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

Chapter 109: Shock caused by the shortlisted news, preparations

"A bunch of people in their 40s and 50s can't even be shortlisted, but a kid of 18 or 19 years old is shortlisted first. Tsk tsk, how shameful!" In the corner of the hotel lobby, several members of the Art Society began to sneer after hearing the news that Jiang Zhe was shortlisted in the competition.

"It's because the judges' level is generally not high." someone agreed.

"Do you think we are out of date?" Some people complained to themselves.

A bald man holding a teacup was observing the movements of the people in the hall. He heard the strange words of several people, turned around and reminded them in a joking tone: "Watch your words, do you know why the president doesn't like you? You speak uncivilized and do not work with spirit."

"Not spirited" has another meaning in the local dialect - stupid.

As soon as Jiang Zhe entered the hotel compound, he was stopped by several people who came to congratulate him.

He responded politely to those who came to congratulate him.

Wang Zhen had been waiting nearby, and took the time to say to Jiang Zhe: "The society wants to publicize this matter, this is a good opportunity."

Jiang Zhe said, "Okay, let's talk about it later." He took the opportunity to walk out of the crowd and turned to walk towards his room. If he went to the hall at this time, he would probably have to spend time socializing again.

Wang Zhen caught up and asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Zhe said as he walked: "Go back and pack your things."

Wang Zhen was helpless: "You are really generous. Chairman Cui still wants to chat with you."

"Okay, I'll pack my luggage and go over. Things have to be done one by one."

Jiang Zhe packed his luggage in an orderly manner.

At this moment, he was able to deal with this matter calmly. There would be similar things in the future, so he had to learn to face them correctly.

He also took the opportunity to check the system.

From the time Wang Zhen called him, up to now, the cursor on the honor progress bar of the random task has been crossing the scales one by one, and has reached 57. The accumulation of two hours is more than the accumulation of the previous two days.

Before, even though he hadn't been to the hall, he could guess that it was impossible for everyone to say good things about him, and the system progress bar might reflect people's true thoughts.

He estimated that at the current rate of progress, the progress bar should reach full marks by the time of the exhibition report.

He came to the hall carrying his luggage and painting box.

In the past two days, people who have known Jiang Zhe have come to congratulate him. Even though there are many people coming to congratulate him, Jiang Zhe tries to handle it calmly.

Wang Zhen accompanied Chairman Cui to see Jiang Zhe.

Chairman Cui shook hands with Jiang Zhe and said, "Jiang Zhe, congratulations first. This is your first time participating in a competition of this level and you have made the finals. This is a rare situation. When you go back, prepare a work well. We will ask newspapers and TV stations to report on our exhibition."

Jiang Zhe said: "I will prepare seriously."

Because there were limited places for the exhibition and many people wanted to attend, Chairman Cui did not need to personally invite people to the exhibition.

However, Jiang Zhe's situation has changed.

The Art Society needed people with achievements to participate in the exhibition, not Jiang Zhe who needed the Art Society. So, he immediately issued a formal invitation.

It's lunch time and people are entering the restaurant one after another.

Jiang Zhe got some free time, came to the dining table and saw Teacher Yin.

Teacher Yin smiled and said to Jiang Zhe: "Congratulations, this time, you really surpassed me."

Jiang Zhe said: "Please don't say that. It makes me feel ashamed."

Teacher Yin said: "Don't be modest. I am not a petty person. It is normal for students to surpass their teachers. If each generation is inferior to the previous one, wouldn't it be a step backwards?

If you want to be a painter, you must be brave enough to produce your works and let more people see them, and don’t worry about being criticized. I didn’t understand this until I was 50.”

Jiang Zhe realized that Teacher Yin was sincere in giving him advice and quickly expressed his gratitude.

Lunch was the last gathering of this event. The meal was a little more sumptuous than the previous ones.

Jiang Zhe doesn't like eating wild vegetables. He likes the taro, sweet potatoes, pickles and multi-grain porridge here the most.

Some people who like to drink also bring their own drinks during lunch time and have a drink with friends.

Jiang Zhe also heard that someone made an appointment to have a drink together in the evening.

Many people who wanted to get to know Jiang Zhe but had not found a suitable opportunity before took the opportunity to come over and say a few words during the meal.

The wide-chinned Lao Che had adjusted his mood and followed his friends over. He greeted Teacher Yin first, and then talked to Jiang Zhe in a familiar way.

Seeing his behavior, Jiang Zhe had no choice but to put down the taro in his hand and listen to what he said.

Lao Che clinked his wine glass against Jiang Zhe's teacup.

"Brother, I didn't know your level before, so please don't be offended by my words. After knowing each other for a long time, you will know that I, Lao Che, admire capable people the most. I'll toast you a glass, please do as you please."

He drank the wine in his glass, and then said, "I have set up a training class myself. If you have time, come to my place for classes, and we will settle the bill at the market price."

Jiang Zhe declined the invitation on the grounds that he was still a student.

After Lao Che left, Teacher Yin whispered to Jiang Zhe, "Don't listen to him. I gave him a few lessons, but he still hasn't paid me."

