my korean savage wife

Chapter 410 The brightest moment, leave it to me? !

Arrived in South Korea in the afternoon, Su Danqing met many friends from the art circle who came to participate in the oil painting festival, and introduced me to them.They are all seniors in the field of oil painting and have a place in the field of fine arts. Seeing that Sudan Qing regards me so highly, they all have a strong interest in me.

Sudan Qing asked me to have dinner with him, and there were many great painters at the same table, which made me feel a little flattered.They talked in English about the development prospects of today's oil painting, and proposed some fresh concepts that I have never heard of.

They are all top figures in the field of oil painting and even in the field of art, and they lead the trend of world art.Based on my level, I am not qualified to interrupt at all, not to mention my spoken English is too poor, so I can only eat by myself.

"Why are you depressed?" Sudan Qing asked me when I returned to the hotel.

"Thinking of participating in the oil painting festival tomorrow, I am a little nervous."

Sudan Qing shook his head: "Are you thinking about that little Korean girl?"

I was speechless, because Sudan Qing was right.

"Don't worry, after the oil painting festival ends tomorrow, I'll help you talk to her parents." Su Danqing patted me on the shoulder, his words were full of sincerity.

"Really?"

"Of course it is true. When have I lied to you?" Sudan Qing smiled kindly at me.

The oil painting festival on the second day was unprecedentedly grand.Artists from all over the world gathered together to watch all kinds of oil paintings in the large exhibition hall.

The oil paintings on display are selected from the works of the painters in the last two years. Therefore, this exhibition hall almost includes a group of the most outstanding oil paintings in the world in the past two years.Basically, after each International Oil Painting Festival ends, people can summarize the development trend and dynamics of oil painting in the past two years.

I accompanied Sudan Qing to appreciate the many works in the exhibition hall with great interest.Sudan Qing watched and pointed me at the same time, allowing me to see many mysteries in other people's works.

As we walked, we saw the large-scale oil painting "Spring of Art". On the wooden sign below the painting, "the Spring of Art" was written in English. Below the English title was a short English introduction.

I found that the most people were standing in front of this painting, talking non-stop, and many foreign artists gave their thumbs up.

A tall foreign old man saw Sudan Qing, laughed happily, and said a lot of foreign languages, but I didn't understand a word.

Sudan Qing smiled easily, and spoke a lot of foreign languages.I vaguely recognized that they were speaking German.Sudan Qing is really good, even the German is so slippery.

After chatting for a while, Sudan Qing took me away from "Art Spring" to see other people's paintings.

Immersed in a strong artistic atmosphere, we even forgot to eat lunch.

"Today is a special exhibition for artists. Only invited artists are eligible to visit to create an environment for mutual communication. Tomorrow it will be open to the public for three days."

I see……

"There is another grand event tonight, you come with me, don't run around." Sudan Qing warned me.

event?I was a little confused.

At six o'clock in the evening, a special car came to the entrance of the hotel. I followed Sudan Qing into the car and was driven to a synagogue.

With the invitation, we were able to enter.Someone stepped forward to lead the way, and Sudan Qing and I were arranged in the front row.It seems that the meeting has not yet started, and there are noisy voices everywhere.I saw that there were many reporters in the venue, which made me feel even more puzzled.

An old foreign man with a shaved head and a suit and leather shoes came to the stage beamingly.There is a trophy on the podium, it seems that this is some kind of awards show.

Sudan Qing approached my ear: "This is the chairman of the International Oil Painting Association, and also the chairman of the organizing committee of this International Oil Painting Festival."

He delivered a long speech in English. Although I couldn't understand it, it was nothing more than summarizing the harvest of this oil painting festival and looking forward to the future of oil painting art.

Then, he paused for a moment, and the whole venue fell silent. Even the reporters were paying attention, as if they were very nervous.I saw Sudan Qing showing a satisfied smile.

The bald chairman picked up a golden trophy and said something passionately.

I only heard the words "Sudanqing" and "the spring of art" in his words.

With warm applause, Sudan stood up in high spirits, waved behind him, walked confidently in front of the bald chairman, and took the trophy.

Only then did I realize that Sudan Qing had won the prize!

Sudan Qing took the microphone from the bald chairman: "First of all, please allow me to speak in Chinese, the language of my own country."

His words were transmitted to everyone's ears through the translator, and the audience once again burst into warm applause.

"Secondly, I want to announce a fact. The award-winning work "Spring of Art" was not completed by me alone. The most critical, important, and brilliant part of this oil painting, "Spring in Dead Trees", was done by my student Sun Created by You."

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused a sensation in the audience, followed by dull and rumbling discussions.

Sudan Qing smiled: "In the invitation letter sent to me by the organizing committee, I was asked to provide a recently created oil painting. The implication is that what the oil painting festival needs is my independent oil painting. And this award-winning " "Spring of Art" was not completed by me alone. I hereby express my apologies, but I cannot accept this award."

Sudan Qing put the trophy on the podium and walked back to his seat.The reporter took the opportunity to take a series of photos, and the entire conference hall was full of discussions.I was even more moved by Sudan Qing's honesty and integrity.

The bald chairman didn't expect the Sudanese Youth League to do this, so he stepped off the stage in a hurry and discussed countermeasures with several other members of the organizing committee.

After about 10 minutes, the bald chairman and a young man walked onto the podium.

Alas, Sudan Qing is too upright to give up the most glorious trophy in the oil painting world to such a young man.

The bald chairman picked up the microphone and spoke a bunch of English.Then the young man next to him took the microphone and said in Chinese: "In the regulations of the International Oil Painting Festival, there is no provision forbidding cooperation between two people. Therefore, I announce that Sudan Qing and his student Sun Zhen won this award together! In addition, I want to announce a good news, the next International Oil Painting Festival will be held in China!!!" It turns out that this young man is a translator...

I was stunned for a moment, and Sudan Qing pulled me up from my seat: "You brat, you're lucky!"

Under the leadership of Sudan Qing, I walked up to the podium ignorantly.

"Thank you." Sudan Qing took the trophy from the chairman and handed it to me.He smiled encouragingly at me and put his hand on my shoulder.

The flash crackled and flickered, and I almost couldn't keep my eyes open.

"I leave you the brightest part, don't let me down."

I suddenly remembered the words of Sudan Qing.

(End of this chapter)