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

Chapter 113, Exhibition Opening, Honor, Help

Jiang Zhe stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his clothes.

Today, he wore a short-sleeved shirt with pants of the same color. The belt and leather shoes were the ones given to him by Sister Liao.

Xu Li came over and looked at her son's outfit, "Do you want to wear a tie?"

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "It's already hot to wear these, I don't want to suffer."

Seeing his parents wearing formal clothes, he advised, "Mom and Dad, it's summer now. Aren't you too hot wearing these clothes?"

Xu Li said, "Today is your first time attending a formal art exhibition. It's such an important event."

Jiang Yi urged: "It's almost time, let's go quickly."

The family of three took a taxi to the art museum.

Outside the entrance of the art museum, large posters of the exhibition were posted and balloons and flowers were placed.

In 2001, the exhibition did not have so many promotional means, but it also tried its best to attract attention.

Jiang Zhe and his parents entered the main entrance, and an employee of Wang Zhen Gallery told Jiang Zhe that he could go directly to the meeting room inside the venue, where members of the Art Society needed to gather first.

Jiang Yi said to Jiang Zhe, "Go ahead and do your work. We'll wait in the yard."

Jiang Zhe agreed, "Let's find a place with shade to rest. There's still some time before the opening. Don't get too tired. Call me if you have anything."

"Go, go." Jiang Yi and his wife felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts as they watched their son walk towards the entrance of the exhibition hall.

Before I knew it, my son had grown up.

After Jiang Zhe signed in at the conference room, the staff gave him a small badge. The badge was made of flowers and the member logo. All members who participated in the exhibition wore this badge.

He also saw the introduction of the exhibition. This exhibition attracted more than 200 people and exhibited more than 300 works.

The conference room was packed with members attending the exhibition. Jiang Zhe found a corner and waited quietly.

When everyone arrived, a staff member in charge of the exhibition scheduling explained the opening ceremony process and what the participating members needed to do.

After the briefing, members will line up at the opening ceremony.

Jiang Zhe followed the crowd out of the meeting room and saw Teacher Yin.

The two adjusted their positions and walked side by side.

Teacher Yin said to Jiang Zhe: "I saw your work. Many people have some opinions about your painting being placed on the first floor. In my opinion, your painting is enough to make them speechless."

Jiang Zhe said, "Thank you for your support. I don't quite understand the discussion you just mentioned. Do I have to go?"

Teacher Yin laughed: "Why do you take it so seriously? You don't need to say anything, just follow and listen. If you are needed to speak, it will be arranged in advance. If you are not notified, you will just be a spectator."

They came to the courtyard of the art gallery.

The venue has been set up in the yard.

The members lined up on the left side of the podium. The orchestra was on the right side of the podium.

The rostrum faces north and south, with the audience seats to the south.

Audiences who were invited or came spontaneously are entering the venue one after another.

At 9 o'clock, the opening ceremony started on time.

The host invited the guests to the stage. The heads of relevant departments and the guests were invited to sit on the stage.

Several guests gave speeches one after another.

Jiang Zhe saw that Sister Liao was also one of the guests on the stage.

Sister Liao seemed to feel Jiang Zhe's gaze.

The two looked at each other.

Today, Sister Liao was dressed very formally, wearing a light-colored suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. These somewhat old-fashioned clothes could not hide her figure and beauty.

She was sitting in a row with some skinny-looking people, and she could no longer be described as standing out from the crowd.

Many eyes in the audience were directed towards Sister Liao.

Jiang Zhe also noticed this phenomenon and felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart. You guys are just here to watch.

When the host introduced the guests, he listened carefully to Sister Liao's position - vice president of the group.

After listening to the brief introduction, Jiang Zhe realized that Sister Liao was not an ordinary person.

This certain group is not an ordinary enterprise, but a fruit company, and one that has very little competition.

Jiang Zhe couldn't help but think of the scene that afternoon.

Although I know that this is not a good time to let my imagination run wild, I still can't help it.

"Jiang Zhe, let's go."

Jiang Zhe came back to his senses and the people next to him reminded him to get ready to take photos with the guests.

The place for taking photos is on the steps in front of the entrance of the art museum.

The front row was where the person in charge and the guests sat. There were so many members that they stood in four rows, serving as the background for the group photo.

Jiang Zhe stood in the third row.

When Jiang Yi and his wife saw their son standing among the crowd, they smiled with joy from ear to ear.

Xu Li said, "Look, how handsome Xiaozhe is over there?"

Jiang Yi was also very happy, but he still patted Xu Li and signaled her to speak more quietly.

After the group photo, the members stood near their own works.

Several leaders of the society will accompany the guests to visit the exhibition first. If any guests have questions about the works, the authors are responsible for answering them.

Jiang Zhe stood between his two works and looked left and right.

Teacher Yin stood not far away, looking helpless. Many people of similar age to Teacher Yin were also like this.

Soon, footsteps and voices were heard.

The president and vice presidents of the Art Society began the tour with the guests.

