Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

Chapter 108, Good News about the Contest Finalists

Jiang Zhe stood at the door of the hotel and watched Sister Liao's car slowly leave.

The conversation we just had was quite full of twists and turns.

Sister Liao rationally analyzed the future of the two and clearly expressed that she did not want to affect Jiang Zhe because of herself, but then she said that she would continue to be a model for Jiang Zhe, which was full of possibilities.

The car disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Zhe turned around and walked back to the compound. When he passed the restaurant door, he could hear the noise inside as well.

He did not stop and went straight back to his room to complete his daily study.

When the accumulation reached the average, he stopped studying, turned off the lights, lay on his back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Jiang Zhe recalled the period from when his college entrance examination results came out to when he was confirmed to be admitted. It seemed that he was still accumulating experience, but he felt a little complacent and lazy inside.

Sister Liao and the others were moving forward, so I couldn't stop.

He thought that he should set another small goal for himself, such as buying a studio or increasing his popularity?

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The third day of the field trip.

Early in the morning, Jiang Zhe got up early to exercise and then washed up.

The hotel conditions are average, and the washing area is on one side of the compound.

He walked through the quiet corridor to the washing area, turned on the faucet, and washed his face with water in his hands.

I felt the coolness of the water on my face and immediately felt refreshed.

As he was wiping his face with a towel, he heard someone calling him.

Jiang Zhe grabbed the towel and turned around to see Wang Zhenzhen preparing to leave in the car.

"Manager Wang, are you ready to go out?"

Wang Zhen stopped and said, "Today, the finalists for the BCA painting competition will be announced. I'll go back and keep an eye on it. If there's any news, I'll let you know as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Jiang Zhe watched Wang Zhen get into the car and leave, thinking that if no one hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten the time when the shortlisted candidates would be announced.

Since the system recommends that you participate in the competition and strictly reviews your works, there is no need to worry.

Today is the last day of the field trip, and many people choose to get up late.

Jiang Zhe ate breakfast alone and continued to go out sketching with his painting box on his back.

With a goal, you will be able to do things calmly and calmly, and will not be disturbed by unexpected events.

He stood outside the village, his sight gradually extending from bottom to top, observing the entire village.

Because the trees blocked his view of the village, he observed it from different locations. After he had a rough idea in mind, he began to describe his impressions of the village in a sketchbook.

In this sketch, Jiang Zhe integrated his observations and imagination to express the simplicity of the village and its integration with nature.

After he finished the sketch, he began to draw the color draft.

At the same time, some members of the Art Society gathered in the hall to drink tea and chat, and some made appointments to go to the nearby market to buy some local specialties to take home.

Teacher Yin and an old friend also came to the hall.

Someone invited him to drink tea: "Old Yin, we will be leaving at noon, take a rest."

Teacher Yin felt that he might not have the chance to chat with these friends after returning home, so he sat down to drink tea. "You guys are talking so excitedly, what's the matter?"

"The finalists for the BCA painting competition in the United States were announced today. Old Yin, did you participate?" Someone poured tea for Teacher Yin. "I heard that the heads of several galleries have rushed back to hear the news."

Teacher Yin looked at the eight people drinking tea at the same table and said, "I didn't participate. Who else here participated?"

Some people felt sorry for Teacher Yin: "Many people participated. Old Yin, if you participated, you should be able to be shortlisted."

Teacher Yin said, "I have bad luck. I always encounter bad luck. I am often eliminated when I participate in domestic art exhibitions. I am even less confident when I participate in foreign exhibitions. By the way, have you seen Jiang Zhe?"

Someone said, "I saw him go out early. Young people are full of energy."

"Did Jiang Zhe participate?" After spending a few days together, many people got to know Jiang Zhe.

By chance, a man with a broad chin passed by.

On the first day Jiang Zhe came to sketch, this guy took the initiative to talk to him. However, he was embarrassed by some mistake. Although he didn't show it, when he heard the discussion, he still stopped and took the initiative to join the topic.

He passed cigarettes to a few smokers and said, "I heard that the number of participants this year is more than in previous years. Even if young people dare to participate, they just want to see the world."

Someone retorted: "Old Che, you can't say that. Maybe he can be shortlisted."

Lao Che tried to lower his chin and said in a pretentious manner, "We have all participated in this competition in previous years and know how difficult it is to be shortlisted, let alone win an award. Of course, what I mean by this is that it is good for young people to see the world."

Everyone around could hear the hidden meaning in Lao Che's words.

Old Yin wanted to speak up for Jiang Zhe, but he didn't know how to refute him.

What Laoche said is the reality.

Most of the painters in the hall have only won some local honors. Once they reach a higher platform, they will show their weakness.

Their real goal in participating in the competition is to be shortlisted.

In the past few years, it was already a matter of great honor for someone to be shortlisted in this competition.

The few people who were drinking tea at the same table didn't really participate in the conversation, because no matter who was shortlisted, they could only envy.

