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

Chapter 309: Response to the News, Ceremony

Professor Qin was very happy about Jiang Zhe's good news, so they talked on the phone for a little longer.

After the call ended, Jiang Zhe saw that there were several missed calls on his phone.

When he was hesitating about which number to dial first, Wang Zhen called again.

"Jiang Zhe, have you heard the good news?"

"Thank you, I heard you." Jiang Zhe replied.

"Congratulations, this is a huge victory. Your works have been collected by the Provincial Art Museum. You have established your own brand in the province." Wang Zhen was very happy.

She watched Jiang Zhe grow from an unknown person step by step. She felt involved in every step of Jiang Zhe's success. Although they did not sign a contract for various reasons, the cooperation was also a huge help to her gallery.

On the phone, she told Jiang Zhe which friends he should thank next and how to make the best use of this good news.

Jiang Zhe agreed to all of them.

After Wang Zhen, several other familiar people called to congratulate him.

After answering several phone calls in succession, Jiang Zhe finally had some quiet time.

When he calmed down, he began to reflect on the factors that led to his victory.

First of all, although my work has not reached the level of a masterpiece, thanks to my daily accumulation and on-site performance, it should be recognized by some people. It can be seen that good works can impress the audience.

Secondly, was there anyone who helped? Some judges and most of the audience should have voted for me. In addition, were those who opposed my work being selected and recommended other candidates also working?

My victory means that their operation has failed. Is it possible that Sister Liao or someone else is helping me secretly?

Jiang Zhe sent a text message to Sister Liao using his mobile phone.

A few minutes later, I received a reply from Sister Liao.

Jiang Zhe smiled after reading the text message.

When the results of the competition were announced, some were happy and some were sad. It is always slower to announce bad news than good news.

While Jiang Zhe was celebrating, other people who participated in the competition also received the news one after another.

Inside Zong Liang’s car.

Lin Yi's face was very ugly. When she heard the news of losing the election, her mind went blank. Then, anger gradually accumulated. How could she lose to that boy after giving so much? !

The mixed emotions of regret, depression, unwillingness to accept, etc. have almost made her lose control.

She barely controlled her emotions and glanced through the rearview mirror at Zong Liang who was sitting in the back seat.

Zong Liang's face looked even uglier, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

No one answered for a long time, so I continued to call. Still no one answered.

I called for the third time and finally the call was connected.

"Mr. Tong, do you have time tonight?" Zong Liang asked in a humble tone.

Lin Yi pricked up her ears and vaguely heard a playful voice coming from the phone: "...things...I can't do anything about it...it's in front of everyone...please understand..."

Zong Liang wanted to say something, but the other party hung up the phone.

He sent a few more text messages.

Lin Yi saw it all and guessed the result from Zong Liang's increasingly dark face.

She knew that if she asked the question at this time, she would most likely be scolded. After waiting for a while, she could no longer bear it and turned back to ask, "Teacher, is there any room for redemption? Should we..."

Zong Liang raised his head and glanced at Lin Yi. The emotion in his eyes made Lin Yi shut up. In the past, he rarely looked at this proud student with a stern or reprimanding look. However, this time he really couldn't help it. If it wasn't for this student's incompetence, how could his efforts have been in vain and embarrassing!
"It's useless, let's talk about it when we get back." He said to Lin Yi, suppressing his anger.

……

In the evening, Jiang Zhe came to a restaurant not far from the hotel.

Soon, Sister Liao, wearing a long skirt, appeared at the door of the private room.

Jiang Zhe smiled and said, "Sister Liao, you are dressed so beautifully today."

Sister Liao was radiant: "I prepared this especially for you to celebrate your work being collected by the Provincial Art Museum."

"Thank you."

After a pleasant dinner, the two went to the lakeside park for a walk again.

Jiang Zhe came to this park for the third time, and his mood was completely different from the previous two times. Here, he felt no pressure at all, and coupled with the joy brought by the good news, everything seemed comfortable to him, and even the fresh air by the lake had a slight sweetness.

When there was no one around who could hear their conversation, Jiang Zhe asked, "I saw you went to the competition. Did you help during the judging process?"

Sister Liao chuckled: "It's not really helping. I just expressed my concerns about the fairness of the evaluation at the right time. Many people think that the fairness of the selection should be guaranteed.

Of course, under relatively fair conditions, if your work is not recognized by the majority, I can do nothing about it." She knew what Jiang Zhe was thinking. "Don't think too much. The fact that Director Li and others recognized you is enough to prove your level. In addition, I also saw the reaction of the audience. You can't fake it."

Jiang Zhe said: "Thank you, if it weren't for your help, maybe the result would be different."

"Again, I can only try to ensure relative fairness."

……

"It's not fair at all. What do those audiences know? They only know who draws more accurately... This kind of aesthetic awareness is hundreds of years behind others..." Zong Liang was furious in his study.

His wife was startled by the noise and came over quietly to check the situation, but was glared at and sent away.

Zong Liang finished complaining to his friend over the phone, then took a sip of herbal tea to try to suppress his fever.

Although he was angry in his heart, he did not neglect the ways of the world.

He dialed another number, his words full of respect.

After the call ended, he was thinking about the next plan when another call came in. He picked up the phone and said impatiently, "What's the matter? ... I don't have time... Let's talk later."

After that, hang up the phone.

The person who was rejected on the other end of the phone was a charming woman. Her face was as if covered with a layer of dust.

I called back again, but the call was hung up.

Bang - the phone fell on the table. The woman's eyes showed determination.

The next morning, in the conference hall of the Provincial Art Museum.

Jiang Zhe was dressed relatively formally and sat in the audience, next to Professor Qin and Wang Zhen.

Because it is an honor for the school that Jiang Zhe's works are collected by the Provincial Art Museum, the school sent a deputy director and teacher Hu to attend the ceremony.

Jiang Yi and his wife received a call from Jiang Zhe yesterday afternoon and rushed to the provincial capital overnight to witness this moment. At this moment, they were sitting in the back row, not far from Jiang Zhe.

Also sitting in the audience were the many judges who participated in the scoring and the invited audience members.

Sitting in a row of seats on the stage were Director Li, the main person in charge of the Provincial Artists Association and representatives of relevant departments.

At 10 a.m. sharp, the host announced the start of the ceremony.

(End of this chapter)