Chapter 15: 15

Chapter 15:    This is definitely a freaking calamity!

Translator: Aafkee

Proofreader: ChaiTea

 

 

There was a veteran photo editor being reprimanded with his head hung low in the office of the chief editor of a nationally well-known magazine, “Beijing’s Trendy Entertainment”*.

 

(T/N*: Sorry for the lame-ass title translation LMAO.)

 

“How many times have I emphasised? You can not photoshop this photo. Do you not understand what I said?”

 

The photo editor felt that he was wronged, “But… how can we use it as the background of the magazine’s cover page if we don’t edit the photo?”

 

“You can embellish it, you can add effects on it, but the main problem is that you can’t tamper with his face! Do you know how difficult it is for Wang Zhongding to show his face just once? He, even, specifically requested for no photoshop edits and here you are, asking for trouble!”

 

“I’ve only fine-tuned it a tiny bit, it’s not obvious at all. Any non-professionals would not be able to tell the difference.”

 

The chief editor reproached, exasperated, “Yes, he doesn’t know photoshop but do you think he doesn’t know how his own face looks? Forget about the others but what type of person do you think Wang Zhongding is? He can tell right away even if you have only edited his hairline upwards by a millimetre or even if you have only removed half a strand of his eyebrow! Get rid of this photo quickly and use the original one!”

 

When Han Dong passed by a newspaper kiosk after lunch, his gaze was suddenly attracted to a magazine.

 

“Damn, what a handsome lad!”

 

A dark reddish-purple shirt paired with a dark greyish suit jacket, regardless of the calmness and steadiness of the hue, the tidiness of the tip of his necktie, or three-dimensional the lapel of his necktie was, everything was just right. It could even be said that it was methodical and clear-cut. Even a coarse person like Han Dong could tell that this person was of an extraordinary taste and particular attention to detail.

 

After appreciating Wang Zhongding’s outfit, Han Dong shifted his gaze back to his face.

 

 

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And then, out of habit, he began sizing up the other party’s facial features, putting his nose in the other party’s predestined fate in terms of marriage…

 

After a while, the boss of the newspaper kiosk finally spoke out.

 

“Hey little guy, I see you’ve been staring at it for ten minutes now. So are you buying it or not?”

 

Han Dong lifted his head, giving the boss a shock.

 

His face was green with terror. You could even treat him as the football goal post if you were to install a frame around his head!

 

“I’m buying it.” Han Dong said.

 

After he returned to his accommodation, Han Dong shut his door tightly and began risking his fate to predict his fate while facing Wang Zhongding’s face on the magazine cover. From the distance between this person’s facial features and the placement of his birthmarks, Han Dong was making every effort to ensure precision for every single detail. He calculated the fortunes by using his birthdate characters after face-reading, he then calculated by looking at his Chinese character strokes, the more he calculated, the faster his heartbeats became. In the end, he raised the magazine cover to face the mirror, lining it up beside his own face and his hand began to tremble uncontrollably in an instant.

 

H-h-h-h-h-how is this possible?!!

 

He had been telling fortunes for marriage for so many years and, although he had never been off with his predictions before, he was only seventy to eighty percent certain. There was never a couple who had their “data” so compatible with each other that Han Dong could pat on his chest and say “I’ll hang myself if you guys didn’t end up together!” confidently.

 

Today, this rope was finally prepared for him…

 

Every single strand of hair on his body stood up! This was not possible! How could I end up together with a man? There must be some problem! This face can not be real! Yes, a photo used for the magazine cover would normally be edited, this face must have been photoshopped before, his facial features must have been tampered with…

 

Just as he was thinking that, the video that had been buffering on the side finally played normally.

 

“Wang Zhongding, the one calling the shots in the Zhong Ding Films and Television Corporation, who had always kept a low profile, has just made his first public appearance for the publicity of his blockbuster film of the year. The news conference has attracted over a hundred different media companies to fall over each other in their eagerness to report on…”

 

Han Dong turned his head slowly towards the computer monitor, dumbstruck for a split second.

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