Chapter 51

When they got off the plane, whether it was the first-class Wall Street elites or teenagers like Song Ya, whether it was Claire or Michelle, everyone was obsessed with the same thing: taking pictures.

Mandela is now a big celebrity, and another celebrity, Lao Sa from Iraq, is exactly at the two ends of the world's reputation, one in the sky and the other in the ground. Countless "progressives" from North America, South America, Europe, and Asia came to visit him like a pilgrimage.

According to Daniel's points theory, everyone has traveled thousands of miles to come here. If you don't leave evidence of your visit here, you can't get your points back. No one wants to work for nothing.

Therefore, Song Ya, who was regarded as a good helper by Michelle, had to work hard. Not only did she have to help her look after a large group of children, but she also had to temporarily serve as a photographer for the team. I took a group photo with the local affirmative action organization who came to pick me up from the airport, and I had to pull up the banner and take another round of photos before getting on the bus.

Rolls of Kodak film were taken out of Michelle's bag and put back again. Song Ya's portrait photography technology has improved rapidly. Of course, he will never forget his share.

After a simple rest for the night, everyone went straight to a local black school. American teenagers took out small gifts and gave them to the students here. At that moment, the hands of the giver and the recipient touched the gift at the same time, and they showed bright smiles at the same time. The activity banner behind the two of them gathered the five key elements. Song Ya accurately pressed the shutter, and the film was completed. The quality has been well received.

The next step is to participate in a short local summer camp, where black, white, and yellow, the white government has painstakingly created a harmonious picture of the friendly coexistence of teenagers of all races. After a few days of boring summer camp activities, Song Ya even started to play casually without a teacher. He took a snapshot of black and white children passing by blankly, and then they all walked in opposite directions. They have also been selected in the United States Affirmative Rights Photography Exhibition several times. In fact, the relationship between the two children is very good, but it does not prevent the American people who are thousands of miles away from giving them various interpretations.

The final highlight, of course, is to meet Mandela.

Under the guidance of the ANC staff, Michelle led everyone to line up and was ready to shake hands with her. Claire, who parted ways after getting off the plane, appeared again and stood gracefully beside Michelle.

"Can it be our turn?"

Song Ya looked at the huge teams in front, and murmured that she came all the way just for this group photo.

"Yes, it should be..."

Michelle was a little uncertain, she and Claire definitely didn't need to worry about themselves, the ANC would not neglect the donkey party behind them.

In the end, I was really afraid of what would happen. When it was their turn, the staff began to place rows of stools outside, telling everyone that there was no individual handshake, only a group photo.

"Mr. Mandela is old, and his long prison life has made him lack of energy. We have to speed up the progress..." the ANC explained.

Song Ya's face darkened.

Fortunately, Michel took good care of him and put him in the middle of the second row, right behind Mandela.

When it was their turn, Song Ya entrusted the camera to a staff member, and sat down with the other children in sequence.

Not long after, Mandela appeared.

Compared with the posters on the wall of the school cafeteria, the old man has become a little richer, but his spirit is far inferior. It seems that he is indeed tired.

Michelle and Claire greeted him with a handshake, and the flashlights of the reporters kept flashing.

Song Ya, who didn't have that status, had to sit obediently and squeeze out a smile, staring at the old man with admiration, scanning the position of the camera from the corner of her eye, and adjusting her body orientation slightly according to the sense of lens she had learned from participating in several MV shootings , and even moved half a body forward secretly, so he must ensure his appearance in the mirror.

Mandela first delivered a brief speech,

The main idea is that young people from all over the world joined hands to resist racial discrimination. After thanking the Donkey Party, Michelle’s equal rights organization and Clare’s charity organization, he sat down with a group of ANC executives.

Michelle and Claire left and right, firmly sandwiching the old man.

"The back ones get closer."

