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

"Jiang Zhe, are you planning to go back?"

"Yes, I have something else to do this afternoon."

"Let's go drink together?"

Jiang Zhe politely declined.

He, Wang Zhen, and Professor Qin didn't want to stay here any longer. As he walked out of the museum gate and prepared to catch a ride, he met several people who took the initiative to greet him.

These people just met today, but they were already very enthusiastic when facing Jiang Zhe.

During this short journey, he was almost overwhelmed by the number of people who greeted him.

Some people are willing to interact with him, while others don't like him. Some people saw Jiang Zhe from a distance and whispered something to the people around them.

No matter what their real thoughts were, they all made Jiang Zhe sigh.

When I came in the morning, I was still a nobody. When I left after the event, I was already remembered by many people.

There was only a difference of two or three hours between the treatments.

Jiang Zhe understood what Wang Zhen said about the true meaning of fame, even though the acquisition of this fame was difficult to describe in words.

He couldn't tell whether he felt happy or uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhe and his friends returned to their hotel. After a short rest, he rushed to a hotel.

The afternoon time is free for him and he and Meng Xi have agreed to meet here.

Away from the noisy environment, sitting alone by the window, drinking tea, listening to music, and looking at the scenery outside the window, I feel very comfortable.

After a while, Meng Xi came in carrying a shoulder bag.

She changed into a T-shirt and shorts, looking youthful and promising. She attracted a lot of attention and lit up the entire hotel.

Jiang Zhe stood up to greet him.

"Great painter, you must be waiting impatiently." Meng Xiyu smiled sweetly.

"Don't call me that. When you come in, everyone will look at you. You are the one who attracts the most attention."

"Order food." Meng Xi sat opposite Jiang Zhe.

"I don't understand. You try it." Jiang Zhe said modestly.
Meng Xi was not polite either. After asking Jiang Zhe if he had any dietary restrictions, he ordered a few dishes with local specialties and suggested that Jiang Zhe try them.

In her words, the dishes here are more authentic.

While waiting for the food, she said to Jiang Zhe, “Today, when we were walking out, we heard Teacher Yang sighing.

Ahem—" She cleared her throat and imitated Teacher Yang's speech.

"It's all fate. Some people are tripped by stones, and some are tripped by gold."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Zhe asked with a smile as he saw that she was learning very well.

"After Mr. Yang heard about your story, he told us that although what you did today was reckless, it immediately made others remember you. Your name has been established in the circle.

Many people have been thinking about it all their lives but have never been able to accomplish it, but you have accomplished it just like that, and there is no negative impact." Meng Xi said.

"Let's not talk about this, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more. Hey, help me take a look at the painting." The waiter brought drinks and side dishes one after another. Meng Xi simply sat next to Jiang Zhe and took out a large folder from her bag.

The folder was thick and Jiang Zhe could see that it was full of drawing paper.

The two of them cleared a clean desk, Meng Xi opened the folder, and handed his work to Jiang Zhe.

Most of these paintings are small works ranging from 8 to 16 pages, mainly in watercolor.

There are watercolor landscapes, some architectural and garden renderings, as well as some anime works and sketches.

To be honest, Jiang Zhe is already a little disgusted by these works.

Some works have not yet gotten rid of the state they were in during the art examination.

Jiang Zhe could see that Meng Xi was trying hard to make changes, but he had no direction.

Because she draws a lot of design renderings, she applies some of the methods of depicting renderings to watercolor landscapes and animations, and the fusion is a bit awkward. When Jiang Zhe saw a palm-sized work, he suddenly became interested.

This painting is small and its content is simple.

A girl of about six or seven years old was holding a popsicle and savoring it carefully. There were a few girls of the same age standing beside her, looking at her eagerly.

Meng Xi uses pencils and art pens to create images and watercolors to render them.

Although the technique is average, the atmosphere of the painting is very vivid and close to life.

Jiang Zhe picked out this painting alone.

After looking at all the works, he held up this painting and said to Meng Xi: "If you ask me to evaluate it, this painting is the best."

Meng Xi stared at Jiang Zhe as if he were a monster. "Do you know the origin of this painting?"

Jiang Zhe shook his head. "I don't know. I just think this painting is very well done. It's vivid and interesting."

Seeing that Jiang Zhe didn't seem to be lying, Meng Xi explained, "I now know that your fame is not a fluke.

admire.

This painting was made when I was drawing a rendering. When I got tired of drawing, I saw children eating popsicles on the street, and it reminded me of my childhood experiences, so I drew this one.

After Teacher Yang looked at it, he thought it was good, so he helped change the color of the painting.

How did you find out?

Jiang Zhe said: "I have already told you the reason."

Meng Xi asked: "Do you think I can develop in this area?"

Jiang Zhe considered whether to tell the truth. He was also considering the important opportunity the system mentioned.

At this time, the waiter brought the dishes.

Jiang Zhe motioned Meng Xi to put the painting away first. "Let's eat and talk at the same time."

Meng Xi put away her work, and Jiang Zhe had already filled both of their cups with drinks.

He took the initiative to clink glasses with Meng Xi.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

"You're welcome. I'll help you in the future." Meng Xi picked up the chopsticks: "Try it. These are all dishes suitable for summer." She added a piece of cucumber with sesame sauce and chewed it with a crunchy sound.

“Well, the taste hasn’t changed.”

She waited for Jiang Zhe to eat a few bites before asking, "You haven't answered the question I asked you just now."

Jiang Zhe picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, and swallowed the food.

He had already thought about how to answer.

Whatever the reason, it's best to tell the truth.

"I need to know first, what is your goal? Do you want to be a great painter, artist, or designer, or do you want to become famous in this industry and gain both fame and fortune?"

"Is there any difference?" Meng Xi asked.

Jiang Zhe said: "Of course there is a difference. If you want to leave your name in art history, you need luck in addition to talent. If you just want to gain fame and fortune in this industry, your ability is enough."

Meng Xi was very smart: "You mean, with my current talent, I can make a living in this industry?"

Jiang Zhe said: "With your ability, you can do well. But it will be difficult to leave your name in art history.

This is my personal opinion, it may not be correct. Don’t be angry. ”

He increasingly realized the role of talent and luck. Talent is difficult to change, and if there is no system to help, one cannot change it. In addition, some people have talent, but their luck is always bad. If they fall behind at critical moments, they may be buried.

Meng Xi fell into deep thought.

Jiang Zhe ate his food slowly, waiting for the other party's reaction.

(End of this chapter)