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

Chapter 198: Influence expansion, envy, insincerity

On Saturday morning, Jiang Zhe sent Chen Yan to the bus.

Chen Yan found an empty seat and sat down, reluctantly waving goodbye to Jiang Zhe. Her parents called her to go home for the weekend, so she had no choice but to go back.

Jiang Zhe watched the bus leave the station, returned to the studio, and laid out his watercolor tools and several sheets of quartet watercolor paper.

He opened his sketchbook and looked through the sketches he had drawn in Shanghai, which included city street scenes, people, and some life scenes.

He found a painting of a restaurant scene and used it as a reference, then began sketching on watercolor paper.

Today I have plenty of time to turn some sketches and memories into color drafts. The accumulation of these materials will provide rich content for oil painting creation.

When creating, Jiang Zhe does not stick to the shape of sketches, but combines memories to express his feelings.

Jiang Zhe continued his creation until the afternoon, and there were already four watercolor paintings on his workbench.

At the same time, in the girls' dormitory of Binhai Academy of Arts, Lan Xin was reading a book.

Yu Jing pushed the door and walked into the dormitory, threw her backpack on her desk, then dragged a stool over and sat down next to Lan Xin.

"Hey, Lan Xin, do you know what happened to Jiang Zhe recently?"

Lan Xin put the book down and looked at Yu Jing. She hadn't seen Jiang Zhe for a few days. "What are you talking about?"

"Guess."

Lan Xin knew Yu Jing, so she pretended to continue reading and said, "No guessing."

Yu Jing had no choice but to solve the mystery herself: "One of his paintings was sold for 29 yuan at an auction."

Lan Xin turned around and looked at Yu Jing in disbelief.

Yu Jing nodded heavily at Lan Xin.

The two girls in the same dormitory had been listening to the whispers with their ears perked up, and at this moment, they could not help themselves.

"real or fake?"

"Did you hear me right? 29, that's more than many painters."

"Absolutely correct." Yu Jing insisted on her information.

Lan Xin was shocked. Was the gap between her and Jiang Zhe so big?
After she sent her work to the gallery, she kept in touch with Wang Zhen, and she had already sold a fine-brush painting for 600 yuan. She was originally proud of it, but compared with the price of Jiang Zhe's work, it was not even a fraction of it.

"I know that some of my classmates in school sell paintings, but I never thought the profits would be so high." In art academies, whose works are sold, what tasks they receive, and how much money they earn are common topics, and unreliable rumors have also been born.

When Yu Jing was talking to the other two students, she noticed that Lan Xin was distracted, so she waved her hand in front of her eyes and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I think he is really amazing." Lan Xin responded.

"You are also very good. But..." Yu Jing approached Lan Xin and asked, "Are you thinking about him?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"You still don't admit it." Seeing her expression, Yu Jing became more certain of her guess.

Lan Xin took a portion of pastries every day. After a long time, it was inevitable that people would find out.

"I can tell you, this person is indeed very good, but he is very scheming and has a lot of experience." Yu Jing reminded: "You can't control him."

"What are you thinking? Why would I manipulate him?" Lan Xin continued to deny. "He introduced me to the gallery, so we got in touch."

"Hmph, do you believe what you said? When I mentioned him just now, the look in your eyes was different." Yu Jing looked like an emotional expert.

"What you said is too harsh."

"Did I say something unpleasant?" Yu Jing leaned closer, her voice getting deeper: "I'm absolutely right. He gave you fresh milk cakes and you went to get them every day. This trick is really powerful.

Think about it, when people are hungry, fresh milk and cakes can fill your stomach and make you feel happy. Every time you enjoy them, you will think about who gave them to you.

She slowed down her speech. "Just think about it. A cake and some fresh milk can make you think about it every day for a month. What kind of trick is this? It hits the nail on the head and is very easy to use. Anyway, I've never seen this trick before. It's much better than other boys giving flowers and MP3s."

Lan Xin stopped Yu Jing's analysis. She had to admit that Yu Jing was partly right. Whenever she was hungry and ate fresh milk cakes, she would think of Jiang Zhe.

Although he kept reminding himself not to have any more thoughts, how could he hold back?

The day before yesterday, I received the first payment for the painting. As usual, I didn't spend it, and I'm thinking about what gift to give to Jiang Zhe.

Seeing that she was distracted again, Yu Jing hurriedly reminded her: "Don't think about him."

"I'm thinking about next week's classes."

In the dance studio, Yuan Xiaohan was doing warm-up exercises. Tao Lin quietly walked over to the side and whispered while stretching her legs: "I heard that Jiang Zhe's oil painting of you sold for hundreds of thousands of yuan? Is it true?"

Yuan Xiaohan already knew the exact news and said, "It's not that exaggerated. It seems to be 29."

"I thought they were bragging. This price is already very high." Tao Lin was very envious.

Yuan Xiaohan also knew that because of the painting, some people were asking who the model was, which made her feel a little proud. However, this influence has not yet played a real role.

Tao Lin changed her posture and continued to ask: "Can you tell me the details?"

Yuan Xiaohan said: "I only know the auction results. I don't know too many details."

