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

Chapter 219, Award, One Million, Shortlist

Jiang Zhe stood on the sidewalk outside the art museum square, watching the cars passing by, occasionally taking out his cell phone to check text messages.

Chen Yan knew that Jiang Zhe's works were on display in the art museum and wanted to come over to help, but Jiang Zhe persuaded her to stay because there were too many people and it would be better to come in the afternoon.

Soon, a taxi stopped near him.

The car door opened, and Chen Yan, with shoulder-length hair and wearing sunglasses, leaned out and waved at Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe held the car door and watched Chen Yan get out.

Today, Chen Yan is wearing a light-colored sportswear decorated with bright geometric patterns, paired with white sneakers, looking youthful.

"You must have been waiting impatiently. Does it look good?" Chen Yan spread her arms proudly when she saw Jiang Zhe looking her up and down.

"It's so beautiful. I don't even want to take you in." Jiang Zhe praised with a smile.

Chen Yan took Jiang Zhe's arm and said, "That won't do. How can I be absent at such an important moment?"

The two walked into the central exhibition hall of the museum. One was tall and handsome, the other was young and beautiful, attracting many people's attention.

After several activities, many painters have known Jiang Zhe. When they pass by, they greet him with a smile. Some of these people like to joke, and some speak steadily, but none of them ignore Chen Yan.

Chen Yan felt very proud to be treated differently from other students.

She had seen Jiang Zhe's work a long time ago. "Quick. Let's take a picture."

They stood on the left side of the work. Chen Yan leaned on Jiang Zhe and asked a classmate to help take a photo.

"Thank you!" Chen Yan took the camera and checked the memory: "Jiang Zhe, do you have another work?"

Jiang Zhe took her to the exhibition hall on the second floor.

At this time, the exhibition hall was very lively. Students who had their works participating in the exhibition invited their parents to visit or take photos.

Fu Min, Mou Xing and others met Chen Yan and greeted her warmly.

Jiang Zhe accompanied Chen Yan to look at all the works in the exhibition, then went shopping. They didn't take a bus home until after dinner.

Sitting in the car, Chen Yan asked Jiang Zhe what his plans were for tomorrow.

Jiang Zhe said, "We have to go to the art museum tomorrow, you can have a good rest and don't have to accompany me."

"Okay, call me if you have anything."

Jiang Zhe made this arrangement because he is going to collect his bonus tomorrow.

The next day, Jiang Zhe came to the art museum first and saw that only a small number of teachers and students had come to the venue.

He turned around and saw that nothing was happening, so his mind was already on receiving the award.

He found time to leave the venue, got the lottery results, and went through various formalities according to the process. Two hours later, when he left the place where he received the prize, there was a full 100 million in his account.

Excluding procedures and various fees, the amount is exactly the same as the system bonus.

He immediately took a taxi back to the studio.

Jiang Zhe sat in the car, trying to calm down his agitated emotions. Although he had already made some money, and the money he just received was not a huge sum, this amount had a different meaning to him.

In his previous life, he worked very hard in his first job after graduation. In the first month, he earned less than 800 yuan. A colleague in the company complained to him, saying that he had 50 yuan in savings, so he went home and did nothing.

Jiang Zhe also complained, but he was more conservative and said that if he had 100 million, he could go home and retire.

Now, the system's annual settlement has earned him one million, which naturally makes him think a lot.

When did your concept of wealth or riches become concrete?
It seems that I heard about the concept of "ten thousand yuan household" when I was in elementary school. When I grew up, I heard that some people who speculated in stocks were called millionaires. After that, the concept of wealth became more and more mysterious and had nothing to do with me.

After working, I found that it would be difficult to earn one million just by accumulating wealth without taking out a loan to buy a house.

After his rebirth, he accumulated nearly two million in wealth in his account within a year.

This amount was unthinkable in my previous life. At the current pace, there will be no problem with my future life, and my sense of security has increased instantly.

He then thought that with the financial support, he would have to sell fewer paintings in the future. But lottery tickets cannot be used frequently, so he could try to find a way to win a prize or a business opportunity.

Jiang Zhe returned to the studio and checked the system. The settlement reward had been received, but the task had not changed.

He made himself a cup of tea, listened to music, and slowly enjoyed the leisurely time.

In a large studio, Jin Yuming was reading a book.

With a bang, the door was pushed open forcefully.

Jin Yuming turned around and saw a young woman with long wavy hair and a women's suit walking in with high heels.

The woman took off her sunglasses and glared at Jin Yuming: "I asked you to go home yesterday, why didn't you come back?"

Jin Yuming stood up and faced the woman: "Sister, I came back from writing yesterday and was a little tired, so I went to sleep."

"Are you afraid to see me?" The woman had an oval face, almond eyes and a raised nose, and looked no worse than any celebrity. However, her cold expression made Jin Yuming feel insecure: "I, what should I feel guilty about?"

The woman snorted, "Don't you know what you did? Who told you to speak so arrogantly at the meeting? You are so bold! Do you know..."

Jin Yuming had a lot of reasons to say, but he was scolded by the woman in a storm and couldn't say a word.

