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

Chapter 213: Slap Yourself in the Face, Jiang Zhe's Luck

Vice President Qi stood at one side of the venue entrance and greeted Director Zheng and the president of the Art Association with a natural and respectful attitude.

Director Gao stood beside the vice president and followed closely behind him to greet the distinguished guest. He bowed his head and looked very humble.

Director Zheng, who was walking in front, said to Vice President Qi, "Old Qi, thank you for your hard work." He also responded to Director Gao's greeting with a smile.

Vice President Qi took the initiative to act as a guide: "Director Zheng, it's great that you can come. We have many problems and need your guidance."

Director Zheng waved his hand: "You guys did all the work, I just came to take a look."

The president of the Art Association, who was half a step behind, said to Vice President Qi: "The director is here to see the layout of the exhibition on behalf of several departments. It also shows the concern of our superiors for us."

Vice President Qi smiled happily, as if he had really heard great news.

He accompanied the president and director and began to inspect the exhibition layout.

Many people who were setting up the exhibition knew the president. Although they did not know Director Zheng, they could tell that his identity was different. Therefore, no matter where the president and the director went, there would be people greeting them warmly.

At this time, Professor Qin learned about Jiang Zhe's experience and rushed over to avoid him being hurt. After finding out the situation, he advised him to leave the exhibition hall temporarily to avoid being hurt.

Wang Zhen saw Director Zheng and others patrolling the exhibition hall, and advised Jiang Zhe to take his works and temporarily take shelter outside the exhibition hall.

Jiang Zhe stared at the people who were patrolling and did not move.

Wang Zhen was afraid that he was young and didn't know the seriousness of the matter, so he continued to persuade him: "Don't make a fuss at this time. It will be embarrassing for everyone and it will be difficult to end. If there is anything, we can talk about it later."

Jiang Zhe nodded without comment and remained motionless.

Director Zheng and his companions walked around the hall, getting closer and closer to Jiang Zhe's position.

Whether it was Director Gao, or the people watching the excitement, or Wang Zhen, Professor Qin and others, seeing that Jiang Zhe did not move, as if he was waiting for Director Zheng and others, their hearts were lifted. Some were worried, while others just wanted to watch the excitement.

Although Director Zheng and his companions did not walk fast, they eventually got close to Jiang Zhe.

Unexpectedly, Director Zheng saw Jiang Zhe and asked with a smile: "Jiang Zhe, are you here to participate in the exhibition or to visit?"

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "Hello, Director Zheng. I'm here to present my work."

Director Zheng took the initiative to shake hands with Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe then greeted the president.

Director Zheng said: "I have seen your work in the newspaper. This is your new work."

Jiang Zhe made way for Director Zheng to see: "This is a recently completed oil painting."

Because of the large size of the painting, Director Zheng stepped back and looked at it: "Is this a painting of a container terminal?"

"Yes, the container terminal." Jiang Zhe responded.

As a few people were looking at the paintings and chatting, more people gathered around.

Director Zheng said as he watched: "Few people show container terminals from this angle."

He said to the president: "I just looked at some works. There are many paintings of people and landscapes, but it is rare to see works that can directly express industry and ports."

The president took up the topic: "Yes, you are right. You can see the problem at a glance."

Vice President Qi suddenly realized: "We have always felt that something is wrong, but we couldn't find the crux of the problem. After listening to you, we finally understood."

At this time, Director Gao's face looked a little bad.

"I don't understand. This is just my layman's opinion. After all, it's up to you to do it." Director Zheng responded to the president and vice president, and then said to Jiang Zhe: "The color of this painting is very good. It doesn't feel cold, but warm and energetic. Such a large painting needs to be hung up for easy viewing. Where do you plan to exhibit it?"

After hearing Director Zheng's last words, many people became nervous and stared at Jiang Zhe intently.

Jiang Zhe said: "There is not enough space in the exhibition hall for our school group, I plan to take the work back..."

Many people's hearts sank.

"However," Jiang Zhe made a turn: "When I was moving the paintings, I met Director Gao, and he asked me to wait and see if he could arrange a seat for me?"

Several people who were thinking about how to smooth things over suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of kindness in their eyes when they looked at Jiang Zhe.

Director Gao had already been racking his brains, and when he heard these words, he suddenly felt relieved as if he had passed the test.