Jiang Zhe found that the queue of these people during the visit was very interesting.

Several important people were in the center, including Sister Liao. A little further back were other guests. Each guest was accompanied by a special person.

Several staff members of the society were at the outermost edge. Since the guests began to visit, the president, vice president and several staff members of the art association have been explaining the works and the significance of this exhibition to the guests.

When a vice president introduced the cultural significance of the exhibition, someone was beside him to help. "The level of this exhibition is very high. Although we are a local society, it is no problem for these works to be exhibited all over the country."

When Jiang Zhe saw this scene, he couldn't help but guess that according to the exhibition's pre-arrangement, if he wanted to explain the guest's questions, he would probably have to speak to two or three people. Moreover, looking at the situation, he might not be able to get a word in.

The guests walked and stopped, and after looking at more than a dozen works, they soon came to where Jiang Zhe was.

Jiang Zhe discovered that the guests did not ask the painters to explain their works, and he thought he could get away with it, so he often glanced at Sister Liao.

When everyone came close to Jiang Zhe's works, several leaders of the society rushed to introduce them.

The guests looked at Jiang Zhe's work and nodded frequently, but did not speak.

Just as everyone was about to look at the next work, Sister Liao asked the staff: "What does the abstract painting next to this one mean?"

She was asking about Jiang Zhe's twelve drafts.

Before Jiang Zhe could speak, a vice president rushed to say: "This is also Mr. Jiang Zhe's work. This work looks quite abstract, but it records the painter's creative process... and so on.

Jiang Zhe felt strange. Do I have so many mental experiences?
Because of Sister Liao's question, everyone else also stopped.

The president introduced Jiang Zhe to the guests.

After hearing about Jiang Zhe's winning and nomination experiences, the guests took the initiative to shake hands with him and express their congratulations.

This scene made some members feel mixed emotions.

Some people were jealous: "Look at these people, what kind of vision are they? There are so many good paintings but they just stare at Jiang Zhe's works."

“His paintings have no depth.”

"That kind of realistic painting has long been outdated. He is still using something that others gave up 100 years ago."

"Look, most of the people in our association can talk about New Year paintings."

Of course, some people also tease each other. "He paints landscapes, and you paint figures. They are not related. But your work is better than his. No one can compare to the red dot you put on your painting."

Everyone who heard this laughed out loud.

Because the painter who was being ridiculed painted a woman wearing only gauze.

In the meantime, someone suggested taking photos in the exhibition hall.

One guest knew the exhibition hall’s requirements: “The flash light used for taking photos can damage the paintings and change the colors.

A vice president said, "You are an expert. Flash does have an effect on watercolors. But if you stay a little further away, it will be fine."

Then the guests took another group photo in the hall.

Jiang Zhe was also pulled over and a photo was taken.

Soon, another important guest arrived, and reporters from the local TV station also came.

Jiang Zhe watched the guests leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, ordinary audiences also began to enter to visit.

Jiang Zhe stood aside and observed the audience's reaction.

Many people have been commenting on and appreciating Jiang Zhe's works.

No matter what their comments are, Jiang Zhe is very proud.

It gives me a sense of satisfaction that my work can be appreciated by many people.

He saw his parents following the crowd into the exhibition hall and went over to greet them.

Xu Li and Jiang Zhe said, "As soon as we came in, we saw your paintings."

Jiang Zhe said: "Let me take a picture for you."

Jiang Yi said, "I see you are not allowed to take pictures here."

"Let's go take some pictures in the yard."

There were many people visiting. The family of three waited for a while at the entrance of the exhibition hall, found a good position, and asked the staff to take a photo of the family of three.

After taking the photos, Jiang Yi said to Jiang Zhe, "We also want to see the works of other painters."

Jiang Zhe originally wanted to rest outside for a while, but seeing that his parents were so interested, he had no choice but to accompany them to continue the tour.

As the number of visitors increased, they had to follow the crowd and move forward according to the designed route.

Jiang Zhe also noticed that after the heavyweight guests left, other guests left one after another.

Sister Liao stayed and sent a text message to Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe said something to his parents, walked to a secluded place, and met Sister Liao.

Sister Liao looked at Jiang Zhe and said, "You look particularly handsome today."

Jiang Zhe said: "It's the effect of your gift."

The two chatted for a while, and Sister Liao said, "I still have work to do, so I can't stay for long. Don't forget about the racecourse."

"I won't forget."

Jiang Zhe watched Sister Liao leave.

Soon, Wang Zhen came to find Jiang Zhe.

She saw Jiang Zhe and waved to him hurriedly.

Jiang Zhe walked closer to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen said, "I have good news for you. Several clients have taken a fancy to your painting. I will try to negotiate a good price with them."

"Don't be in a hurry, let's talk slowly."

Jiang Zhe had noticed that several gallery people were very active in the exhibition. They kept walking around the exhibition hall, and their purpose was naturally to promote their works.

He opened the system several times and saw that the cursor on the honor progress bar was moving slowly.

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