After two days, the negotiations in Shenzhen also reached a conclusion. The parties exchanged benefits, and after signing, they officially became partners.
Jiang Hao and Zhou Xinyan did not return to Binhai. Instead, they went straight to the capital, contacted a wedding photography team, and began shooting. The Temple of Heaven, the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Prince Gong's Mansion—talented scholar and beautiful lady, playing the qin and tuning the se, reading together by lamplight, beauty adding fragrance with red sleeves. Every photograph was breathtaking.
The photographer kept praising Zhou Xinyan's beauty and Jiang Hao's aura of an ancient scholar. Little did he know that Jiang Hao had lived in ancient times for many years. Wearing Tang-style and Han-style robes felt entirely natural to him. With a gentle wave of his fan or a brush in hand, his scholarly charm emerged effortlessly, impossible to conceal.
Jiang Hao suddenly had a whim. Right there in Cui Jin Garden, the rear garden of Prince Gong's Mansion, he instructed his secretary and assistant to bring over a long table and painting supplies. He wanted to paint a portrait of Zhou Xinyan.
Boss, the fees for Prince Gong's Mansion and the production crew alone cost tens of thousands a day. Wasn't this a waste? The photographer felt helpless. Still, there was nothing he could do. These two truly did not lack money, so he simply had to put up with it.
Brush, Ink, Paper, and Inkstone, along with every kind of pigment, were prepared. Zhou Xinyan wore flowing ancient-style robes and held a round fan as she sat in a pavilion beside the pond. Behind her lay a rippling blue-green lake and half a pond full of lotus flowers. Zhou Xinyan smiled like a blooming flower, gazing sweetly at Jiang Hao.
The photographer did not sit