which he took once, including Bridget Elain. From Claude's point of view, Cyrus doesn't look like someone who works for a monthly fashion magazine, but as if he works for a national geographic magazine.

Finally, Claude couldn't help but admit that Cyrus was extremely assimilated.

Every day, carrying the heavy Follo bag, walking around the caves and alleys, Claude is a person who is used to suffering. Except for the fact that the evening bath is a bit long, there is really nothing else. What's more, he was cursed with Cyrus in his stomach every day. His life was terrible.

On the fourth day of filming at Swan, a strong character appeared.

He is one of the shareholders of the management Sect, a fashion company, and is also the representative in Asia of Henry Jackie, Ruber Johnny.

Ruber Johnny did not show up for the film crew, but during his break, he found Cyrus drinking tea at a nearby farm.

Claude caught sight of a man wearing a black Boss outfit from head to toe and immediately ran to another table.

Ruber Johnny is a man of style and vivaciousness. Compared to Cyrus, who is cold and distant, he can be described as gentle and polite, creating a feeling of closeness.

"Just let me pay for his drinks." 

Ruber politely gestured towards Claude.

Claude also did not show much politeness, just nodded to say thank you.

Ruber Johnny looked at him for a moment, then smiled and turned to look at the person in front of him.

"Cyrus, have you made any new discoveries?"

"Why do you ask that?" 

Far from being as close as if he was a longtime friend of Ruber, Cyrus appeared.

Ruber smiled, saying with understanding. 

"This is the second time I've seen you hand your camera bag over to someone else. The first time... was Henry. "

Cyrus did not answer. His long fingers took a box of Camel beside him, pulled out a cigarette, and lit a match.

Ruber Johnny looked at Claude again carefully.

"He makes me feel like a pure Oriental. It's very good, it's just that this aura doesn't quite match the current trends, and his features are not flawed at all. Flawed, too beautiful, lacking in personality, not having his own uniqueness."

Cyrus replied nonchalantly.

"Receiving a compliment from the owner of Asia's largest management company, he would die peacefully."

Ruber Johnny laughed.

"Of course, if he had Cyrus, it would probably make everyone's eyes widen. Who would have thought that that skinny kid from the past was Henry Jackie, the most famous male model? "

Cyrus only took two puffs of his cigarette and rubbed it, as usual, asking straight to the point.

"Have something to say? You didn't bother flying all the way here just to flatter me? "

Ruber Johnny sighed.

"Cyrus, you're still the same, arrogant, straight. Only, in the end, Cyrus is Cyrus, and no one can replace you."

His hand tapped the desk out of habit.

"Cyrus, actually, after all these years, Henry and I still haven't forgotten you, but you haven't contacted us. We don't know where you are either. Did you manage to figure it out and come back to work? Henry and I will definitely support you to the end. Don't forget, half of our success today is yours!"

Cyrus smiled, pulled out another cigarette and lit a match. 

"Thanks to you and Henry, my answer that year won't change. If you, Henry, and I can't go back to the way we were, then why bother and be forced to meet each other? "

Ruber Johnny continued to let out a deep sigh of regret.

"If Henry hears this answer, I'm afraid that he won't sleep for a few more nights!"

Cyrus looked at the cigarette butt and said.

"Henry knew the price of his sleepless nights was the right choice."

Ruber Johny looked at Cyrus's fingers on the table, thin and white, weak, but the same hand that built Henry Jackie, built Sect, and indeed, in a place deep within, inwardly, he also knew, that hand indirectly created himself.

Ruber put his hand on Cyrus's arm, and he said in a sincere voice.

"Sect always welcomes you back, Cyrus. No matter what, Henry and I will always welcome you."

Cyrus naturally withdrew his hand, raised the teacup in front of Ruber, and said.

"Thank you, but you don’t need me and neither does Henry."

At that time, Claude did not know that this man wearing a black Hugo Boss was the famous representative, Ruber Johnny, in the fashion world. He only guessed that this person must have something to discuss with Cyrus, so he hurriedly finished his meal and ran out the door.

This farm is located right on the mountainside. Looking out into the distance, you can see the clear blue lake surface. Nearby, there has been built a paved road for pedestrians. The houses are all made of wood.

The front of each store has a signboard on a blue background with white letters, but not all houses sell food, but also sell coffee and wine. Classic and trendy have merged into one at this place.

Claude casually picked up a magazine outside the shop to look at it and discovered that it had posted a photo of Derek Thomas and Martha Clare's wedding. The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World."

Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil.

Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces.

"Can you go yet?" 

A question suddenly came from behind him.

He turned around and found Cyrus with his hands in his pockets, looking at him.

"Go! Let's go!"

Cyrus threw the big canvas bag to Claude again, looking as if he didn't know anything. Cyrus's footsteps were light. He went wherever he wanted to go, completely ignoring Claude, carrying a bag of photographic equipment weighing several dozen pounds.

But Cyrus can't see that. Claude unconsciously sighed.

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