Ten years as a substitute!Now that she leaves, she regrets it too much

Chapter 873 Academic School

"Oops, Lao Jiang, you guys are playing so wildly." Zhang Zhejie sat on the sofa and took the lead in firing at Jiang An and Lin Xixi, "Why did you stay in the warehouse all night?"

"Old Zhang, do you feel that your mouth is 'comfortable' again?" Jiang An didn't need to say anything, Lin Xixi was already ready to fight back, "You still have the nerve to talk to us, don't you and Ruojia do the same? Have you been sitting in the living room all night?"

"But the two of us were just sitting there. Who knows what you two were doing." Zhang Zhejie almost blurted out these words, but as soon as he said them, he began to regret it - you know, Lin Nvxia's iron fist will never forgive people. of.

But this time, Lin Xixi did not take action. Instead, she cast a questioning look at Ruojia. Obviously, she also wanted to know the outcome of the in-depth conversation between Ruojia and Zhang Zhejie.

And the result is naturally perfect. Ruojia nodded affirmatively, then hugged Zhang Zhejie's arm, "Old Zhang, if you don't want to talk to them so much, let's go back and have a rest now."

"Rest?" Jiang An shook his head, pointed at Zhang Zhejie and said, "I'm afraid you can't rest. Did you forget that we are going to the academy today?"

"I haven't forgotten, but can you hold on?" Lao Zhang was a little worried about Jiang An's health, "Let's talk, talk, talk, but our relationship is fine. Otherwise, you can rest for a while. I’ll contact the college and push the time to tomorrow, what do you think?”

"I'm afraid this won't work." Jiang An answered very simply, "Our time is limited, and the time of those students is also very precious. This time, in order to welcome us, the college has asked many students to arrive at school early. If we postpone the time By tomorrow, I think, it will only affect a lot of people, and their time is also very precious.”

So that's it. Zhang Zhejie really didn't know about this kind of thing, so he hesitated for a moment and asked: "Then let's just pack up before setting off?"

"That's no problem." Jiang An glanced at the clock on the wall, "My appointment with the college is at ten in the morning, and there are still five or six hours left. We can just take a nap, and when the time is almost up, we can take a shower. Let’s go straight away.”

"I'm going, there are still five or six hours left." Lao Zhang was instantly relieved, "That's absolutely no problem. In this way, I'll go back and take a nap first, and then call me when we set off."

After Zhang Zhejie finished speaking, he took Ruojia directly back to the bedroom upstairs. And Jiang An was not idle either. He picked up the sleepy Lin Xixi and ran to the bedroom, because he could see clearly that Xiao Lin's eyes were almost closed now. If she was allowed to go upstairs by herself, , it is easy to fall.

A few hours later, Jiang An, who had taken a nap, was resurrected with full health and informed Zhang Zhejie. The two packed up everything and drove directly to the academy.

Spring City Animation Academy is a nationally renowned animation industrial park and game industrial park. It has nurtured countless top talents in the industry and also produced many high-quality games and animations. The purpose of Jiang An's visit this time is clear - he has had in-depth communication with the dean of the college and plans to select a group of outstanding students from the college to join their company. What’s even more exciting is that they also plan to set up a branch of Jianghu Company in Spring City.

The atmosphere of such talks is often very serious, because it not only concerns the vital interests of each student, but also has a profound impact on the future development of the college. After a whole day of detailed discussions, Jiang An reached an agreement with the college and generously paid the first six million subsidy.

Although this money is managed by the college, its purpose is exclusive: it can only be used for the construction of the college and the education of students. Regarding the supervision of this fund, Jiang An chose trust. He knows very well that honest people will use their funds wisely without supervision, but for those with evil intentions, even if you keep an eye on them, it is difficult to ensure the rational use of funds.

The dean took the check and shook hands with Jiang An tightly, "Your grandfather really trained an amazing talent. I never thought that I would receive such a subsidy from you."

"The dean has given you the award." Jiang An said with a smile, "By the way, grandpa specifically told me that after the agreement is signed, I must ask you for a painting." The dean was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Your grandpa has an appetite. It’s really not that small. Do you know how much my painting is worth now?”

"Of course I know. Your paintings are worth three million per square foot in the art collection world." Jiang An nodded, "But this is not a matter of money, but my grandfather wants to express his cherishment of your friendship for many years. You have been together for a long time. No, he misses you very much."

The dean was quite moved after hearing this, "Well, since your grandfather has spoken, I will make an exception. Come to the office with me and pick a painting to take away."

Jiang An readily agreed, but did not forget to make a small request, "Dean, you are so generous. However, I have a small request. Can you also draw a picture for Mr. Zhang? He also admires you. "It's been a long time."

As he spoke, he gently pushed Zhang Zhejie next to him. Lao Zhang immediately understood, "Yes, yes, my grandfather often mentions you. You can't be partial!"

"You two are definitely here to rob." The dean sighed helplessly, but his face did not show any boredom, instead he was smiling. He happily suggested: "Okay, I haven't met these two old friends for a long time. How about you two follow me to the office and each choose a painting you like?"

"Great, thank you!" Zhang Zhejie's response was even faster than Jiang An's. The dean added: "Let me make it clear to you first. Although the paintings in my office are all handwritten by me, they all have different values. There are fine works and ordinary exercises. Which one you can choose will be yours. It depends on your eyesight.”

"This is no problem," Zhang Zhejie said confidently to the dean, "I trust my own eyesight very much."

"Okay, then let me see how you two juniors have a vision." The dean said, bringing them into the office. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by the aroma of calligraphy and ink.

There are several large painting jars displayed in the office. These painting jars are different from ordinary decorations. They are not made of ceramics, but are made entirely of copper. They are also engraved with very complex patterns. They look simple and desolate, but also very heavy.

The painting vat is filled with various scrolls, some of which have been framed, but most of them are plain scrolls. The dean pointed to the large copper jars and said: "All my works are in there. You can go and pick out yourselves. But we have agreed that each person can only pick one piece, and how do you put it back after taking it out? Like those two old friends, they took out my paintings and threw them aside after looking at them. Friends should also have a certain tolerance."

"Don't worry, I won't do that." Zhang Zhejie happily ran to the painting vat and started rummaging around eagerly. Although he was anxious, his behavior was very orderly and he did not mess up the scrolls.

In comparison, Jiang An seemed much more calm. He didn't rush to take action, but stood there and searched with his eyes. Finally, he chose the shortest picture in the smallest vat.

When the dean saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a touch of relief in his eyes. Because he knew best that that short scroll was the most valuable among the paintings in the room.

In addition to his carefully drawn pictures, there are also handwritten inscriptions by another calligrapher and a one-time seal printed by the inheritor of the Huishan Stone School. The production process of this kind of seal is extremely exquisite, and it can only be used once, and no other one can be found in the world.

The painting that brought together the three masters was naturally valuable, but he wanted to know why Jiang An could choose this one at a glance.

(End of this chapter)