Some people who are good at livening up the atmosphere noticed that this topic might irritate many people, so they immediately tried to change the subject.

Everyone began to discuss what kind of works should be presented for the subsequent report exhibition and which shop should be sent to for framing.

Everyone can participate in this topic and the atmosphere will become lively again.

10:30, and there was still no news about the game.

People in the hall were coming and going.

Some people couldn't wait and went back to pack their luggage; others took their luggage to the lobby and planned to take a car back directly after dinner. Just after 11 o'clock, a small car stopped at the hotel entrance.

Zhou Qi held up his cell phone, got out of the car while talking on the phone, and hurried into the yard.

Someone waited for her to finish the call and approached her to ask, "Boss Zhou is back, do you have any good news?"

While dealing with this, Zhou Qi also made appointments with painters who had collaborated with his gallery.

When the people in the hall found out, they whispered, "Do you think the painter recommended by Mr. Zhou's gallery will be selected?"

Just as they were guessing, another gallery owner brought back new news. The works of two painters, Jian Lu and Yang Dai, promoted by their gallery were shortlisted in the BCA painting competition in Germany.

Coincidentally, both of them were in the hall.

People, familiar or unfamiliar, came over to congratulate the two.

Chairman Cui also came to the hall to congratulate the two.

He was really happy that two members' works were shortlisted, which would make the summary of this quarter look better.

Some people who were sure that their works were not shortlisted, although they were not convinced, still showed the proper demeanor.

Zhou Qi reappeared in the hall. The works she pushed were all defeated, and the news spread. However, she looked calm and unaffected.

Every time there is new news, whether it is true or false, it will cause everyone to discuss it.

There was less and less new information. Many people sighed inwardly, knowing that they were probably not selected again.

President Cui discussed with several people in charge of the Art Society whether they could publish the good news that the members had been shortlisted in the competition in the newspaper.

Lao Che happened to hear these words, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable.

"Wang Zhen hasn't come back yet, and the painters she recommended have all participated in this competition." Someone suggested waiting for the news to be confirmed before discussing the newspaper advertisement.

Lao Che said: "If there was good news, they would have rushed back long ago. They haven't come back yet, so you can imagine the result."

Someone pointed at the entrance of the hall and said, "Speak of the devil, here comes the devil. Wang Zhen is back."

As soon as Wang Zhen came back, he was surrounded by people asking him all kinds of questions.

Chairman Cui heard laughter coming from the crowd surrounding Wang Zhen, and the discussion suddenly increased, and guessed that there was good news.

"Come on, let's go over and ask."

Lao Che and his men followed Chairman Cui and asked, "Guess who will be shortlisted?"

Several people speculated that they might be painters of higher skills.

One of them said to Lao Che in a joking tone: "Among the painters recommended by Wang Zhen, there is the very young Jiang Zhe. I think he paints well, so maybe there is hope."

Lao Che looked at him with a smile: "Do you believe what you said?"

They both laughed out loud at the same time.

However, one piece of news made the smiles on their faces freeze.

"Jiang Zhe? His work was shortlisted? Really?"

After the other person confirmed the news, he had a strange expression and then looked at the old car.

Lao Che's face gradually turned red and he turned and left.

When Chairman Cui heard the news brought by Wang Zhen, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe it.

"It has been confirmed repeatedly." Wang Zhen smiled happily. Although Jiang Zhe's work was shortlisted and his gallery did not contribute much, outsiders did not know about it.

Wang Zhen's Gallery has two works shortlisted.

The other painter was a local celebrity, so those who heard the news were not surprised.

However, the news of Jiang Zhe's nomination really broke the defenses of many people who were not shortlisted. Those who had been able to maintain their composure before were unable to maintain their expressions at this moment.

Some people who have known each other for many years and know each other well were shortlisted. They could find various reasons for themselves, but they really couldn't understand why they were surpassed by a young man who was less than 20 years old.

Some sarcastic and strange remarks were heard in the hall.

At this time, Jiang Zhe had just finished a work and was preparing to return to the hotel.

While I was packing, I received a call from Wang Zhen.

"Manager Wang, what's going on? I'll be back in a minute."

"Jiang Zhe, congratulations, your work "Night Market" has been shortlisted." The voices from Wang Zhen's place were very noisy.

Jiang Zhe's heart beat faster.

He believed in the system's arrangement and also made his best efforts. Therefore, when he heard the news, he couldn't help but feel excited.

He tried to speak in a calm tone: "Thank you, Manager Wang, for your trouble."

"You made it to the finals on your first try. You should celebrate. Where are you now?"

Jiang Zhe said, "I just finished a painting. I'll be back soon."

"Okay, see you later."

Jiang Zhe packed up his tools and returned to the hotel briskly.

Several people who knew Jiang Zhe saw him coming back with his painting box from afar, and came over to greet him with a smile. "Congratulations, Jiang Zhe."

"We've all heard about it. Congratulations."

On the way back to the hotel, Jiang Zhe had adjusted his mood and responded politely to everyone who congratulated him.

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