Under Big Waves's gaze, Wang Yan pulled over a chair and sat down right beside her.
He fiddled with the camera, reviewing the photos before handing it to her. "Take a look. They came out pretty well."
Big Waves set her phone on the table, holding her cigarette between her fingers as she turned the camera dial. Seemingly only then realizing that the view wasn't clear and the colors were indistinct, she raised a hand to take off her sunglasses and looked more closely.
After a while, she smiled at Wang Yan. "They really are pretty good. How much?"
"There's a saying in photography circles. Do you know the three essentials of portrait photography?"
"No. What are they?"
"The model has to be beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful."
"Are you complimenting me?"
Wang Yan raised an eyebrow. "Otherwise, why would I shamelessly come over here and cozy up to you? My lust is written all over my face."
"Oh? So you want to sleep with me?"
"People in big cities really do speak directly. It just doesn't sound very nice—you make it sound like I'm some kind of hooligan."
"Then how should you put it?"
"Deep communication."
Big Waves rolled her eyes, speechless. And that wasn't direct?
She continued fiddling with the camera and flipping through the photos. "You're pretty confident. Then again, this camera must cost hundreds of thousands, right? Rich people are always confident. What do you do?"
"Finance." Wang Yan chuckled, took out a Huazi from his pocket and lit it, then called over a server and asked for a glass of plain water. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Yan, and I'm thirty. My family's home was demolished and redeveloped years ago, and then... well, now I'm fairly free. Sometimes I come out to take