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

Chapter 119, Chapter 118, Competition Finalists, Reactions from All Sides
When Wang Zhen was really upset, he said to his assistant unhappily, "What's the matter?"

The assistant didn't seem to notice that his boss was in a bad mood. "Boss, the organizing committee of the US IPR Painting Competition has released the shortlist, and Jiang Zhe's work seems to have been shortlisted."

Wang Zhen was still looking at the newspaper, and it took him a moment to react. "Jiang Zhe's work was shortlisted? Did you see it?"

"I took a look, it should be."

Wang Zhen stood up and asked, "Let me see if anyone else has made the cut?"

Her gallery helped a dozen people enter the competition, the more the better.

She and her assistant took their own information and carefully compared it with the list released by the control committee.

The two men's eyes widened red as they searched for the names one by one.

When Wang Zhen saw the familiar English name, he muttered to himself, "Portrait of a Woman, Hai Shui, Jiang Zhe. Is he really shortlisted?!"

She said to her assistant, "Check again to see if there are any other people."

The assistant has already checked and no one else was shortlisted, but he doesn’t dare to disobey the boss, so he has to check again.

The result, of course, was no change.

Wang Zhen looked at Jiang Zhe's name and asked his assistant to confirm again that it was indeed Jiang Zhe who was shortlisted.

While the assistant was secretly complaining, he went to check it out obediently.

Wang Zhen was confused as to whether he was happy or sad. He watched his assistant inquire and then put down the phone.

"Boss, it's confirmed, it's Jiang Zhe, no problem."

Wang Zhen slowly sat down on the chair and stared at the list. It was amazing. He helped more than a dozen people to participate in the competition, but got nothing. But someone who he did not help was shortlisted.

I thought Jiang Zhe would be able to develop with the help of Ning Anchi and Sister Liao. But this matter is definitely not something that these two people can handle.

Does this prove that these two people have good vision, or that Jiang Zhe is strong?
Jiang Zhe is developing so fast, will his gallery still be able to benefit from it in the future?

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?" asked the assistant.

Wang Zhen reacted: "No, I'm just too happy. Before, some people ridiculed Jiang Zhe and us, let's see what they say now."

Boss, do you want to announce the news?"

Wang Zhen said, "No need. Once the competition organizing committee releases the news, someone will know it soon. Let them find out for themselves."

"Please help me make an appointment with a few people." She whispered to the assistant.

After the assistant left, she took the phone, thought again and again, and called several people to inform them of Jiang Zhe's winning the award.

She took a short rest and called Jiang Zhe again.

Jiang Zhe is helping to wash the dishes.

Jiang Yi heard Jiang Zhe's cell phone ringing, and shouted to Jiang Zhe in the kitchen: "Xiao Zhe, your cell phone is ringing."

Xu Li urged him to answer the phone.

Jiang Zhe wiped his hands dry and the ringing had stopped.

He picked up his phone and took a look. The caller ID showed that it was Wang Zhen's number. Soon, the phone rang again.

"Manager Wang, I'm busy right now."

"Hey, why didn't you answer the phone?" Wang Zhen's emotions had calmed down, but he still sounded anxious.

"What's the matter? Why are you so anxious?" Jiang Zhe asked.

"Guess what, good news."

Jiang Zhe teased, "Have you found the mastermind? Did you chop down his front door with an axe?"

Wang Zhen was both angry and amused when hearing this. "Why are you talking about that? I feel sick when I hear these people. What I want to say is much more important than this."

The suspenseful atmosphere she was going to create was gone. She simply didn't wait for Jiang Zhe to ask and directly asked, "Do you remember that you participated in the painting competition in the United States?"

Jiang Zhe said: "Of course I remember, I prepared two works."

"The organizing committee has released the news."

Jiang Zhe's heart also began to lift.

He knew that the system would give him opportunities, but there was no guarantee whether he would succeed.

"Both of your works have been shortlisted," said Wang Zhen.

Jiang Zhe was relieved and said in a calm tone, "Selected? Thank you. I am a little surprised. After all, I don't know the judges."

Wang Zhen said, "Those who don't know the judges and still can be shortlisted, won't those who try their best to gain favor and still can't be shortlisted be so angry that they die?"

Jiang Zhe said: "It would be good news if we could win the prize."

Wang Zhen said: "It's not easy to be shortlisted, and you are still not satisfied?

According to previous practice, each painter usually only has one work shortlisted. It is very rare that two of your works win awards at the same time.

This competition has been held for eight times, and six people from China have won awards.”

Jiang Zhe asked: "When will we know the result?"

“We will know the results in early September.”

Jiang Zhe said: "Thank you, how many people from Binhai are shortlisted?"

Wang Zhen said: "As far as I know, you are the only one. Congratulations again."

Jiang Zhe ended the call, and finally let go of the disgusting thing that had been weighing on his heart. Didn't the person with the pen name Yexiang say that I was scheming? Now, my work was shortlisted in another competition, and I directly responded with facts.

Jiang Zhe was looking forward to the final result of the competition more and more.

He walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

Jiang Yi asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Zhe mentioned that two of his works were shortlisted.

Jiang Yi's eyes lit up: "Which one is higher, this competition or the one in Deguo?"

Xu Li wiped her hands and walked into the living room. "What game?"

Jiang Zhe told his mother what happened, and then explained: "It is difficult to compare the two competitions. They are organized by groups from different countries, and painters from many countries are invited to participate."

After listening to his son's answer, Jiang Yi said with some regret: "It's a pity that this is not a competition recognized by our China.

It would be great if you could win awards at various art exhibitions in the future. "Since his son was admitted to the art college, he has also learned a little about the art industry. Jiang Zhe thought that if there is a chance in the future, he really needs to give it a try.

Xu Li didn't think that far. She was very satisfied with her son's performance, so she discussed with Jiang Yi to celebrate together tomorrow.

Jiang Zhe edited the news of his work being shortlisted into a text message and sent it to people he was close to, and received a wave of blessings one after another.

After 8pm, it finally became quiet.

He returned to his room and began to copy small calligraphy to make up for what he had learned that day.

As he spent more time copying regular script, Jiang Zhe liked this peaceful writing experience more and more. It seemed that if he didn't write for a day, he would feel something was missing. His handwriting was also slowly changing.

……

The office of the Art Society.

Director Lian and the clerk were checking and comparing against a list.

The list in his hand was the list of candidates from the Art Society who were going to participate in the US painting competition. The materials on the table were the shortlist announced by the US IPR Art Competition Organizing Committee.

As soon as Director Lian got the list, he started to do this.

I looked up name after name, but still couldn't find anyone who had been shortlisted by the society.

As he watched the list in his hand almost reach the end, he sighed silently, thinking that he would get nothing again this year.

When he was worrying, his cell phone rang. When he saw it was Wang Zhen calling, he answered it.

"Manager Wang, what's the matter?"

Wang Zhen asked, "Have you seen the list released by the US competition?"

Director Lian said, "I'm watching."

Wang Zhen said, "I have good news for you. Jiang Zhe is among the finalists."

Director Lian was excited: "Really? I haven't seen it yet. If it's true, that would be great."

He held the phone in one hand and patted the clerk with the other hand, pointing to Jiang Zhe's name on the list, signaling the clerk to confirm whether Jiang Zhe was shortlisted.

The clerk quickly checked and soon found Jiang Zhe's name on the shortlist.

He showed the list to Director Lian.

Director Lian glanced at the list. "I saw it, great. Congratulations... yes, yes... congratulations to you."

He put down the phone and said to the clerk, "Check and see if there is any problem."

The clerk looked at the information again: "Yes, it's him."

Director Lian pounded the table with his fist. "If you have hair, you are not bald. Now that you have been shortlisted, you can report to the authorities."

He called the president.

The phone rang for a while before the president answered it.

"President, there is good news. The shortlist for the US painting competition has been announced. Someone from our society has been shortlisted."

“Oh, who’s on the list?”

"Jiang Zhe."

"It's him again." The president was stunned for a moment, then said to Director Lian, "Notify the vice presidents to study this matter tomorrow."

He put down the phone and sat on the sofa thinking for a long time.

Someone from the society wrote an article criticizing Jiang Zhe, but Jiang Zhe never responded. He knew all these things.

As the president, he has found out who is causing all the trouble.

Jiang Zhe didn't react, and he pretended not to see it, thinking that the matter would be over. However, the people who caused trouble also participated in this competition, but none of them made the finals. When the news spreads, this matter will be interesting.

He thought about what to say before calling his boss.

The news that Jiang Zhe's work was shortlisted for the competition spread quickly.

In a studio, a long-haired man stood in front of an easel, holding a brush, and was painting a portrait of a woman.

Sitting on a chair not far away was a woman, acting as Tut.

The woman posed in a seductive pose, her clothes cool.

The long-haired man was painting the toes of the woman in the painting when the phone rang.

The woman took the opportunity to stand up and stretch her limbs. "Hurry up and answer the phone. It's just right. I need to take a break. I'm so tired."

The long-haired man said, "I just sat down for a while and I couldn't hold on any longer."

He put down his paintbrush and picked up his phone to look at it.

"It's Lao Bian's call."

"Take it and listen to what he says."

The long-haired man said, "Lao Bian will stare at you whenever he gets the chance."

The woman replied: "There are many people who like to see me."

The long-haired man signaled the woman not to speak, then pressed the hands-free button.

"Lao Bi, I heard a piece of news. Several of us participated in the painting competition in the United States, but none of us made the finals."

The long-haired Lao Bi was not surprised at all: "It's normal that we go to the United States to compete and they don't recognize us."

Lao Bian continued, "There is one more thing. I think you will not be able to bear it after hearing it."

"what's up?"

Lao Bian said: "Vice President Yang told me that someone from our society has been shortlisted."

"Is there really someone who can make the cut? Who is so lucky?" Lao Bi asked jealously.

"Jiang Zhe, he is shortlisted." Lao Bian said.

Lao Bi’s expression froze.

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