Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 59 59. The starting point of the artist’s journey (seeking further reading)

The environment in Zhushikou is still so dilapidated, and there seems to be no change at all after a few months.

Chen Li'an carried his bag back to the courtyard. He walked around the courtyard without seeing anyone, and felt a little strange.

It's really strange that none of the retired uncles are here today.

Chen Li'an didn't care so much. After cleaning his house, he looked at the calendar that hadn't changed pages for a long time and Mr. Zhou's little face. He suddenly remembered a photo he took of Mr. Zhou in the ancient town.

That beautiful scene under the sunset is much prettier than the photo on the wall calendar.

Let's develop that one later and make it into a wall calendar. As for the other photos, we can't develop them. Just put away the film yourself.

Chen Li'an found the films he took in Tongli Water Town, sorted them out, and put away the films of Mr. Zhou and Gong Li separately, and prepared the other landscape photos for development.

I don't know if Ma Xiaoqing is at home during this time, so it would be inconvenient to borrow a darkroom.

After packing all his things, Chen Li'an lay on the bed and started to daze. He had to go to Nortel to report tomorrow, and even if he had an official name, he had to meet with the teacher.

How about tomorrow? Forget it, let’s do it the day after tomorrow.

School is the most annoying thing. Chen Li'an pretended not to see that the day after tomorrow is Saturday on the wall calendar, so that he can make excuses not to go the day after tomorrow.

In the evening, Chen Li'an fell asleep in a daze and heard the adults and aunts chatting in the yard. Their voices were so loud that they seemed to be grabbing eggs.

Chen Li'an yawned and pushed the door open. He saw several elderly and aunties worriedly saying that they were sick and wanted to buy health care products.

"The doctor said I have low blood sugar. What is that blood sugar? Is it serious?"

"The doctor said my liver is not good and my body is full of toxins. Why am I poisoned?"

"Eat leftovers. The doctor said you will be poisoned if you eat leftovers!"

"Is that Sanjin Oral Liquid good? It's a bit expensive."

"I think it's OK. Doesn't the advertisement say that it can be used to treat illnesses or not to be healthy?"

After listening for a while, Chen Li'an knew what was going on. The health care products industry seemed to be making great efforts. Sales of Sanzhu seemed to have exceeded one billion this year.

The routine of pretending to be a doctor to treat the elderly and then taking the opportunity to sell health care products may seem retarded in later generations, but it is really popular now.

That slogan is pretty good, except that it can cure all diseases. Well, it seems to be true.

However, Chen Li'an knew that these two years were the last glory days of the health care product industry. Advertising laws were about to be introduced, and these fake health care products were going to be cracked down.

Chen Li'an looked at the worried uncle and aunt who were ready to act, and walked over to remind him: "That doctor is fake, just to trick you into buying health care products. Don't be fooled."

"Xiao Chenzi, is it true? Is the doctor a liar?" Uncle Li was stunned for a moment and took Chen Li'an's arm and asked.

Chen Li'an nodded and said: "Really, if you really suspect that you are not in good health, wouldn't it be better to go to the hospital for a checkup? Wouldn't it be cheaper than buying health care products?"

Uncle Li was startled for a moment, and felt that what he said made sense. It didn't cost much to register an account.

Chen Li'an looked at the uncles and aunts who were thinking, and felt some indescribable feelings in his heart. He wanted to have a good body at such an old age, but his thinking was backward and easily deceived.

Health care products created an industry legend in the 1990s and created super high sales, but this was all based on the pension money of these elderly people.

It was truly a sad time. Chen Li'an looked at the wrinkled faces in front of him that were full of worry and confusion. He turned back to the room and took out his camera to take a photo.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the old people who have reached the second half of their lives reveal their fear of death and their desire for health in their cloudy eyes.

The progress of the times has abandoned these old people who were once in the sunset, but the black-hearted businessmen still want to squeeze out the last penny from their pockets.

Such a scene brought a strong impact to Chen Li'an. It seemed that no one cared about these people who were heading towards the afterglow of life. Even when the health care product industry collapsed later, everyone just clapped their hands and celebrated, but forgot about these old people who had been hurt and deceived. .

"Uncle Li, where is the doctor?" Chen Li'an couldn't help but ask, holding the camera.

