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

"After receiving this invitation, do you still want to keep a low profile?" Wang Zhen expressed Jiang Zhe's thoughts.

Jiang Zhe said helplessly: "It would be nice to have a day of leisure."

Wang Zhen said: "You have to adapt slowly. Starting from the auction of your works and receiving this invitation, you will no longer be an unknown student.

Now, you have been living a secluded life, otherwise, you would be too busy with all kinds of social activities."

Jiang Zhe nodded.

He also understood that since the price of his works had gradually increased, it was impossible for him to live the quiet and obscure life he had before.

Honor, fame and fortune are bound to be accompanied by some negative things.

"Let's not talk about this. When this news spreads, there will definitely be various reactions. Think about who you should thank first. Don't just celebrate, but express your gratitude for their support.

Besides, we have to plan. The Biennale is very long and there are some events that we need to attend.”

"okay."

The assistant brought refreshments to Jiang Zhe and the other man.

Wang Zhen took the Biennale's activities and schedule and discussed with Jiang Zhe how to participate in the event.

If you want to participate in important activities, your schedule will be very tight, but the process of running towards a bright future will make you feel happy no matter how tired you are.

That night, Jiang Zhe returned to the studio and opened the system again. He found the challenge task and found that it still could not be submitted.

The task shows that there are still conditions that have not been met.

Now, it can be confirmed that the condition of participating in the invitational exhibition of the Biennale has been met, but the exhibition in the national pavilion of the Biennale has not been completed. I don’t know why.

He tried again and again, but to no avail, so he could only wait and even prepare for the possibility of a long delay in this mission.

the next day.

Jiang Zhe came to the Chinese painting classroom and continued copying works.

It was only one day apart, but the mood for painting was very different.

The joyful mood unconsciously permeated into the tip of my pen.

In the afternoon, after seeing Jiang Zhe's work, Teacher Tan commented: "You used the pen very decisively today, better than yesterday, and it was smooth and rhythmic. But you still need to pay attention to one thing. I have said repeatedly that you must control your strength and the speed of your pen should not be increased for the sake of smoothness."

He then talked about the dialectical relationship between fast and slow writing.

Teacher Tan could sense changes in Jiang Zhe's paintings, but it was difficult to describe the feeling.

Jiang Zhe tried hard to resist the urge to tell others the good news, and it was not until the evening that he quietly told Chen Yan the news.

"Really?! When? Can I see it?" Chen Yan was very excited.

Jiang Zhe took her to the car and showed her the invitation letter and certificate of honor.

"Great. That's great. Do you want to attend?" Chen Yan stared at the invitation letter intently.

"The time has not been decided yet. I guess I will have to wait until after the holiday."

"Can I come with you?"

Jiang Zhe said: "I have no objection. If you can convince your parents, I will take you with me."

Chen Yan's expression froze. She really wasn't sure she could get the job done.

"We'll talk about it after the holiday." Jiang Zhe said, "Come to my studio tomorrow."

"Well, are you still going home for dinner tonight?" Chen Yan was unwilling to get stuck in a rut.

"When I received the news yesterday, it was already quite late, so I didn't disturb my parents' rest. So, I have to go back today." Jiang Zhe approached Chen Yan.

"I'll come to see you tomorrow." Chen Yan hurriedly stopped him.

……

Jiang Zhe drove home and told his parents the news.

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Yi, who were originally preparing dinner, excitedly put down their work and immediately wanted to see Jiang Zhe's honor.

"Mom, the fire on the stove is still on."

"It's okay. Where's the invitation you mentioned?"

Seeing his parents' anxious looks, he had no choice but to take out the invitation and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Is this invitation an invitation for you to participate in the exhibition?"

“This thing is beautiful.”

"When are they leaving?" Jiang Yi and his wife were getting more and more interested, and even started to discuss what to prepare for their son's trip to Venice and how many days he would be gone. They also discussed who to tell the good news to... Jiang Zhe brought dinner to the table.

"Mom and Dad, let's eat first."

"it is good."

"Be careful not to get this dirty." The two of them carefully put away the invitation letter and certificate of honor.

Jiang Yi returned to his seat and asked Jiang Zhe: "Would you like to drink some wine today?"

Jiang Zhe said, "Dad, I want to drive. You can drink with my mom."

He drank tea instead of wine and clinked glasses with his parents.

Jiang Yi took a sip of wine. After hearing the bad news, they didn't want to add pressure to their son. Now that his son has regained his breath, he feels so happy.

"Xiaozhe, which one is higher level, this invitational exhibition or the exhibition you will participate in after the domestic selection?"

Jiang Zhe once again explained the difference between the invitational exhibition of the Biennale and the exhibition in the national pavilion.

"Eat, eat." Xu Li greeted the father and son.

Jiang Zhe could see that his parents were more inclined to go through the domestic selection process. Perhaps this was related to their upbringing.

On Sunday afternoon, Jiang Zhe returned to his studio.

The two days of the weekend were very busy.

He took a short break and began to accumulate study time.

During breaks, he would pick up his phone from time to time to check the messages.

Today, one of my works was auctioned at Christie's. Although I have chosen to use the system reward funds in this auction, I still hope that the price will be as high as possible.

At the last auction, the price exceeded $8 due to the news that the work had won an award. I hope my wish will come true this time.

Jiang Zhe took a sip of tea to calm himself down and continued reading. When he got tired of reading, he practiced calligraphy and prepared books for tomorrow.

The cell phone rang.

When he saw it was a call from abroad, he pressed the answer button.

The person who called was Christie's business manager.

From the other party's excited tone, Jiang Zhe guessed that the price of this auction should not be low.

Sure enough, the other party said a number.

After he confirmed it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, thank you." After some politeness, the call ended.

This number did not exceed my imagination, but it was not low either.

Just when I was about to call Wang Zhen, Wang Zhen's call came in.

"Jiang Zhe, how is it going? Is there any news from Christie's?"

Jiang Zhe said: "They just called me."

"How's it going? Was the auction concluded?"

"Deal."

"how much is it?"

"you guess."

"Give me a break."

Jiang Zhe's tone relaxed: "The transaction price is 7 dollars."

"Really? That's great! This is almost twice the price they expected." Wang Zhen said, "It seems that your work is still very popular there."

Jiang Zhe said: "This price is higher than expected, but not too much. If some people who don't know the inside story see the price change, they may think that the price of the work has fallen."

Wang Zhen said: "No. Don't worry. The auction house has a more comprehensive understanding of the situation.

There are many reasons for the price of this auction.

The impact of your work participating in the Biennale has not yet spread.

After participating in the Biennale, when the autumn auction comes, your works will definitely exceed this price. "Wang Zhen is very confident. (End of this chapter)