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

Several wine glasses of different sizes gently clinked together.

The wine in the glasses was different. There were a few simple side dishes on the table.

Professor Qin, several friends, Jiang Zhe and Wang Zhen sat around the table.

"Jiang Zhe, you are young, and we are older, so we won't have a drinking contest, just be casual."

"Yes, as long as you drink it comfortably." Teacher Wei said to Jiang Zhe.

The casual chat among friends and the relaxed atmosphere of the gathering made Jiang Zhe feel very comfortable.

However, most of the topics discussed by the few people were related to the exhibition.

Several people participated in a small-scale activity in the afternoon and talked about their experiences. Some were proud, while others were dissatisfied.

Teacher Yang asked Jiang Zhe quietly, "How was your afternoon? Was there anything you didn't do well?"

Jiang Zhe picked up the cup and toasted Teacher Yang.

"Thank you for your arrangement. It was very thoughtful, saved me a lot of time, and allowed me to see a lot more things."

Teacher Yang said, "Don't just say nice things to save my face."

"It's really good not to tell lies."

"That's good. You don't know. My students cannot compare with you in terms of professionalism, but in terms of social skills, they are all very mature." He took a sip of wine.

"Of course, I don't mean to look down on them. I also understand that today's students are different from before. Many students think about what kind of job they will find in the future when they are in their freshman or sophomore year, and have even started paving the way for these goals.

I saw you guys, um~"

He paused and continued, "I didn't mean to inquire about your relationship. I wanted to arrange someone else to be your tour guide. But Meng Xi took the initiative to come to me.

She never concealed her thoughts and wanted to join various associations to make a name for herself in the circle.

By the way, speaking of this, are you a member of the Chinese Artists Association now?"

When Professor Qin heard this question, he glanced at Teacher Yang but did not respond.

Jiang Zhe talked about his current situation.

Teacher Yang sighed, "Your honors are enough. Let me count for you. You have won two awards abroad. No, three. The auction prices of your works have reached a certain level.

As long as you have any one of these achievements and put in some effort, you will be eligible to join the National Artists Association.

Now, you are a member of the Artists Association at the provincial and municipal levels.

Of course, this is not your fault. You don't understand some of the workings.

If you were in the capital, you would already be a member of a national association, maybe more than one.”

Professor Qin had to interrupt: "Old Yang, since you said so, you have to mention it when we attend the writers' meeting tomorrow."

"Do I need to bring up this kind of thing? Someone will definitely say it tomorrow." Teacher Yang said, "Don't worry, Jiang Zhe, now that I've said this, if no one else says anything, I'll say it for you.

If you believe me, when you come to the capital for graduate school in the future, you will find that there are more resources here than in other places. I don’t mean to discriminate.”

"After saying a few words, he started poaching people again." Professor Qin joked.

"I dare say in front of everyone that the Cultural Center is not called that for nothing."

Then Jiang Zhe saw an interesting scene. Wang Zhen and Professor Qin worked together to decide some things.

Teacher Wei waited until the previous topic was over and said to Jiang Zhe, “We have only seen your oil paintings and watercolors.

I heard from your Lao Qin that your calligraphy is also good. Tomorrow, you should show them your skills. "

Jiang Zhe said modestly: "My technique is just something I practiced blindly, so I dare not say that I have any ability. If I can't write well, please don't laugh at me, teachers."

"It can't be bad, it must be fine."

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After the teachers left, Wang Zhen immediately regained his sobriety and said to Jiang Zhe, "Tomorrow is an opportunity. If you can handle this, your reputation will increase." Professor Qin reminded, "Don't underestimate these things. In addition, the man who was acting weird that day will also be there tomorrow. If he says anything else, ignore him. I'll handle it."

Wang Zhen also knew about this.

They all found that although Jiang Zhe was more mature and stable than his peers, he was not without temper.

Jiang Zhe really didn't take this matter to heart. After all, he had the system to back him up.

Under the influence of alcohol, he slept very well.

The next day, Jiang Zhe, Professor Qin and Teacher Zhao rushed to an art museum in a certain district.

This art museum is not very big and is divided into three floors.

Jiang Zhe followed the teacher into the lobby on the first floor and saw that a lot of people had already gathered there and it was bustling with activity.

When they were signing at the sign-in area, Teacher Wei hurried over.

"Jiang Zhe, let me introduce you to some friends."

Before the writers' meeting started, most people were chatting with old friends or meeting new friends.

Teacher Wei has a wide range of communication skills and introduced many people to Jiang Zhe.

These people in the calligraphy and painting circles are obviously more than one level higher than the Binhai circle in terms of status and fame.

Teacher Wei understood that Jiang Zhe had grown to a certain level, so he introduced him to others. These colleagues were very enthusiastic about Jiang Zhe's arrival.

The staff of the association who was in charge of arranging the event called the calligraphers and painters who wanted to participate in the calligraphy and painting meeting to the second floor, where the tools and venues were already prepared.

Everyone was polite and went upstairs one after another.

Jiang Zhe and several teachers waited until the last batch to go to the second floor.

He saw Teacher Yang and several students coming to the meeting place. Meng Xi was among them. He didn't know how she persuaded Teacher Yang.

Meng Xi waved to Jiang Zhe from a distance, and Jiang Zhe responded with a smile.

The calligraphers and painters who are ready to show their skills are all good at Chinese painting and calligraphy. Due to venue and time limitations, other types of paintings cannot be demonstrated on site.

There were many people coming and the space was limited, so many people who arrived early had already started painting.

Jiang Zhe looked around but couldn't find the place.

A staff member in charge of coordination is trying his best, but the results are limited.

Jiang Zhe was not in a hurry and planned to wait until there was a vacant seat. It was a good opportunity to take this opportunity to watch other people's performances.

Some people were demonstrating calligraphy and painting on the spot, while others were watching, and with some people communicating, the venue was inevitably a bit chaotic.

A teacher who had just met Jiang Zhe had just finished writing a piece of calligraphy and saw him watching, so he asked, "Jiang Zhe, why aren't you writing?"

Jiang Zhe said: "I will study first."

Meng Xi walked up to Jiang Zhe and said, "Is there no room? Look at me."

She was indeed a community expert. After walking a short distance, she found a calligrapher who knew Jiang Zhe and was almost done with his calligraphy.

After taking the opportunity to get to know this calligrapher, we quickly started chatting. After he finished writing, I helped him hang his work in the display area and helped Jiang Zhe make room.

While Jiang Zhe was cooperating, he secretly admired Meng Xi's skills, but he didn't know if he could learn it.

He stood in an empty seat, and several teachers he had just met came over, ready to see his creation.

Jiang Zhe prepared the tools in an orderly manner.

At the writers' conference, there were no particularly convenient tools, so I had to make do with what I had.

He prepared the paper and ink, selected a lamb-like brush, and after a brief pause, he started writing decisively. (End of this chapter)