"Really?" Director Zheng looked at the president and vice president and said jokingly, "If there is no space, can you move it to our unit?" The president smiled and replied, "Jiang Zhe's paintings were published in newspapers during the field trip. It has been agreed that they will be exhibited. After the exhibition, you can move the paintings to our unit."

Director Zheng smiled and said, "I'm just talking."

Then, he looked at Vice President Qi and Director Gao.

Director Gao said promptly: "Director, I have already made the adjustment." He pointed to the booth closest to Jiang Zhe's work and said: "This place can be moved out to display this work."

Many people around him had seen him quarrel with Jiang Zhe and had seen how difficult he was. Now seeing his changes and hearing his answer, they couldn't help but want to laugh. However, these people have been in the workplace for many years, and even if they wanted to laugh, they would quietly turn their heads away or hold back.

"The exhibition is your responsibility. I will not give any opinions. You make the decision," said Director Zheng.

He looked at Jiang Zhe and said, "You guys take care of your own business, we'll go check out the arrangements of other groups."

Jiang Zhe and the people around him said goodbye to Director Zheng and his colleagues.

The president and vice president accompanied Director Zheng to continue his inspection.

Director Gao wiped his sweat and pointed to the location he had just mentioned, signaling Jiang Zhe to hang up the work, and then quickly followed the president and vice president.

The onlookers dispersed one after another, and many of them glanced at Jiang Zhe as they left. Some secretly cursed his bad luck, while others speculated about Jiang Zhe's background.

Wang Zhen's eyes turned from Director Zheng's back to Jiang Zhe. "You are really amazing."

Professor Qin also said: "Today's incident was handled a bit rashly. Fortunately, the result is good."

Jiang Zhe said that he would pay more attention to it next time and asked the porters to help hang the works.

Several workers who had experienced Director Gao's power rushed to help Jiang Zhe hang the works.

While hanging the work and adjusting the angle, Professor Qin quietly asked Jiang Zhe: "Do you know Director Zheng?"

Jiang Zhe said: "I have met him once."

Professor Qin thought Jiang Zhe didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He looked at Jiang Zhe's work and said, "This is a great location. By the way, wait a minute, I'll have someone send you the label for the work and you can put it on yourself."

Professor Qin and his colleagues returned to the exhibition hall to arrange their works. Wang Zhen also took the opportunity to ask about the relationship between Jiang Zhe and Director Zheng, and got the same answer.

Fu Min ran over to give Jiang Zhe a label. Lan Xin and several other classmates also ran over when they heard that Jiang Zhe was in trouble.

When they found out that Jiang Zhe had hung his works in the central exhibition hall, envy was written all over their faces.

"I saw you move your work and felt bad for you, but who would have thought that you would find a better location right away."

"That's right, we heard you were in trouble, so we came over to help."

"Luck, pure luck." Jiang Zhe explained with a smile, while filling out the work label and sticking it next to the work.

Fu Min looked at the label and started to complain: "I don't know who designed the label. It only needs to have the work name, author, size and material, but they even put the author's age. Several female teachers are scolding the designer for being crazy."

At this time, a porter climbed up the ladder and adjusted the special lights, and asked Jiang Zhe: "What do you think of the effect?"

Jiang Zhe and Wang Zhen directed the workers to adjust the lights to achieve the best display effect.

He looks at the work from different positions.

The painting is originally large in size, and with a 15cm wide frame, it looks even more impressive. The lighting environment and other factors make it even more eye-catching.

Wang Zhen looked at the work and said, "It works better here. It feels like it was prepared for here."

Jiang Zhe expressed his gratitude to the workers, and returned to the school group exhibition hall with Fu Min and others to check the arrangements for another of his works.

When I returned to the school's exhibition hall, I saw that another of my works had been labeled and hung up.

The exhibition hall still seems crowded, with many works almost squeezed together.

Jiang Zhe thought about it, went outside the venue, bought a few packs of cigarettes, distributed them to the workers who were helping with the porterage, and then stayed at the entrance of the venue waiting.

Soon, he saw the president accompanying Director Zheng away in a car.

Director Gao stood in the parking lot, watched the car leave, then turned and walked towards the venue entrance.

(End of this chapter)