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

Chapter 114, Art Exhibition, Works, and Sudden Good News

Jiang Zhe wiped the sweat off his face and took out his cell phone to check the time.

It's almost 11 o'clock.

He looked up at the courtyard of the art museum. Due to the weather, many visitors had already left, but his parents were still enjoying the cool air in the shade of the trees.

It’s so hot today that I can’t even stand it myself. I can’t let them suffer here.

When Jiang Yi and his wife saw their son coming over, they hurriedly asked, "Xiaozhe, when can you go back?"

Jiang Zhe said, "Mom and Dad, don't wait for me. There is another meeting in the afternoon.

If nothing else, you can go home in the evening."

After the initial excitement of Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Yi passed, they felt a little tired after spending three hours in the art museum.

"Okay, I won't wait for you for lunch."

Xu Li took out a water cup from her bag and handed it to Jiang Zhe: "I see you don't drink water in time. You hold the cup and remember to drink water in time."

Jiang Zhe took the cup of water, walked out of the art gallery with his parents, and hailed a taxi.

He watched the car his parents were riding in go away and returned to the exhibition hall.

A young girl in a white dress and small leather boots approached Jiang Zhe. "Mr. Jiang, I'm Xie Liqing from Xinyu Gallery."

Jiang Zhe looked at the hand extended by the other party, smelled the strong fragrance, and had no choice but to shake hands with the other party.

This morning, several people have come over to say hello.

It was Jiang Zhe's first art exhibition, and several very active local galleries sent people to contact Jiang Zhe secretly. The purpose was obvious, hoping to represent Jiang Zhe's works.

"Hello, Manager Xie."

Xie Liqing straightened his long hair and said, "Just call me Xiao Xie."

Jiang Zhe immediately said, "That won't work."

Although the other party spoke in a very humble manner, unfortunately, her appearance, especially her dress, made Jiang Zhe feel unbearable. Her lips were as red as if she had just been bloodthirsty, and she was wearing small leather boots in such a hot day.

Jiang Zhe looked at the other person, trying hard to resist the urge to get goosebumps.

Fortunately, Wang Zhen appeared in time to help Jiang Zhe block the attack.

Xiao Xie couldn't resist Wang Zhen's gaze and said goodbye and left.

Watching Xiao Xie walk away, Wang Zhen snorted, "These people only know how to use this method."

She looked at Jiang Zhe again. "Don't be fooled. These people may look glamorous on the surface, but they are very messy in private."

As she spoke, she observed Jiang Zhe's eyes and confirmed that the young man was not tempted, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She thought, just based on the attitude of President Ning and Sister Liao towards you, I can't let those people get close to you. If those two knew that something happened here, I can't afford it.

Jiang Zhe didn't know what Wang Zhen was thinking, and he was also complaining in his heart.

Wang Zhen's tactics were no better than those of other galleries. Her assistant was constantly wandering around the exhibition hall, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known what this girl was doing.

Wang Zhen got down to business: "I just met with a few clients, but we didn't agree on the price. Don't worry, just wait a minute."

Jiang Zhe said, "I'm not in a hurry, let's talk slowly."

He chatted with Wang Zhen for a few words, then took his cup of water and went to the courtyard to enjoy the cool air.

After two or three hours, most members could no longer hold on and had already looked for places to rest.

Jiang Zhe opened the system page again and checked the random tasks. In the morning, the cursor on the honor progress bar reached the 98 mark.

He estimated that he would be able to achieve full marks soon.

At the lunch, Jiang Zhe still refused to drink. When he toasted or was toasted, he would just drink to make up for it.

During the afternoon discussion, Jiang Zhe felt drowsy.

By the time the discussion was over, the novelty he had felt at the opening of the exhibition had worn off, and in order not to waste time, he sat in the shade of the museum courtyard, listening to music with headphones, and at the same time, using a small sketchbook to record the images he saw.

People who come to the art museum are either painters or people who like art. It is rare to see people painting in the rest area of ​​the art museum. Even if many people want to do it, they may be embarrassed to show off.

Jiang Zhe doesn't care about other people's opinions at all, he just draws the images that interest him.

It was almost closing time for the day when he found Wang Zhen.

"Manager Wang, do I need to stay here every day?"

Wang Zhen said: "It's better to stay in the art gallery."

That means we can discuss it. Jiang Zhe said, "I see there aren't many people this afternoon, and no one wants to see me, so I won't come tomorrow. If you have anything, please call me."

Wang Zhen saw that Jiang Zhe was not joking, and said helplessly: "I am really impressed, you really don't care about this exhibition?"

Jiang Zhe said with a smile: "I don't have anything to do here."

"Okay, okay, whatever you want. I'll call you if there's anything. You better come over quickly."

"Don't worry." Jiang Zhe returned home just in time for dinner.

When his parents saw him coming back, they happily asked about his afternoon. They went home to rest for a while, and their tiredness disappeared, and they felt happy again.

"Xiaozhe, I have told many relatives and friends and recommended them to go to the art exhibition." Xu Li said.

Jiang Zhe swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Did you say that my works are in the exhibition?"

"Of course, that's a good thing."

Jiang Zhe understood his parents and knew he couldn't stop them, so he had to lower his head and eat.

