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

Chapter 227, Take it easy and start creating

Jiang Zhe has just finished a watercolor exercise.

This watercolor painting is based on the previous sketch, trying out color combinations.

He looked at the time, which was just after three in the afternoon, so he made a pot of fresh tea and prepared to wait comfortably and leisurely for dinner.

While pouring tea into the cup, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Zhe said, "Come in."

Gu Qian pushed the door open and closed it quietly.

Jiang Zhe hadn't seen Gu Qian since the inspectors left. Seeing her movements at this moment, he guessed what she was saying to him.

"Jiang Zhe, the inspection team and the president have already left. There is something I think I should tell you."

Sure enough. Jiang Zhe asked: "What's the matter? Tell me."

"I heard a piece of news, but I don't know if it's accurate. Don't be angry after you hear it." Gu Qian moved closer and whispered.

"Don't worry, go ahead." Jiang Zhe poured her tea with a relaxed and natural expression.

"It's like this. The person who came to inspect today, after looking at the works of all the creative groups, got furious during a meeting with the president and several others. He was dissatisfied with the progress of the creation and the creative attitudes of some people. He criticized them and even mentioned you by name." Gu Qian's voice became smaller and smaller.

Jiang Zhe's heart sank, but he remained calm and said in a relaxed tone: "Speak boldly, it's okay."

Gu Qian looked into Jiang Zhe's eyes and said, "Tell him that you don't take creation seriously, and you are too young to be selected into the creation team. It's a bit of a joke."

"Anything else?" Jiang Zhe gestured to Gu Qian to drink tea.

Gu Qian picked up the teacup and said, "I heard some colleagues spreading the news, but I only heard part of it. My colleagues said that the president asked for confidentiality and not to tell anyone. But you also know that such news cannot be kept secret. As long as a second person knows it, it will spread quickly. Don't say that I told you."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you when I tell you what I heard during dinner." Jiang Zhe had already started thinking.

Is the news true or false? How should I respond?
If it is fake news, just ignore it. If it is true, what can you do?
Gu Qian said, "Jiang Zhe, from what I've observed, almost every creative team is using their connections to try to contact the judges. Can you also try to get in touch with them? Otherwise, it will be very disadvantageous to you."

Jiang Zhe said: "I was selected for the collective creation because my work was adopted by the Binhai Hall. As for the final result of this collective creation, for me, the hope was slim, so I just try my best."

Gu Qian secretly admired Jiang Zhe for not getting impatient after hearing the bad news. Just now, some painters had already started to curse, and some had quietly left. It was probably possible to guess what they were doing.

In comparison, Jiang Zhe looks more like a mature and steady middle-aged man.

At the same time, she was also worried about Jiang Zhe. If she did nothing at this time, it would be equivalent to passively accepting it.

After spending the past few days together, Gu Qian has some understanding of Jiang Zhe. He looks a little cold on the surface, but he is very sincere. In the association, those who seem enthusiastic are actually fake.

At this time, Jiang Zhe, who seemed calm on the surface, had already begun to think of ways to deal with the situation.

Although I don't know why someone questioned me, I have to consider the worst possibility - I might have to leave the creative team. For me, the consequence might be that the task will be affected and I won't get more rewards. Secondly, my reputation will be affected.

However, with the help of the system, these losses can be made up sooner or later.

He knew that Gu Qian's suggestion was well-intentioned, but he didn't want to ask for help from others for such a small matter, and went to Sister Liao. If he always asked for help from others, what difference would he make from a child who hadn't grown up?
After understanding the interests involved, he also thought of a countermeasure. The system did not release any information, so at this time, instead of thinking about it, it is better to do what needs to be done.

"It's better to give it a try than to do nothing."

Jiang Zhe heard Gu Qian's persuasion and replied, "Thank you for your kindness. Originally, I didn't have much hope. It doesn't matter if I'm not selected. If you still want to watch me paint, start now."

"Now?" Gu Qian was surprised. What kind of heart and nerves are these?

Jiang Zhe said: "Even if I quit in the future, I must finish what I started and produce a work."

Since I was questioned, I just painted according to my own ideas. It was originally just a gesture to solicit opinions, but now, even the gesture is omitted.

He posted several more complete drafts on the wall for easy reference.

These drafts have already solved the modeling and color issues, and now there is no pressure to create the final draft.

Gu Qian saw Jiang Zhe take out several white enamel plates and palettes, as well as large tubes of oil paint, obviously preparing to mix colors.

She admired Jiang Zhe's calmness and decisiveness. After a little thought, she walked over without saying a word and helped prepare the items.

Jiang Zhe estimated the colors he could use today, squeezed several colors onto the palette, picked out the thick oil with a scraper, and started mixing.

Gu Qian helped out and took the initiative to take on some of the work.

While mixing the colors, Jiang Zhe said to Gu Qian, "First, mix the raw brown, then gradually add linseed oil to make it translucent. These are for sketching and outlining, so make more. If the palette is not enough, you can mix it in an enamel tray..."

He taught Gu Qian in detail how to mix transparent and semi-transparent colors. After one or two demonstrations, Gu Qian was able to master it quickly.