Jiang Zhe was speechless.

It turns out that Teacher Yin has also been tricked.

What’s even more interesting is that neither of them showed any signs of conflict.

It was not until he got on the bus that Jiang Zhe finally calmed down.

Wang Zhen still arranged a minibus.

Teacher Yin and several older painters fell asleep soon after getting on the bus.

Jiang Zhe felt his phone vibrate and took it out to take a look.

Sister Liao sent a text message: I heard that your work was shortlisted in the competition. I'm so happy for you. I'm out of town and can't go back to congratulate you. Sorry, I will make it up to you when I get back.

Jiang Zhe smiled and replied with a text message: I'll be looking forward to it. Seeing that Sister Liao didn't respond, he put away his phone, pretending to close his eyes and rest, but actually opened the system.

The cursor of the honor progress bar has passed the 60 mark.

In order to get more rewards after completing the task, he began to think about what kind of works to prepare for the exhibition.

After much thought, I decided that watercolor was my most confident skill. Many local painters are good at watercolor and gouache. I had to think hard about how to stand out in the exhibition.

He also remembered that there was a reward in the system that had not yet been redeemed - the opportunity to watch a master painting.

However, after careful consideration, he ultimately did not take advantage of the precious opportunity.

At this moment, my condition is not good enough, which may affect my learning results and waste precious opportunities.

The car soon arrived downstairs of the gallery and the members left one after another.

Wang Zhen took Jiang Zhe to the gallery.

"I'll ask someone to take a photo of you for publicity purposes."

Jiang Zhe could understand Wang Zhen's approach and cooperated with the photographer to take several sets of photos of his creative works and visits to art exhibitions.

After the photo shoot, Wang Zhen asked Jiang Zhe to contact her directly after he finished the work for the exhibition. She would send someone or a car to help Jiang Zhe deliver the work to the exhibition.

Jiang Zhe returned home, opened the door, and heard his parents talking.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back."

Xiao Ka ran over when he heard the door open. When he saw Jiang Zhe coming in, he pounced on him, put his two front paws on Jiang Zhe's pants, and wagged his tail wildly.

Jiang Zhe put down what he was holding and patted Xiao Ka on the head.

Jiang Yi and his wife walked out together. "Did you have a smooth journey?" "Are you hungry?"

In their eyes, this was the first time their son had been away from home for three days to live in another place since he was a child. They were relieved only when they saw their son coming back.

Jiang Zhe took out two bags from his gift bag. "Mom and Dad, I bought some dried shrimps and dried shrimps. There aren't many local specialties in this season."

"No need to buy anything. Just go wash up."

Jiang Zhe agreed and put all his clothes into the washing machine to wash them.

After washing up, he came to the living room, ate some fruit and told his parents about his field trip experience.

"Really? You participated in the competition and were selected as a finalist?"

"Oh, this is good." Jiang Yi and his wife were particularly concerned about their son's award.

Before Jiang Zhe entered his senior year of high school, he had almost no experience of receiving honors, and Jiang Yi and his wife could only envy other people's children.

Now, Jiang Zhe has received the honor for the second time, and as parents, we are particularly happy.

"Will I win the prize? When will I know the news?"

Jiang Zhe explained the situation of the competition, and then said: "At present, there is no more news. I am not very sure about winning the prize."

Even though there was a systematic arrangement, he didn't want to make too many promises.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to stay in the studio for the next two days."

"Why are you going to the studio again after just coming back?" Xu Li asked.

Jiang Zhe explained: "The Art Society is going to hold a report exhibition. Because I have experience in being a finalist in a competition, they invited me to participate. I followed the Art Society to collect folk songs, and I was embarrassed to refuse."

Jiang Yi said: "This is a good thing. Where will the exhibition be held?"

Jiang Zhe said, "In the old art gallery."

"Wow, the standard of this art exhibition is quite high." Jiang Yi talked about his understanding of the art museum.

“When the museum was first built, it was a memorial hall for a painter, and later it was changed into a museum. Now, Binhai has a bigger exhibition hall, but the status of the old museum remains unchanged.

Oh, by the way, will the exhibition be open to the public? Your mom and I will go take a look."

Jiang Zhe said: "This exhibition will definitely be shown to the public, otherwise it will be meaningless. I will tell you when I have accurate information."

Jiang Yi said, "Since you need to prepare the work, then go ahead and get busy."

"No hurry, I'll go tomorrow."

……

Jiang Zhe was not in a hurry to start creating.

He returned to his room, flipped through the materials in his hands, and considered the direction of his creation.

During the field trip, he saw the works of members of the Art Society. Whether it was a very delicate realistic style or a distorted and exaggerated subjective creation, there were people who devoted themselves to studying them.

If you want your work to stand out, it must have its own characteristics.

He imported the photos he took in Arashiyama Village into his computer and looked through them one by one.

While looking at the photos, he recalled his impressions of Arashiyama Village.

After thinking about it for an afternoon, he came up with a few ideas.

The next day, Jiang Zhe had breakfast and came to the studio.

According to his idea, he cut out several sheets of 16-page watercolor paper and began to experiment with colors for formal creation.

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