Take a walk after dinner, and then catch up on today’s learning.

In the evening, he conceived several works again. These works were all prepared for the Equestrian Association, which was the racecourse recommended by Sister Liao.

According to the concept, the size of these works is slightly different from the normal size, and is longer than the whole drawing paper. In several works, he designed several groups of running knights.

In the center of the picture is the knight running in the front, and there are several knights chasing behind.

The contrast between the intensity of light is most obvious in the image of the first knight and his horse, and becomes weaker as the light goes on.

He made a pencil draft and then a color draft, but was in no hurry to make the final draft.

On the second day of the exhibition, Jiang Zhe did not go to the art museum, but stayed in the studio to continue his creation.

He spent a day repeatedly experimenting with the color relationships in the picture.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Wang Zhen called him and told him about the exhibition.

On the third day of the exhibition, Jiang Zhe began to create the first draft for the Equestrian Association in the studio.

Because a lot of preliminary work was done, the process of completing the final draft was very smooth.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Zhe stood in front of the easel, looking at his work.

The knight in the center of the picture is galloping on his horse. The character is carefully portrayed, and the smoke and running speed make the horse's hooves slightly blurred. There are also several knights chasing closely on the track, with different postures.

The whole painting is shrouded in the warm morning light, with harmonious colors and overflowing passion.

Jiang Zhe felt satisfied and sent a text message to Sister Liao.

"Sister Liao, I finished a painting."

Soon, Sister Liao called and asked, "How was the three-day exhibition? Was it a success?"

After she heard what Jiang Zhe did, she laughed happily. After she finished laughing, she said, "On the opening day, many people paid attention to you. You need to adapt slowly. I suggest you read the experiences of some great painters."

Jiang Zhe said: "I can only say that I tried my best."

Sister Liao said: "Take a photo of your work and send it to my email."

The two ended the call. Jiang Zhe took a photo of the work and sent it to Sister Liao's email.

Sister Liao called again and told Jiang Zhe that Mr. Wu liked the work very much and would send someone to pick up the painting, and he didn't have to worry about the rest.

Jiang Zhe put the painting into the painting tube as requested by Sister Liao, and came to the agreed place, where he met a man wearing a racecourse work suit.

After the two recognized their identities, the staff told Jiang Zhe that it was Mr. Wu who asked him to come and pick up the painting.

Jiang Zhe handed the painting to the staff.

The staff member politely said goodbye: "Mr. Jiang. You are welcome to exercise anytime."

That night, Jiang Zhe stayed in the studio and continued to create equestrian-themed works.

Due to the reasons of the art museum, the art society's exhibition can only be scheduled for five days.

The fifth day of the exhibition, which is also the last day.

Jiang Zhe came to the art museum again.

While walking in and out of the venue, I heard some people talking.

So-and-so's paintings have been sold; I heard that so-and-so's paintings have been sold for tens of thousands; so-and-so's paintings may be collected by a certain institution...

During the exhibition, this kind of news is most likely to irritate the members of the Art Society. Jiang Zhe is no exception. After all, everyone has a competitive spirit.

The difference is that he cares more about the rewards of system tasks.

Although Jiang Zhe behaved calmly, some people who were dissatisfied with him, or dissatisfied with his limelight at the opening ceremony, took the opportunity to mock him.

"You are young, and even if you are lucky, the market reaction is very real, and people who collect paintings are not stupid."

"Yes, when people buy paintings, they trust reliable painters more." When some people heard that Jiang Zhe's two paintings had not sold, they began to make sarcastic remarks.

Jiang Zhe saw the people chatting but didn't go up to argue. In this situation, whoever loses his mind first will lose. He believes in the arrangement of the system and believes that where there is interest, there is competition. If there is competition, it is impossible for him to please everyone.

At 4 pm, the exhibition came to an end.

Jiang Zhe has begun to consider whether to put the paintings in the gallery or move them back to his own studio.

He saw Wang Zhen running over hurriedly with an unconcealed smile on his face, and guessed that there must be good news.

Before Jiang Zhe could speak, Wang Zhen rushed to say, "Mr. Jiang, good news. The jury of the BCA painting competition in Germany announced the list of winners, and your painting won the prize."

"Oh, really?" Jiang Zhe's heartbeat quickened. Contrary to what he had expected, the good news came a little unexpectedly.

He told himself to stay calm, stay calm.

He waited for a moment, and tried to ask in a calm tone: "What is the prize?"

"Second prize!" Wang Zhen's voice was clear enough for many people around to hear.

Words with the word "award" instantly touched the nerves of many people. Recently, apart from the art exhibition, the news of the competition that everyone was very concerned about a few days ago attracted the most attention.

Many people immediately began to inquire about the news.

When Jiang Zhe heard that it was the second prize, his original excitement dissipated a little.

"Oh, it's the second prize!" He knew that he was young, inexperienced, and needed to improve his skills, but who wouldn't aim for first place when participating in a competition?
Wang Zhen was not so happy to see Jiang Zhe. "Why do you look like that?"

Jiang Zhe looked at him in a state of confusion: "It's just a second prize."

Wang Zhen’s eyes widened.

　Thanks to fellow book readers for their recommendations and monthly tickets.

　　Thank you for your subscription and support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)