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

Chapter 240, Interview, Confrontation, Rejection

"Hello, Jiang Zhe. I'm Wei Xinqiao, a sophomore majoring in literature. I'm responsible for writing the campus columns for the school newspaper." The girl approached Jiang Zhe, introduced herself very maturely, and took the initiative to shake hands.

"Hello, senior." When Jiang Zhe shook hands with the other party, he carefully observed the girl's appearance. She had thin eyebrows and lively eyes. She was considered a beauty. Unfortunately, her makeup was too thick and too white, and the fragrance on her body was too strong.

"I'm writing an article for the school newspaper that will report on your award. Would you mind chatting?"

"Sure, sure." Jiang Zhe knew about this matter. Teacher Hu had already explained it to him.

The two of them found a place outside the classroom to sit down and chat.

This scene attracted many boys passing by to look at her with envy and curiosity.

Although Wei Xinqiao behaved very maturely, she was not a professional reporter after all, and when she asked about some topics, her imitation was obvious.

How is your study like on weekdays? What are your feelings about life in school and your experience as an award-winning manager?
Although Jiang Zhe felt quite embarrassed, he was well prepared. He answered according to the script agreed upon with Teacher Hu and tried his best to cooperate with the interview.

Wei Xinqiao finished taking notes and the interview ended.

She seemed to be relieved all of a sudden, and changed her tone to her usual chatty tone: "Student Jiang Zhe, I saw your work at the school art exhibition. At that time, I stood in front of the portrait with several classmates and looked at it for a long time. I heard that you often ask classmates in the school to be models. If you need a model next time, you can consider me. I can do it too."

"Okay, if you need a model, I'll contact you." Jiang Zhe felt that the other party's words were a bit problematic. What do you mean by often asking classmates to be models? It's pure rumor, it's only a few times.

In addition, the system did not give any prompt, indicating that Wei Xinqiao did not meet the requirements.

Jiang Zhe returned to the classroom for class.

At the same time, the president of the Art Association was looking at a document.

After reading it, he called several vice presidents and important personnel of the association to his office.

When the last person entered the room, he picked up the information from the table and passed it around among the people.

When the last person finished reading, the president asked, "How is it? What do you think about this?"

A vice president said: "President, it's a good thing that Jiang Zhe's work was selected by the provincial capital's hall. He also won an award in the United States, which should be included in our field work."

Vice President Qi found it funny. Pretending to be ignorant when one knows the truth, is that interesting?

Although he thought so in his heart, he still said politely: "This matter depends on how you analyze it. In the previous collective creation selection, Jiang Zhe's work was also among the unsuccessful ones.

At this time, another of his works was selected by the provincial capital's synagogue, which should have been a normal thing. "He paused for a moment, then continued: "But I'm afraid that some people will make random analyses and over-interpret this matter. We all understand that painters have different styles, and their works cannot be accepted by everyone. It's normal to be rejected or selected.

I am worried that some people will gossip and compare the choice of the provincial capital's synagogue with ours."

When the president saw Vice President Qi finish speaking, he did not rush to express his opinion. Instead, he looked at the other people who had not spoken and motioned for them to continue.

An executive director said, "Jiang Zhe won the award, should we commend him?"

"This award is not recognized in our country. There are clear standards for the management of awards in our country. There are also requirements for the organizers at the national, provincial, and municipal levels.

Strictly speaking, foreign awards, no matter how well-known they are, do not add points in our domestic ratings." Another vice president made a very serious analysis.

"Concerning the issue Vice President Qi just mentioned, I think we should report this matter first?" a director suggested.

The president said: "Before reporting, let's reach an internal consensus."

He waited until everyone nodded before continuing, "Take a positive attitude towards this matter, but don't read too much into it. Last time when I was commending the artists, I saw that many painters didn't come, including Jiang Zhe. This is human nature. After all, their works were not selected. I understand very well. We should communicate well."

Everyone agreed.

After reaching a consensus, the president began to assign tasks.

After everyone left, he picked up the phone and started reporting...

After listening to the president's report, Minister Zong replied, "Okay, I understand. Let's do it according to your wishes. After all, you are the organizer."

After hearing this, the president knew that this was an attempt to completely shift the blame. However, he had no way to refute it and could only agree.

Minister Zong put down the phone, took a car to the superior department, and prepared to report on his work.

She happened to meet Director Qu's secretary and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Director Lin."

Secretary Lin said, "Minister Zong, please don't be so polite."

After saying hello, Minister Zong went upstairs.

Secretary Lin saw her enter an office and leave without making a sound.

He took some documents and walked into Director Qu's office to make a report.

