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

Chapter 217, embarrassing speech, selection

Wang Zhen turned his gaze from the entrance to Jiang Zhe. "You knew Jin Yuming before?"

Jiang Zhe explained: "You should have seen it. We just met today."

Wang Zhen said: "Why do I feel like he's willing to talk to you?"

Really? Jiang Zhe recalled the scene just now. "I think he is a bit strange. There are indeed some painters with straightforward personalities, but it is rare to see someone as straightforward as this."

Wang Zhen said: "I met him once before. He seemed a bit cold. I wanted to talk to him alone but failed several times."

"I can see that. Your eyeballs are about to pop out." Jiang Zhe said with a smile.

Wang Zhen explained: "It's not what you think. I want to bring him to my gallery."

"Just an agent? No other ideas?" Jiang Zhe teased.

"What are you thinking?" Wang Zhen said, "I think it's possible that he regards you as a competitor. No!"

She herself also felt that her guess was wrong: "Your painting styles are completely different, and your concepts are also different."

At this time, Jiang Zhe saw a bus driving into the parking lot: "No more chatting, my teacher and classmates are here."

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Director Gao’s temporary office.

He held a glass of water and placed it next to Jin Yuming. "I saw you talked to Jiang Zhe just now, what do you think?"

Jin Yuming said in a relaxed tone: "After meeting him just now, I felt that this person was not someone who was difficult to get along with. Instead, he was a bit like a child who had experienced hardships. His views on art were a bit backward."

Director Gao laughed: "Not everyone has your talent, and not everyone has your experience. How many authentic paintings by famous artists has he seen?"

He turned around, took out a paper from a pile of papers and handed it to Jin Yuming.

"I have prepared the speech for you. Take a look. When the meeting starts, you will speak on behalf of the young painters. Read it according to the speech and don't make any changes."

Jin Yuming took the manuscript, said thank you, and lowered his head to look at the manuscript.

The car door opened, and teachers and students from the Art Academy got off the car one after another and lined up. Jiang Zhe stood among the students.

The leading teacher once again emphasized discipline, what should the audience do and what should the participants in the meeting do.

The students who participated in the meeting were only Jiang Zhe and a few graduate students, so he gave them some individual instructions.

Everyone came to the square, waiting for the opening ceremony.

The opening ceremony officially began at 9:00 am.

Jiang Zhe and his classmates came to the left side of the temporary stage and acted as the audience, while the association members were on the right side of the stage. The audience who were invited or came spontaneously were on the opposite side of the stage.

Under the guidance of the host, the guests took turns to speak on stage.

The opening ceremony was very lively, and the process was similar to other art exhibitions, except that the guests were of a higher level.

Jiang Zhe looked around boredly and saw his parents standing in the crowd. He tried to persuade them to come back in the afternoon, but it was of no use.

After the ceremony, the guests began to visit.

All participating authors were asked to stay next to their works. If guests from higher-level departments asked questions, the authors were responsible for explaining.

Jiang Zhe, Teacher Hu and Professor Qin were waiting next to their works. Soon, they saw a few people coming to the central exhibition hall for a visit, surrounded by a crowd.

Unfortunately, these guests were surrounded by the crowd, so even if they had questions, it was not the original author's turn to answer them.

Jiang Zhe even saw that several directors of the association were pushed to the side and could only follow.

Occasionally, he could see through the gaps in the crowd and see Director Zheng among several important guests, but he didn't recognize the other two.

The three of them toured the exhibition at a fairly fast pace, but they looked at each painting very seriously and communicated with each other from time to time.

A group of people quickly walked to the front of Jiang Zhe's work.

Jiang Zhe couldn't hear what the guests were saying.

The group of people continued to move forward, passing by the works of Jiang Zhe and his two companions.

Jiang Zhe saw them walking around the central exhibition hall on the first floor and then going to the second floor.

Many painters in the central exhibition hall are ready to move around freely or take a rest.

Professor Qin said to Jiang Zhe and Teacher Hu, "Let's go to the school's exhibition hall."

Jiang Zhe followed the two back to the exhibition hall of the Art Academy and saw that the teachers and students were already standing in the hall.

Jiang Zhe stood next to his work and looked around. It was obviously more crowded here.

Soon, a group of people surrounded the three guests and entered the exhibition hall. The three guests met the head of the college, chatted with them for a few words, and shook hands with several professors.

Among these three guests, there was an old man with short gray hair, a square face and dark skin.

He saw Jiang Zhe's work depicting the passenger terminal, his gaze paused for a moment, then turned to Jiang Zhe, nodded with a smile, and before Jiang Zhe could respond, he continued to look at other works.

Jiang Zhe didn't know what this person meant either.

When the guests left the exhibition hall, the teachers and students began to relax. Jiang Zhe came to the exhibition hall on the first floor and saw a group of people accompanying the three guests and walking towards the parking lot. They were probably leaving. Jiang Zhe relaxed for more than ten minutes and then received a notice that the Art Association's seminar would start soon and all members had to go to the conference hall.