The full-time photographer began to direct the children to stand, and then found a good angle, "cheese~"

After a few minutes, Song Ya keenly noticed that the old man in front of him stretched out his hand to support the back of the chair, trying to use his strength to get up.

"Be careful."

He took a step forward decisively and supported the other party.

"Thank you, oh! I'm getting older... I took a photo for a day..." The old man shook his head and muttered words of thanks.

"It's okay, it should be."

Song Ya smiled and sent him to the ANC people, then turned around and met Michelle with a mutual understanding.

"You are very clever." Claire also noticed this scene.

"I respect him a lot."

Song Ya returned without leaking, and then quickly took advantage of the chaos of the children leaving to find the staff member holding the camera, "Did you get it? Did you get it all just now?"

During the trip to South Africa, everyone had a lot of good 'memories'. Before leaving South Africa, Michelle carefully checked the film in the bag at the airport, and then found that the camera could not be inserted, so he simply put this Leica M3 was given to Song Ya as a thank you for his hard work in taking pictures.

"It's an old style, you won't dislike it, right? After all, your income is much higher than mine." Michelle joked.

"How is it possible!" Song Ya fiddled with the camera in his hand. These days, he really fell in love with photography, "I like this pure mechanical feeling."

It happened that the plane was late, so Song Ya loaded the film and strolled around the airport to take some random photos.

It's still racially segregated, and while the international passenger area doesn't show it, the vast majority of airport staff are white.

As we patted and patted, a group of young and lovely white girls were framed in the camera.

They are all tall and thin. According to Song Ya's experience, they are definitely engaged in the modeling industry. They are about the same age as themselves. Of course, many people have complained about their old looks.

The girls quickly noticed the flashing lights. They were used to it. They glanced at Song Ya, and then talked and laughed about what to do.

Song Ya adjusted the focus and gradually only stared at one of them.

This white girl is a standard blond sweet girl. The fleshy apple muscles and dimples on her face are very conspicuous when she smiles. She is very similar to Monroe's innocent and charming temperament when she was young. Among the rib girls, she stood out from the crowd.

"It's about the same height as Mira, but her breasts are much bigger than hers."

Song Ya couldn't help but get closer and closer.

At this time, those girls were not happy. A rib girl stepped forward and blocked the camera, "Hey, don't Americans never know how to be polite?"

As a black man, for the sake of personal safety in South Africa, Song Ya put a sticker of the American flag on his backpack. If they were black South Africans, they probably wouldn't be so polite.

"Uh, sorry."

Song Ya, who is half black, will not feel embarrassed, put down the camera and start bragging about herself, "Get to know me, I am a composer, my name is Alexander Song, you may have heard my nickname, APLUS..."

The girls looked at each other, then shook their heads together.

"APLUS? It's that..."

A middle-aged white woman popped out from behind the girls, "Hi, I'm their manager..." She held out her hand, "Your song to... uh, you can't buy it here, and we most of their business is in Europe.”

"Hello."

Now that someone knows him, it will be easier. After shaking hands, he rushed to the girls, "There are also many opportunities in the United States. I know the senior management of EMI and Columbia, and maybe I can help."

The girls continued to look blank.

"Do you know VOGUE magazine?" Song Ya quickly changed the topic to the fashion industry.

"Of course! Of course we know!" The girls cheered up instantly, chattering around him, but unfortunately the blond sweet girl was the most reserved one.

Song Ya said, "Their editor-in-chief, Ms. Anna Wintour, we have also cooperated."

"Really?" The female manager was a little wary, and she began to look up and down Song Ya.

"It's true. If you don't believe me, just wait and see the cover of VOGUE USA next month. The character on the cover will be Milla Jovovich, the singer of the song I wrote and composed."

Song Ya's words didn't have much deception. He took out the business card of "A+ President" and handed it to the other party, "If you want to come to the United States to develop, you can find me."

Then he took out another one and stuffed it into the hand of the blond sweet girl, "Remember to find me when you come to America." He smiled and let out a discharge.