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

Chapter 38, New Attempt (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
Jiang Zhe was about to go back to the studio, but Wang Zhen insisted on seeing him off.

Wang Zhen’s car is an old Santana.

Her assistant drove the car and parked it near the studio.

Wang Zhen sat in the back seat, watching Jiang Zhe walk away and sighed softly.

After hearing this, the assistant asked tentatively, "Boss Wang, are you worried that Jiang Zhe won't cooperate with Boss Ning's matter?"

Wang Zhen said, "Jiang Zhe seems to be quite steady, but he is only 19 years old after all. He has the arrogance of a teenager, unlike those experienced people who have been in the society for a long time. It's strange that President Ning didn't lose his temper today. I thought this matter was going to fail."

The assistant hummed in agreement.

Wang Zhen stared at the direction where Jiang Zhe disappeared: "Some things are so strange. What you think can be done, just can't be done, and what you think can't be done, just happens to be done. I can only say that Jiang Zhe is lucky. Other painters who encounter this opportunity will only rush to post it, and will never directly ask for money."

The assistant expressed his thoughts: "He doesn't know the power of Mr. Ning."

Wang Zhen picked up the phone and looked at it: "Maybe... President Ning has seen too many old-timers, maybe... young people like this make her feel fresh."

The assistant's eyes lit up and she looked in the rearview mirror: "Now that you mention it, it just occurred to me that President Ning seemed a little strange today. Is she..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wang Zhen knew what the assistant was going to say intuitively and glared at her immediately. "Be careful what you say. Jiang Zhe is not our contracted painter. There are some things you can't say in front of him. You can't say a word about President Ning to anyone!"

"I've got it." The young assistant was so scared by his boss' sudden change of attitude that he lowered his head.

"drive."

……

On his way back to the studio, Jiang Zhe silently reviewed his interaction with President Ning today.

Today was the first time in his life that he asked for a fee. In his previous life, he didn't know any business skills, and he didn't have the opportunity to discuss his fee with others. In his two lives combined, he had never met many business elites, so it was impossible for him to compare business skills and psychology with others.

Whether you can sell paintings after rebirth still depends on the system.

He knew that his advantages came from the system and some information after his rebirth, and he just had to play to his strengths.

The system asks you to wait, but it doesn't tell you to get close to it. It's not a good deal to rush in.

Maybe this time the reward will come later, he is ready.
After his rebirth, he has become more patient and calm than before. The reward can wait for a while, and he can do many things like art exams, study, etc. simultaneously.

For the next three days, Jiang Zhe didn't receive any call from Wang Zhen.

Jiang Zhe goes to the training class every day, and the end of the course is getting closer.

On Thursday afternoon, Jiang Zhe was working on a design when he heard his phone vibrate.

He saw that it was Wang Zhen’s number, walked out of the studio and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Manager Wang."

"Mr. Jiang, sorry to bother you. Mr. Ning is free tomorrow morning. Can you go and paint tomorrow morning?"

Jiang Zhe thought about it and decided that it was possible to spare a whole morning. "Okay."

"I'll pick you up at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?"

Jiang Zhe said, "Sure. How long can Mr. Ning take?"

Wang Zhen asked back: "How long do you estimate it takes to complete a painting?"

Jiang Zhe explained: "It's impossible to finish it on the spot. I usually draw a draft and take photos, which takes at least an hour."

Wang Zhen was silent for a moment, then said, "Mr. Jiang, Ms. Ning doesn't like taking pictures. I hope you can finish this painting at her home."

Jiang Zhe has never tried painting like this before: "It may take several days to complete this painting. If the process does not go smoothly, it may need to be reworked or repainted. I also have to take the art exam, so I can't stay there."

Wang Zhen explained: "You can go to President Ning's house to paint at your own time. Do you think this is okay? After you finish the draft, you don't need President Ning to be present. You can go to President Ning's house to paint at any time, and there will be staff at her house. Do you think this is okay?"

Jiang Zhe did not agree directly: "Finish the draft first, then we'll talk."

"That's settled. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9 o'clock. What tools do you want to bring?" Jiang Zhe said he was going to bring painting supplies. To paint a life-size full-body portrait, the existing drawing board is not enough.

Wang Zhen told him that Mr. Ning’s home was fully equipped with painting supplies.

The next day, Jiang Zhe packed up his painting supplies and came to the agreed place.

The old model Santana was already waiting on the roadside.

Wang Zhen opened the back door and waved to Jiang Zhe.

The assistant saw Jiang Zhe carrying tools and opened the trunk in time.

Jiang Zhe put his painting supplies in the trunk and sat in the back seat.

"drive."

After the assistant started the car, Wang Zhen asked, "Mr. Jiang, how long will it take today?"

Jiang Zhe answered carefully: "I usually use sketches and photos to make some records. If I can't take pictures, I will draw a few drafts or even detailed sketches. If Mr. Ning agrees, I will start drawing the final draft."

Wang Zhen said, "The drawing board and easel are ready. See if you need anything else. I'll talk to her housekeeper. President Ning is very busy. I'm afraid there will be constant things to do even if I take two hours out this morning. Please bear with me if anyone disturbs your creation."

She was worried that Jiang Zhe could not adapt to this pace, so she reminded him again and again.

The car was driving on the coastal city center avenue.

The avenue has the city's real center and various institutions to the north, and the coastline and seaside tourist areas to the south.

After driving eastward along the central avenue for several thousand meters, the car entered a branch road. On both sides of the road, there were imposing walls and tall trees, as well as the corners of buildings that were faintly visible.

Jiang Zhe admired the surrounding scenery through the car window.

This area is the most central location in Binhai, with CBD commercial center, financial center and various institutions. It is no exaggeration to say that every inch of land is worth a lot of money. In the next 20 years, this place will be more prosperous, and the people who live here will be either rich or noble.

In the past, he walked by the surrounding area and had no idea what was going on inside.

The car slowed down and entered a gently sloping road, stopping in front of a black painted iron gate. The walls on both sides were decorated with stones and roses.

Wang Zhen made a phone call, and a staff member walked out of the gate, verified the visitor's identity, opened the gate, and guided the vehicles into the courtyard.

Vehicles pass through the passage and enter the underground parking lot.

Jiang Zhe walked out of the car and put on his painting supplies. Looking around, this private parking space has six parking spaces. Judging from the current perspective, the facilities are very advanced. In addition to Wang Zhen's car, there are already four cars parked, including a stretched Lincoln, a BMW sports car, an old Mercedes-Benz sedan, and a very ordinary Fukang.

Wang Zhen took Jiang Zhe and his assistant with ease, took the elevator from the parking lot to the ground floor, and followed the path to the garden.

Only then can you feel the beauty of this mansion. The building is a three-story Nordic-style building decorated with green and gold patterns.

The garden in the south of the building is about several hundred square meters and is divided into two parts by a corridor. One part has a rockery and pond, and the other part has lawns, wooden corridors and wisteria, dotted with neatly trimmed flowers, green plants and sculptures.

Jiang Zhe saw that President Ning was walking in the corridor while talking on the phone.

President Ning noticed a few people coming over and waved to them.

A staff member asked them to wait in the living room.

While Jiang Zhe was waiting, he sighed silently.

In 2001, the highest housing price in Binhai was over 1 yuan per square meter. This mansion, located in a prime area, is quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle. The only thing I can see is luxurious beyond imagination. This shows the strength of Mr. Ning.

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