He followed Teacher Hu to the venue.

The venue was in the main building of the art museum. The conference hall, which could accommodate several hundred people, was packed.

Jiang Zhe, Teacher Hu and a group of members from the Art Academy sat in the back row.

A guest from a higher authority gave an opening speech at the meeting, followed by a speech by the president of the association.

At the end of his speech, he announced that seven works would be selected from this exhibition to decorate several conference halls in the Marina Hall, and three works would be selected to decorate the Marina Hall in the Provincial Capital Hall.

Most members had heard the news in advance to some extent, and today, the news was confirmed.

Jiang Zhe's emotions did not fluctuate. The work had already been presented and he could only wait for the results.

Next, members from different groups took the stage to speak.

After several people of different ages finished reading their scripts, Jin Yuming walked onto the stage.

Holding the manuscript in his hand, he bowed to the people sitting on the podium and in the audience, then he calmly adjusted the frame and the microphone.

"Hello everyone! I am Jin Yuming, a freelance creator. I am honored to have the opportunity to speak at the conference. First of all, I would like to thank the association for its trust and support..."

When Jin Yuming was speaking, the people sitting in a row behind him were all looking at him. Their expressions were the same as before, with eyes revealing kindness, appreciation, or other meanings.

After hearing Jin Yuming's steady speech, people on and off the stage began to lose focus.

Jin Yuming read a few lines from the manuscript, frowned and then relaxed, he lowered his hands, no longer looking at the manuscript, but looking at the audience: "...This exhibition gave me a lot of thoughts.

This somewhat abrupt remark once again attracted a lot of attention from both on and off the stage.

Director Gao's smile froze, and his heart began to hang in the air when he saw Jin Yuming preparing to speak without a script.

"I was born and raised in Binhai and I have a deep feeling for Binhai's artistic atmosphere. Ten years ago, I saw many works of senior painters and was deeply impressed.

However, when I saw the works of these painters at this exhibition, they didn’t seem to be much different from those ten years ago!”

Buzz…the people who were distracted and chatting in the audience were suddenly brought back to their senses.

Many people started discussing...

Everyone thinks that according to common sense, Jin Yuming should have said that he would work hard, get close to life, and create more and better works that can reflect the times. Why did you fire at your own people? The works have not changed, so you can just say it in private, but why did you say it in public?

Some veteran painters were as steady as a rock, but others lost their temper and looked unhappy.

Jiang Zhe saw many people’s reactions, but since no one mentioned themselves, he was just happy to watch the fun.

Jin Yuming continued his speech: "I don't mean to belittle others by saying this. Painting requires innovation and not following the old ways. Many colleagues start by copying, but we cannot just emphasize copying and learning, nor can we imitate others all our lives and even take pride in it.

The theme of this exhibition is to show the changes of the times. Some painters have changed the content, but this kind of innovation has not changed the expression language and style. The shadow of famous artists can be seen. This kind of innovation is not enough, or it can be said that it is trying to please both sides..."

"Hey, Jiang Zhe, he said that as if he was talking about you." Teacher Hu whispered to Jiang Zhe. She had been with her students for a long time and could also make some jokes.

"I think it may be you. Your paintings show the style of Lei Dong." Jiang Zhe joked.

Jin Yuming continued. "Maybe many of my colleagues don't understand some of the abstract paintings I created. I have to admit that my works are not perfect yet.

However, since the 20th century, painters from all over the world have begun to explore new forms and languages, and are unwilling to continue realistic painting. This is worth thinking about.

What I said is just my immature personal thoughts. I welcome your criticism and correction. "

When the speech ended, there was applause from the audience, which was not uniform at all.

Finally, this last sentence was not too outrageous. The host had already cursed it countless times in his heart.

She took the microphone and said, "Thank you, member Jin Yuming, for your speech. Now, please allow Vice President Qi to give his summary."

Vice President Qi calmly took the microphone and in a few words, cleverly interpreted Jin Yuming's speech as the association encouraging everyone to promote each other, learn from each other, and strive to create a healthy and positive atmosphere.

While the embarrassing scene was happening at the Art Association's venue, a vote was taking place in a conference room.

A dozen judges were looking at the slides. The slides showed works from the Fine Arts Association's exhibition. An interpreter was explaining the works.

Next to the judges' seats, there are staff in charge of logistics and a notary public responsible for the openness and fairness of the process.

Each judge held several forms in his hands and gave scores as he looked at them.

When voting is over, the recorder collects the forms and tallies the votes under the supervision of an impartial officer.

The counting results quickly appeared on the screen.

A notary read out the results: "Dear judges, after the first round of voting, the works with inappropriate themes and forms have been screened out. There are two groups, 20 works each, entering the second round of selection. The results are valid.

In the second round of selection, seven and three works need to be selected from the two groups of works respectively.”

The recorder distributed forms to the judges. This time, there were only two forms.

The instructor played the slides again and the judges began to score.

One of the judges looked at the table and said to the person next to him, "There are works by Jiang Zhe in both groups. Do you want to remove one?"

(End of this chapter)