Tao Lin said: "Xiao Han, your method should work. Tell me, should I become a model too?"

Yuan Xiaohan couldn't bear to ruin her classmates' dreams.

The news of the auction of Jiang Zhe's works spread more and more widely. Some people said it was good, while others were dissatisfied.

In a hotel located halfway up a mountain, in a spacious private room, more than a dozen people sat around a large round table, toasting each other.

Bi Puguang was sitting in the main seat, chatting with the fat man next to him, each holding a glass of wine.

"Fatty, your painting is really good, but it's a pity that the people depicted are too poor. Think about it, how could the organizing committee allow such a painting to win the award?" This kind of words of criticism but actually praise made Fatty feel much better. He clinked glasses with Bi Puguang again: "You are the same, your paintings are not something that ordinary people can understand." The two found common ground and drank the wine in their glasses.

Other people at the table were having similar conversations.

There are more than a dozen people who failed in the provincial art annual exhibition. They got together to encourage each other.

You said my painting was good, and I said your painting was better. As for why I lost, it was of course because the level of the judges was generally not high. The works of these friends were of too high a level, so high that they were not suitable for winning awards.

Lao Bian sat opposite Bi Puguang. He was half drunk and leaned back in his chair.

The cell phone rang and the person next to him reminded him.

Lao Bian's dry bark-like face and sparse goatee moved, and he squinted his eyes and pressed the answer button.

"Hey~ Who's that? Ah, I'm drinking."

The people who were waiting to drink nearby saw Lao Bian's eyes, which had been narrowed into slits, suddenly widen.

"How much? 29."

The surroundings became a little quieter. This number could really touch the losers at that moment.

“…Okay, I got it.” Lao Bian hung up the phone.

"What's wrong? What's 29?" Several people around asked. Because someone passed the message, in a short time, everyone in the box looked at Lao Bian.

Lao Bian was shocked by the news. Although he was drunk, he deliberately kept it a secret: "The director has notified you~" He said in a pretentious tone: "Everyone in the society, please fill out the form for your personal honor as soon as possible. Didn't you receive it?"

"Who asked you this!"

"We understand. I guess we'll have to write another summary soon."

"What about the 29 you just mentioned?" everyone asked.

Lao Bian said, "The work of a member of our society was sold for 29 at the Times Auction. Can you guess who it was?"

"Who has this good news?"

"Yang*Shan?" "Wu*Feng?"...

They guessed a few people, all of whom were Binhai painters who had won national awards and whose works had been sold at high prices.

"Neither of them, it's that student——Jiang Zhe!"

Lao Bian's answer was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone.

"Why is it him?"

"Why?" "There must be something fishy!" Everyone reacted.

"Isn't that right? I heard that his award-winning painting was not sold and has been taken back to the gallery." Some people are also paying attention to Wang Zhen's gallery.

Lao Bian said: "You heard it wrong. What is being auctioned is an oil painting, it seems ~." He didn't know the details.

Fortunately, someone took over: "I remember now. I think I heard someone say that Jiang Zhe was a student at the Academy of Arts. So, he participated in a joint exhibition of college students' paintings and calligraphy with an oil painting and won a prize."

"Fuck!" The fat man slammed the table and said, "Can something of the quality of a college student joint exhibition be auctioned? Then our painting will be worth at least one million."

"Yes, I'm not bragging, we don't have the opportunity to participate, otherwise, what would these people have to do?" Someone took the lead and others began to complain.

Bi Puguang's face turned red and white. "Maybe Wang Zhen is behind this. I heard that she went to Shanghai a lot recently. I think she was here for this matter."

After hearing this, the others were still complaining, but they were already thinking in their hearts how to contact Wang Zhen as soon as possible.

“Not necessarily. It’s possible that the Art Academy or our society is operating to create new stars and demonstrate work achievements.” Someone proposed a new idea.

"There are so many people in the school and society, why are they supporting him?"

"Is there any need to ask? It can bring benefits."

The more a group of people talk, the more off-topic they become...

After the banquet, Bi Puguang, his girlfriend and Lao Bian walked towards the parking lot together.

"Lao Bian, can you find any problem with Wang Zhen and Jiang Zhe?"

Lao Bian sneered: “I don’t know.

I think we don’t need to do anything at this time. Opportunities will appear on their own.”

"What do you mean? Is there anyone else who is dissatisfied with him?"
Lao Bian shook his head: "It's fame and fortune. Everyone likes fame and fortune, but once you lose control of them, you will be bitten back.

Just think about it, if one piece of work sells for a lot of money, how many people will be interested in him? Do we still need to make a move?

When he can't balance, we just go with the flow."

Several people said goodbye in the parking lot.

Bi Puguang got in his car and his girlfriend drove.

The girlfriend started the car: "Lao Bi. I think Lao Bian is particularly bad."

"I know." Bi Puguang closed his eyes.

His girlfriend said as she steered the wheel: "Half of the people at the party today are considering contacting Wang Zhen.

Don’t offend Jiang Zhe. You don’t understand how this thing works, and you don’t know his connections. Don’t offend people easily.”

Bi Puguang remained silent.

(End of this chapter)