The two of them quickly finished the work of mixing the colors.

Jiang Zhe calmed down and stared at the canvas. After a moment, he picked up a special oil painting brush that was more than 50 centimeters long, dipped it in paint, and with the help of a painting stick, he decisively drew a faint horizon line.

Gu Qian helped him hold the palette.

Jiang Zhe dipped the oil brush into the palette twice, started near the horizon, and quickly drew several vertical lines to determine the positions of important images.

He brought a ladder, climbed up a few steps, sat on the top, and began to paint from the clouds in the sky and the mountain breeze in the distance.

The clouds, the layers of the sky, and the outlines of tall and majestic mountains in the distance are all presented one by one.

Jiang Zhe climbed down the ladder, moved it, climbed up, and continued to paint. The city in the distance, the buildings in the middle, the coast in the near distance, and the sea from near to far were gradually outlined.

Gu Qian prepared two palettes.

When the colors on Jiang Zhe's palette run out, she can deliver another one in time.

With Gu Qian's help, Jiang Zhe was like a machine gunner with a reloading operator, or a doctor with a good assistant, and could concentrate on painting. Gu Qian saw another state of Jiang Zhe's painting, with his confident expression and accurate grasp of the shape, which was completely different from the state of his previous draft, making her a little dazzled.

In a short time, the picture had a monochrome line drawing, and the layering and modeling effects had been presented.

Jiang Zhe looked at the picture and felt satisfied. "Let's go, wash our hands and eat."

Arriving at the restaurant, Jiang Zhe discovered that the restaurant, which used to be very lively at this time, was actually a little deserted. The people who were talking loudly were gone, and the people who were dining were eating in silence.

Jiang Zhe and Gu Qian got their food, found a seat, and started eating.

He keenly noticed that the number of people greeting him had decreased significantly.

At the same time, Minister Zong left the office building and did not take the unit's vehicle. Instead, he took a taxi to a club.

The clubhouse looks simple on the outside, but extremely luxurious on the inside.

A waiter led Minister Zong to the top floor.

Pushing open the door of the box, a young woman came out to greet me.

"Sister Zong, thank you for your hard work."

Minister Zong said, "Mr. Jin, sorry for the long wait."

"I'm just an idle person, so it's my duty to wait for you." Director Jin pulled Minister Zong to sit at the dining table by the window.

The private room is a semicircular restaurant with only one large dining table. Sitting in the main seat, you can see the coast and the sunset.

The waiter poured tea and left. Director Jin asked, "Sister Zong, did you go to Linhai Hotel today?"

"More than that, I went to several places."

"Really? It's too hard." Mr. Jin sighed.

"It's all work. Recently, I have several tasks that I have to deal with at the same time." Sister Zong put down her bag, untied the knot in her hair, and let her hair spread out.

"It's you. When someone invites me, I don't have time. I still have to finish some work when I get home at night."

"I know you are tired, so today we have prepared everything you like so you can have a good rest." Director Jin gestured for them to drink tea.

The waiters brought the food and drinks one after another.

Sister Zong took a sip of tea and said, "Don't mention the word 'make up'. I'm getting irritated today."

"Talk to me. Let it out."

At this time, the waiter prepared the red wine and wine glasses. "This bottle of wine is not old enough, but the quality is better. You are an expert, you will know it once you taste it." Director Jin poured wine for Sister Zong.

Sister Zong picked up the cup, smelled the wine, and nodded after a while.

When Mr. Jin saw that all the dishes were ready, he asked his assistant to close the door and stand guard outside.

"This place is very safe."

Minister Zong took a sip of wine and said, "Today, I went to Linhai Hotel and found that the creative team had a lot of problems. Many people's creative direction was wrong and their attitudes were bad, so I reported everything."

"The results of it?"

"The opinions of the senior management of the unit are not the same. Some people want to adjust the candidates, but most people do not agree to adjust them at this time. After all, those people were jointly selected by several departments and cannot be easily replaced.

Next, we will strengthen supervision and make the selection process more stringent.”

"The top management has thought it through very carefully. Do you think there is anything I can do to help?" asked Mr. Jin.

Minister Zong said: "In work, the key is to stay on topic, and procedural information is also very important."

"I understand."

"We are outsiders, so it is not easy for us to interfere. We can only give some suggestions," said Minister Zong.

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk more, Mr. Jin immediately started talking about lighter topics.

Linhai Hotel.

Jiang Zhe was walking in the courtyard to digest his food. Tonight, he didn't want to create, so he asked Gu Qian to go back and rest.

I had just walked a few laps when I received a call from Wang Zhen.

"Jiang Zhe, where are you?"

Jiang Zhe said, "Take a walk in the hotel yard."

Wang Zhen asked, "Didn't you hear any news?"

Jiang Zhe replied: "Is someone dissatisfied with the progress of the creation, or dissatisfied with me personally?"

"You know? From your tone, it seems like you don't care at all?"

Jiang Zhe has completely figured it out: "I will do my best. As for other matters, I don't have the final say."

"Don't be careless, move around quickly." Wang Zhen suggested.

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "Okay, thank you. If I really want to go back, could you please send a car to pick me up?"

(End of this chapter)