"You're out of words? Where's your courage? You still dare to look down on others with these lousy paintings of yours?"

This sentence provoked Jin Yuming to protest: "What's wrong with my paintings?"

The woman said, "You are still so proud of yourself, right? Do you think those modernist paintings can be successful without anyone's support, operation and support? Dream on!

I can now tell you the consequences of being reckless. Originally, you were on the shortlist.

Now, your work has been eliminated in the first round. Do you think that what you said will not reach other people's ears?"

Jin Yuming asked: "The results are out? Who was selected?"

"Come and take a look. It will make you give up." The woman took out a handwritten list: "You are not in the two sets of works that decorate the hall."

Jin Yuming saw the list and said, "The number of people is different from what was announced."

"It has nothing to do with you. So what? Aren't you noble? Aren't your ideas advanced? Is it useful?" The woman said: "Now that things have come to this, you realize your mistake, right?" Jin Yuming muttered.

"Speak." The woman's voice suddenly became stern.

"I was wrong." Jin Yuming was really afraid of his sister.

The woman warned: "I'll give you one chance. If you mess up again, I'll never care about you again. This studio is also mine. When the time comes, you can go and experience what it's like to be a real freelance painter."

The holidays passed quickly.

On the first weekend of January, Jiang Zhe, Fu Min, Mou Xing and Lan Xin came to Wang Zhen's gallery together.

Their works need to be submitted for competition, and the gallery is responsible for various procedures.

This was the first time that Fu Min and the other two participated in this kind of competition, and they were very curious about every process.

Jiang Zhe took the time to ask Wang Zhen: "Any news about the exhibition results?"

Wang Zhen knew what he was asking.

"I heard that there are already results, but they won't be announced until the closing ceremony."

Jiang Zhe couldn't explain that he still had a system task, so he could only say, "I can't hear the results, and I always feel like something is unfinished."

Wang Zhen said: "The competition for this is too fierce. How many painters are waiting? Don't hold your hopes too high.

The fact of participating in the competition is more important to you. If you can make the finals, it will be a success.”

In the following half month, Jiang Zhe finished his research article early, and during his professional class time, he was able to create his favorite works in the studio.

Because of his study of Manet's works, he painted several small-scale still life paintings and exhibited them in Wang Zhen's gallery.

This batch of styles is simple and bright, and is particularly popular.

Jiang Zhe insisted on his own idea and only exhibited the paintings but did not sell them.

On the last day of the professional course, Jiang Zhe handed in his paper, and everyone had to prepare for the final exam after that.

The professional teacher had just left and Teacher Hu came to find Jiang Zhe.

"The closing meeting of the Art Association's exhibition will be held at the art museum, and the organizing committee specifically requests that you attend."

"You want me to participate? I won an award?" Jiang Zhe guessed that it shouldn't be a bad thing to be named to go.

Teacher Hu said, "I guess, just a guess. Your work may be selected or win an award, but don't hold your hopes too high. Do you hear me?"

"Okay, when?" Jiang Zhe asked.

Teacher Hu took Jiang Zhe and walked towards the parking lot. "Professor Qin and I will go too."

She drove Professor Qin's car and brought Professor Qin and Jiang Zhe to the art museum.

Professor Qin was in the car, telling his guess. Usually, those who were called to participate would receive some reward, perhaps just a certificate, but for students, it would be counted towards their semester grades.

When they arrived at the venue to sign in, the staff assigned seats and Jiang Zhe and Teacher Hu were arranged to sit in the third row of the venue.

After the meeting started, important figures spoke in turn.

Jiang Zhe recognized one of them, the dark-skinned old man, who was the director of a certain unit.

Vice President Qi read out the commendation.

First of all, there are honorary collectives and outstanding organizing units.

The School of Art was awarded the title of Excellent Organizing Unit.

Next, individual awards were presented, divided into Excellence Award and Rookie Award.

Professor Qin won the Excellence Award.

When the rookie awards were announced, Jiang Zhe heard Teacher Hu's name.

He whispered, "Teacher Hu, congratulations."

Teacher Hu was a little excited and his face turned a little red.

Then, Jiang Zhe heard his name.

He is the last on the list.

Following the staff's arrangements, Jiang Zhe followed Teacher Hu and stood in line.

To the sound of the most commonly used award-giving music, a team of people walked up to the conference stage, facing the audience, and lined up in a row.

The person responsible for presenting the award to Jiang Zhe happened to be a dark-skinned old man.

He took the certificate from the staff and handed it to Jiang Zhe. "Congratulations."

"Thank you."

The winners held their certificates in front of them and took photos together.

When they returned to their seats, Jiang Zhe smiled and said to Teacher Hu: "Teacher, let's win the award together. Shouldn't the school commend us?"

Teacher Hu was also very happy, but signaled Jiang Zhe not to speak at this time.

The president gives a summary at the end and announces the most important list.

All the participants were waiting to see whether their works would be hung in the Marina Hall.

The president began to read out the list of selected candidates and the venue became quiet.

After listening to the president read out eight names, Jiang Zhe finally heard his own name.

"Jiang Zhe!"

(End of this chapter)