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

When Jiang Zhe received the good news, he called his parents first to reassure them.

In the living room, Wang Zhen and Meng Xi began to help him choose clothes.

After Jiang Zhe made a few phone calls, he saw the two of them still fiddling with their clothes.

Wang Zhen held up a shirt and compared it with Jiang Zhe. "These clothes are not formal enough. You may be able to buy some clothes in some stores now. You brought too few clothes this time."

Jiang Zhe hurriedly thanked the two for their kindness. "I brought two shirts. Take a look and see which one is suitable. I'm not going to a business event, so I don't need a suit."

Finally, the two helped Jiang Zhe pick out a shirt, belt, pants and leather shoes.

"I'll arrange a car to pick you up tomorrow morning. You should go to bed early." Wang Zhen instructed.

"Don't worry. I don't need to do anything, I just need to be there as a spectator." Jiang Zhe said. Although he didn't need to do anything, it would definitely make a difference whether he could participate or not.

After seeing Wang Zhen and the other two off, Jiang Zhe washed up.

I lay down and couldn’t fall asleep, so I opened the system and saw a new prompt appear on the system.

Your choice has already shown results, please wait for greater rewards.

The night before the opening of the Biennale, many people were busy until late at night, and some even stayed awake all night.

That night, Jiang Zhe had a dream.

I dreamed that I won an award, but I kept getting stuck when speaking, and I even dreamed about scenes from my past life...

Early Saturday morning, Jiang Zhe was awakened by the alarm clock.

After quickly packing up and having a simple breakfast, I received a text message from Wang Chen reminding me that the car would be here soon.

He arrived at the hotel entrance and waited for a while, then saw a seven-seater commercial vehicle stop.

Wang Zhen rolled down the car window and waved at him.

Jiang Zhe walked over quickly, opened the car door and got in.

Meng Xi sat in the passenger seat.

"Let's go and pick up Professor Qin." Wang Zhen ordered the driver.

Professor Qin and a vice president of the college were waiting for the car at the hotel entrance. They were very happy to hear that Jiang Zhe could attend the opening ceremony with them last night, and they immediately notified the school's top management.

The two got in the car and saw Jiang Zhe. Neither of them mentioned what happened before, but they repeatedly told Jiang Zhe to be careful with his words in the future.

Today, the opening ceremony of the Biennale was held at the Millennium Monument. However, the exhibition is divided into two parts. The exhibition at the Millennium Monument only displays foreign exhibits. The domestic exhibits will be displayed in the art museum on Sunday, which is tomorrow.

There will also be an awards ceremony on Sunday.

To be on the safe side, several people arrived at the Millennium Monument in advance.

However, there were many people who came earlier than them.

As you get closer to the Millennium Monument, you can already feel the grandeur of the exhibition.

Most vehicles can only park nearby.

Several people got off the bus, holding their respective documents, and walked for a distance to the temporary security entrance, waiting for inspection.

After verifying their identities, several people entered the Century Monument.

Various colorful flags, display boards and facilities make this place full of festive and artistic atmosphere.

Walking all the way from the entrance, they would meet familiar people from time to time.

Jiang Zhe also met several people he knew, including the American painter.

As soon as the two greeted each other, another person greeted Jiang Zhe.

This old painter worked in the Chinese Artists Association and took the initiative to extend his hand and shake hands with Jiang Zhe.

"Jiang Zhe, congratulations! I heard that you have a chance to win the prize this time."

"I don't dare to hope for that." Jiang Zhe introduced Wang Zhen to him.

"Hello, Mr. Wang." When introducing Meng Xi, the old painter even joked with Jiang Zhe.

"Jiang Zhe, today is an important event, you can't bring Xiao Mi with you."

Seeing that Meng Xi didn't care about the teasing, Jiang Zhe responded with a smile: "You are mistaken, Meng Xi is Mr. Wang's assistant, and also a disciple of Teacher Yang." Hearing who Meng Xi's teacher was, the old painter hurriedly said: "Oh, oh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

After a few pleasantries, the group arrived at the reporting location.

After signing in, people came over to greet Jiang Zhe. Some of these people had deliberately avoided Jiang Zhe yesterday, but their attitude changed today.

Of course, Jiang Zhe's appearance here also surprised many people.

"Why is he here?"

"Didn't you say that he wouldn't be allowed to participate?"

"He was so shameless that he came in on his own."

"Impossible? In this kind of place, outsiders are probably not allowed to enter."

"I saw Secretary-General Lu greet him, and several people in charge of the association also chatted with him."

"What's going on? How come everything changed overnight?"

"Someone go ask."

People who don't want Jiang Zhe to appear and people who dislike Jiang Zhe are talking about him in secret.

Some shameless people actually went to find well-informed people to get information. Some even found the person in charge and learned some information through indirect inquiries.

They received a piece of news that was very difficult for them to accept.

Yesterday, all the arrangements were finalized and Jiang Zhe's name still appeared on the list of participants in the event.

Not only that, his work has been nominated for the Young Artist Award.

After hearing these things, several people who were exchanging information became furious.

At 6:, the on-site staff and painters who will participate in the opening ceremony gathered together to familiarize everyone with the process of the opening ceremony again.

At this time, no matter what you feel, everyone must cooperate.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of the opening ceremony, most of the participants gathered here an hour and a half in advance and waited.

Taking into account that some of the painters are quite old, the staff will allow everyone to take a break.

Jiang Zhe found a relatively secluded place and sat down to rest for a while. He really wanted to see if there were any changes in the honor value or any new prompts.

However, there were too many people here, and he was afraid of being discovered, so he had to hold back.

After waiting for a while, Meng Xi came over quickly.

Seeing her smiling face, Jiang Zhe asked, "What did you gain? I saw you walking around the venue."

"With the help of Mr. Wang and my teacher's reputation, I also got to know many painters." Meng Xi showed the business cards he had received to Jiang Zhe.

Seeing how energetic she was, Jiang Zhe had to admit that she might really be suited for business management.

At 8:00 a.m., everyone attending the opening ceremony gathered again and stood according to their assigned positions.

As the opening time gets closer, the staff becomes more and more nervous.

Just after 8:30, guests and important personnel arrived at the Millennium Monument by car one after another.

Every time a vehicle stops, the people responsible for livening up the atmosphere immediately make the scene lively and festive.

At nine o'clock, the opening ceremony officially began.

Representatives from various departments and organizers, as well as several ambassadors to China, came to the stage.

Jiang Zhe, along with many painters and staff, acted as spectators.

The leader of the planning committee and the representative of the organizer gave speeches.

The host announced the opening of the first Capital Biennale and the atmosphere reached its peak.

While Jiang Zhe was clapping, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)