Chapter 600 Just Taking a Few Photos

Yan Rusheng walked to the door without hindrance, when suddenly an old man in his sixties came in from the door and stopped in front of him.

"Sir, these photos are cultural relics in our town, you can't take them away."

The old man smiled and said politely.

"You're lucky if I didn't sue you for infringing the right of portrait." Yan Rusheng replied coldly to the old man, picked up the box and planned to walk around the old man.

The old man moved forward and continued to stop him, "Oh? How should I say it?"

Yan Rusheng pointed at the little girl in the photo, "The girl in the photo is my wife."

It's my wife.

After saying this sentence, he realized it later, his heart throbbed, and he was also inexplicably proud.

He used to say 'my daughter-in-law, my woman, my wife'.

Most people who are in a relationship now call their girlfriends this way.

However, the title of wife is solemn and formal, as if only when it appears in the spouse column, it will be introduced to outsiders when it goes out.

Xuxu is his wife, and Xuxu is his wife.

Yan Rusheng recited in his heart excitedly.

Hearing this, the old man smiled, and said in a leisurely tone: "The little girl in the photo came here a few days ago, and she doesn't have any objections, and all the photos I have here have been placed here for so many years, and I have never heard of portrait rights." Say it."

After a pause, before Yan Rusheng could speak, he changed the subject, "If you want this photo, it's not impossible, young people, don't be so aggressive."

"Then can you give me this photo?" Yan Rusheng hardly hesitated, and really softened his voice.

He wanted this photo, and he didn't want his Xuxu to be seen by others like a showpiece.

Especially when she was a child, so precious.

"Okay." The old man readily agreed.

But Yan Rusheng knew that he must have the conditions, so he pursed his lips and waited for the old man to make the conditions.

"Conditional."

Yan Rusheng had already expected it, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The old man smiled and continued, "Be the endorsement for our store."

Yan Rusheng's face immediately became cold again, "Sorry, I don't show face."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and prepared to force his way out.

The old man stopped him, "Then you can't take this photo away."

Yan Rusheng raised his eyebrows coldly, "What if I have to?"

Facing the strong aura of his domineering president, the old man was very calm, "I told you the conditions just now, that is, to take a few photos and post them on the Internet to earn our popularity."

Yan Rusheng's brows trembled, his face became colder and colder.

All the tourists in the store who came to see the photos stopped looking at the photos, and their eyes were fixed on his pursed lips.

Everyone was sweating for the old man.

After all, Yan Sanshao smashed a small shop like this in a matter of minutes. What kind of capricious things can't be done if you have money?

"it is good."

However, Young Master Yan nodded and agreed in a shocking way. Annoyance flashed in his eyes, but the expression on his face was still cold, "I'll only give you half an hour."

...

It was really just a few photos.

It was Yan Rusheng's first time wearing such a low-quality suit. The rough fabric made him feel uncomfortable, but it was just that he was uncomfortable wearing it, and it didn't affect the appearance at all.

Can't hide his nobility and elegance.

What bothered him the most was the styling glue on his hair, which made him want to throw up.