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

The first day of the long holiday, morning.

Jiang Zhe got up early to run as usual.

After finishing his exercise and having breakfast, he quickly washed, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

"Mom and Dad, I won't be back for lunch, so you can prepare your own."

"Where are we going this morning?" Jiang Yi asked.

"Go to the art gallery and attend the opening ceremony."

"Where's dinner?"

"Come back and eat."

Jiang Zhe drove, picked up Chen Yan, and rushed to the Binhai Art Museum.

Chen Yan sat in the passenger seat, using a small mirror to quickly check and touch up her makeup.

Jiang Zhe glanced at her and said with a smile, "Don't paint, it's already beautiful enough."

"This is to save your reputation." Chen Yan put away the mirror and said to Jiang Zhe, "Isn't it too late to go now?"

Jiang Zhe said, "No hurry. Gu Qian has already reserved a parking space for me."

"Really? You already have this treatment now."

Jiang Zhe said: "Gu Qian called me yesterday and told me that I didn't need to go so early."

During the National Day holiday, various departments in Binhai held various celebration activities. Among the many art exhibitions, the highest level was the one jointly organized by several departments.

Many local painters, including Jiang Zhe’s classmates, have set their sights on this exhibition.

Jiang Zhe's works do not need to participate in the selection and can be directly selected for the exhibition.

The museum's parking lot has limited space, which is sufficient on weekdays, but today there are so many vehicles that many cars need to be parked nearby.

Jiang Zhe drove to the entrance. After the security personnel saw his vehicle, they motioned for him to drive in and guided him to park in an empty space.

As soon as they got off the car, they saw Gu Qian coming towards them.

"Jiang Zhe, Chen Yan, welcome, welcome." Gu Qian greeted with a smile.

Jiang Zhe asked, "I didn't delay anything, did I?"

"It hasn't started yet. Some guests haven't arrived yet." Gu Qian took out a sign with the names of the guests written on it, and the sign was decorated with flowers.

She handed the tag to Chen Yan: "Please help Jiang Zhe pin it on his shirt."

Chen Yan pinned the label on Jiang Zhe's shirt pocket, carefully arranged it, looked at it again and said, "Pinning this on will make you at least two or three years more mature."

"It's still very handsome." Gu Qian led the two to the venue and introduced the process.

She and Jiang Zhe discussed submitting one of her works for the exhibition as a way of supporting her work.

Jiang Zhe never came to see the display effect.

At this time, he didn't need to worry about these things himself. Gu Qian and Wang Zhen's gallery would help him take care of everything.

"Jiang Zhe is here, welcome!"

"Jiang Zhe, I heard that your work was successfully auctioned, congratulations!"

Along the way, people greeted Jiang Zhe from time to time.

As Jiang Zhe's fame grew, he got to know more and more friends, even if they were only met once.

On the way from the parking lot to the venue entrance, Jiang Zhe stopped more than a dozen times.

The main entrance to the museum.

Several high-ranking members of the association and a group of famous local painters were waiting for the important guest. Someone saw Jiang Zhe appear and said to the person next to him, "Hey, he's here too. I heard he rarely attends events."

"I thought he was going to the capital to attend an event."

"Gu Qian has a good relationship with him, so she invited him here," explained an insider from the association.

"Let's go over and say hello."

Jiang Zhe came to the guest sign-in area to sign, and several managers of the Binhai Artists Association came over to greet Jiang Zhe.

Even those who had an average relationship with Jiang Zhe before became enthusiastic at this moment.

After the Capital Biennale and especially the good news about the Times Auction spread, Jiang Zhe's status was significantly improved.

Senior leaders of several associations and locally renowned painters took the initiative to take photos with Jiang Zhe at the entrance of the venue.

After the socializing, Jiang Zhe wanted to see the display effect of his work before the exhibition started. He entered the familiar exhibition hall and saw his work at a glance.

This painting is not his representative work, or even a masterpiece, but it is still placed in a prominent position in the exhibition hall.

There are only a few works in this location, and their authors are all well-known painters in Binhai City.

Jiang Zhe felt some emotion when he saw his work appearing here.

The last time I came here to exhibit, I didn’t receive such treatment.

"Jiang Zhe, let me take a picture for you." Gu Qian said.

"Okay, these." Jiang Zhe and Chen Yan stood in front of the work and asked Gu Qian to take pictures.

Then Gu Qian stood next to Jiang Zhe and asked Chen Yan to take a photo of herself and Jiang Zhe. In order to avoid misunderstanding, she did not make any overly intimate gestures.

At this time, most of the participating painters were waiting outside the venue for the opening ceremony.

All the students in Jiang Zhe's class who were able to attend the exhibition came to the art museum early to wait.

Professor Qin, Teacher Hu and several other teachers were also waiting.

Jiang Zhe walked out of the venue and found Professor Qin and others to chat and kill time.

Professor Qin also had a guest badge because of his seniority, but Teacher Hu and others did not. Seeing Jiang Zhe wearing a guest badge, they couldn't help but make a few jokes.

Soon, the ceremony began.

Jiang Zhe and a group of special guests stood on the stage.

Binhai City's culture, tourism, literary and art federation and other departments sent people to participate.

After the ceremony, the guests were invited to visit the exhibition as usual.

Jiang Zhe is already qualified and will be among the first group to visit.

When I was exhibiting in the capital, I stood next to the works, but when I returned to Binhai, I stood among the visitors.

After the special guests have visited, they will leave.

Jiang Zhe was not in a hurry to leave because of Gu Qian's invitation. In addition, he saw a lot of familiar people just now, but he didn't say hello yet.

He found several familiar people one by one, including several professional teachers when he was in high school.

Although his fame and the sales price of his works have surpassed theirs, Jiang Zhe still greeted them as before, making the teachers feel very honored.

……

At noon, the association held a reception.

There were a lot of people participating, and six large tables were set up.

Jiang Zhe refused to drink on the grounds that he was driving.

Gu Qian and Wang Zhen's business manager helped him block the wine, which made some people who wanted to force him to drink secretly envious.

This was the first time Jiang Zhe enjoyed this treatment.

After the banquet, Gu Qian sent Jiang Zhe to the parking lot and repeatedly thanked Jiang Zhe for coming.

Jiang Zhe said, "We have known each other for such a long time, and you have always helped me. Don't be so polite. It seems strange."

Gu Qian said goodbye to Jiang Zhe and watched his car drive away. She realized that Jiang Zhe had not changed because of his success, and she felt relieved.

……

After Jiang Zhe sent Chen Yan home, he returned to the villa.

As soon as he changed his clothes, Wang Zhen answered his phone and told him an interesting news.

There are several painters whose works were sold at high prices at auctions, but in the end they were not delivered, that is, the buyers did not pay.

This kind of thing happened not only in one auction company, but also in auctions held by several auction companies.

"What's the auction house's reaction?" Jiang Zhe asked.

Wang Zhen said: "The auction house is unwilling to disclose detailed information. They should have had an agreement before, and the auction house helped them operate. I don't know why, maybe there was a problem with the coordination between them, and finally they fell out, and then it was exposed.

But don't worry. The auction house called me and said your work is going through the formalities and the money will be paid to you as quickly as possible."

Jiang Zhe was more concerned about another issue.

“Who’s got a problem with their painting?”

(End of this chapter)