Uncle Li came back to his senses, looked at Chen Li'an and said, "Take two left turns at the entrance of the alley. Aren't you going to fight?"

Uncle Li recalled Chen Li'an's past experiences and suspected that Chen Li'an wanted to go over and expose the liar.

"No, don't worry." Chen Li'an said and went out with the camera in his arms.

What's the use of exposing a liar? There are so many fake doctors all over the country. What can Chen Li'an do? He can only record it all with his own camera, hoping that it can be exhibited and alert more people.

Old people have old ideas, but young people should be more sensible.

In the next few days, Chen Li'an went out with his camera every day and took a large number of photos in the streets and alleys of the capital, in the villages around the city, and at various health product sales points.

At the beginning, Chen Li'an was quite excited and felt that he was doing the right thing, but by the end of the shooting, he was speechless and just silently held up the camera to record it all.

The gloomy sky seemed to be brewing a blizzard, and the cold wind blew on Chen Li'an's face, as if blocking him from moving forward.

Dragging his tired body, Chen Li'an came to the downstairs of Ma Xiaoqing's house holding a large piece of photo paper.

Looking up at the unlit windows, Chen Li'an paused for a moment before walking into the dim corridor of the unit.

Chen Li'an stood at the door of Ma Xiaoqing's house and knocked on the door, but received no response. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Ma Xiaoqing's voice came from behind.

"Chen Li'an? Are you back?" Ma Xiaoqing looked at the rather decadent Chen Li'an with some surprise.

Seeing that pretty face become so depressed, Ma Xiaoqing couldn't help but hold Chen Li'an's hand and asked: "What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Chen Li'an forced a smile, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I want to borrow your darkroom."

"Okay, but what's wrong with you?" Ma Xiaoqing looked at Chen Li'an with some distress.

"It's really okay. Just lend me the darkroom."

Chen Li'an's tone was urgent, and Ma Xiaoqing didn't waste any time. She opened the door and pulled Chen Li'an in.

After entering, Chen Li'an went into the darkroom. Ma Xiaoqing was about to follow, but was locked out.

Looking at the closed door, Ma Xiaoqing opened her mouth, but still did not open the door and went in. She just sat in the living room waiting for Chen Li'an with some worry.

The clock in the living room was ticking. Ma Xiaoqing had been sitting on the sofa looking at the darkroom door, waiting for Chen Li'an to come out.

I don't know how much time passed, but Ma Xiaoqing fell asleep on the sofa. When she woke up again, it was already completely white, and the sun shined particularly brightly on the snow.

Looking at the extra blanket on her body, Ma Xiaoqing got up and went to the darkroom, which was already empty.

Ma Xiaoqing felt empty and worried about Chen Li'an's condition, but she didn't know how to contact Chen Li'an.

When she saw the news about Chen Li'an again, it was in the newspaper two days later.

Emerging photographer Chen Li'an's personal photography exhibition "Sunset - Forgotten and Deceived People" will be held at the National Art Museum of China!

Chen Li'an looked at the prepared exhibition in front of him, and his hesitation reached its peak. He was worried that his work would not have any effect.

But I was still very grateful. I turned around and looked at Gong Li and said, "Sister, thank you for helping me."

Gong Li looked at the huge photos in the exhibition hall. The shocking scenes and the various expressions on the old faces made her scalp numb.

"Li'an, you don't need to thank me. I'm just asking someone to do something. If your work wasn't good, they wouldn't agree to it."

Gong Li didn't know what to say. When she was on the set of Huayue, she always regarded Chen Li'an as a very charming man, with some talent and some lust. But this time she was surprised by the power conveyed in Chen Li'an's photos. arrive.

It seems that Chen Li'an is a born artist. All the romance and cynicism in him seem to be ignored by Gong Li at this moment.

Yang Lizhou, the curator of the art museum, paused for a long time in front of each of Chen Li'an's photos.

After reading all the works, he came to Chen Li'an and couldn't help but sigh: "Your works will leave a mark in the history of Chinese photography. It's really hard to imagine that you are new to photography."

Gong Li looked at Chen Li'an who was silent and felt that this would be the starting point of Chen Li'an's career as an artist, a starting point that would be unstoppable and brilliant!