After approving the last document, Director Qu stood up and walked slowly, saying to his secretary, "When I went to the provincial capital for a meeting yesterday, Ma Ke told me that a painting by our Binhai painter was hung in the provincial capital's auditorium.

Is there any news about the selection of decoration works for our Marina Hall?"

The secretary said, "Director, the selection has ended and the works have been hung. Deputy Director Yu asked you to go and give guidance, but you didn't go because of work arrangements."

"Oh, next time there is a meeting, remind me to take a look if you have a chance. Whose works were selected?" Director Qu asked.

"A landscape painting by Liang Zhuzheng."

"Him? I've seen his paintings, they're pretty good. Ask for details when you have time." The secretary smiled and said, "I'll ask right away."

"Not urgent."

The secretary replied, "Director, I just met Minister Zong from Wenlian. I can ask her directly."

"What is she doing here?" Director Qu stopped what he was doing.

The secretary replied, "She didn't say anything. I saw her go into Gu Chu's office."

Director Qu thought for a moment and said, "Find someone else to find out the situation."

The secretary said, "Would you like to see a batch of calligraphy sent by the Art Association? There are several works that you praised."

Director Qu waved his hand and said, “Choose the ones with suitable size and content and place them in the conference room and reception room.

The secretary took the instructions and left the office.

……

Thursday, in the freshman class studio of the Oil Painting Department.

A classmate played a song by Xu Wei on his mp3 player. The volume of the music was not loud, which made many students feel relaxed while drawing and did not cause any negative interference.

Many students were not fully focused when drawing the anatomical structures, and some were even chatting in low voices.

"...Have you heard that recently the teacher in the design department took on some design work outside, and some students from the design department went to help out and made some money."

"I've heard about that, too. It seems that there is no such thing in our major."

"This kind of thing is always said to sound good. In reality, it may not be the case." Another student explained: "It sounds interesting, and many people like to brag, saying that they can earn their tuition fees by helping teachers with design. But in reality? How many people can do it?

Some senior students go out to find a part-time job to find a job. They don’t earn much money, maybe just a few hundred yuan a month for living expenses.”

This student's words attracted the attention of several people around him, and he said more excitedly: "You can earn tens or hundreds of yuan in your spare time, but it takes up study time. Whether it is a loss or a profit, you have to weigh it yourself."

The student who originally asked the question said, "I think it would be nice to have the opportunity to earn tens or hundreds of dollars. My living expenses have run out this month."

"Me too, my parents haven't sent any money yet."

"I'm always nervous." This student complained, and people around him advised him: "Play fewer games and charge less cards.

"That game is so deceptive."

"I see you've been eating white rice and pickled mustard for several days."

"brother……"

"Hey, don't borrow money from me. I don't have any."

Jiang Zhe knew that apart from drawing, this classmate spent all his time playing games, and he played games that required buying game cards.

No one can persuade others about this.

Fu Min also heard the conversation of her classmates and looked at Jiang Zhe. Being able to make money on her own really gave her a sense of satisfaction. With her classmates as a comparison, this satisfaction was even stronger, and she was even more grateful for Jiang Zhe's help.

Jiang Zhe was tired from painting. When he took a break, he saw another missed call on his phone. The same number had called several times.

Probably the Art Association.

Just as I was about to put down my phone, the number called again.

Jiang Zhe felt that he couldn't keep ignoring the call, so he pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Jiang Zhe." A female voice came from the phone. "I am Zhang Xiyun, the director of the Art Association."

"Hello, Director Zhang." Jiang Zhe greeted politely.

I am calling you with great insolence because I have something to discuss with you. Director Zhang spoke calmly and politely, and he did not get angry because Jiang Zhe did not answer the phone before.

"Don't be so polite. Do you have any instructions?" Jiang Zhe guessed what the other party would say.

"We heard that you won the award and that your work was selected by the provincial capital's synagogue. We would like to congratulate you first. We also want to promote you. If you have time, you can come to the association and we can discuss promotional materials."

Jiang Zhe didn't want to go, so he had to think quickly and find an excuse for himself: "First of all, thank you and the association for your kindness. However, I haven't received the official notice from the provincial capital hall, so I can't be sure now.

In addition, I am a student of the Coastal Academy of the Arts, and my extracurricular time is limited, so many things require the school's consent first.

Regarding the award, I personally do not want to publicize it. After all, this award is not from our domestic competition.”

"You are too modest. No wonder you can create such good works at such a young age." Director Zhang tried to probe Jiang Zhe a few more times, and when he heard that Jiang Zhe really did not want to participate in the promotion, he did not force him.

Jiang Zhe ended the call and called Professor Qin to tell him what happened.

If you don't want to participate in Professor Qin's suggestion, you can simply refuse.

Jiang Zhe said that he did not want any recognition.

(End of this chapter)