Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

The ink sticks made by Qian Yaya have been placed in a special dry room. She looked at the ink balls that Jiang Lingxi was still beating, and touched them boldly. Her small face was thoughtful: "How do I feel that Mr. Jiang This ink blob is slipperier than mine, is it an illusion?"

"It's not an illusion," the master craftsman who also showed satisfaction at the ink ball answered on his behalf, "This means that the glue has been completely integrated into the ink, and only when writing can be done smoothly and without stagnation. There is a faint bluish-purple color, the ratio is perfect, and with enough beating, the quality of this ink can definitely be judged as high-quality when it is finished."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Lingxi who was still beating repeatedly with a small hammer. Now he seriously suspected that the little girl was not a novice.

After all, even he, an ink-making expert, was praised by his master for his talent at the beginning, and the ink he made at the beginning was only better than the little girl surnamed Qian.

What Xiao Jiang did is no worse than when he was a teacher, to be honest.

If he didn't know that the other party would not be able to follow this path, he would have wanted to ask this girl if she would be his successor.

Thinking of the evaluation of "barely usable" given by her master, Qian Yaya felt a little depressed.

But she also saw Jiang Lingxi's seriousness, and it was his ability to get such a high evaluation.

So he gave a thumbs up neatly, "Teacher Jiang, I give you a thumbs up!"

She originally wanted to ask if the other party would sell the ink after it was made, but when she thought that this person was also an actor, she would definitely not be short of money, so she swallowed the words silently.

Jiang Lingxi received the positive and pure emotions in the little girl's eyes, and smiled back: "Thank you."

Qian Yaya tilted her head and looked at Jiang Lingxi's profile. Although she was a fan of Jing Huai, she didn't know much about Jiang Lingxi, who is also an actor. She only knew that there was such a person in the entertainment industry.

But after getting along for a day, she found that she was only extremely excited when they first met Jing Huai, but later she was more attracted by the person in front of her.

Speaking of which, this group of guests is not bad in appearance, but it seems that some people can shine, even if they are silent, they still make people unable to look away after seeing them.

Could this be the personality charm that my aunt often said?
"Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Lingxi looked away, and looked suspiciously at Qian Yaya who suddenly called her.

"What kind of work did you draw when you signed up for this program?"

Xu Qingmei, who was sitting in front of the observation platform, who was depressed in her heart, softened when she heard the sound.

He looked at Jiang Lingxi in the split screen with scorching eyes.

Just now, the teacher's evaluation of Jiang Lingxi completely slapped her in the face. Professionals gave her a high evaluation, so if she said that Jiang Lingxi was trying to be brave for the effect of the show, it would naturally be untenable.

Still, works!
Has Jiang Lingxi submitted any work on this show?

Could it be that like Jing Huai, he also left the relationship.

It's just that Jing Huai left her, Jiang Lingxi should have left that old Shi.

Qian Yaya asked such an excellent question, she wanted to see how Jiang Lingxi would answer!
However, before she was ready to watch a good show, Jiang Lingxi on the split screen replied, "It's a painting. I didn't name it at first. People around me picked it up for me after seeing it. It's called "" Cat and Goose War."

""Cat and Goose War", is the painting an animal? Is it ink or fine brushwork?"

"Ink and wash."

"I don't know if I'll have a chance to see it."

Xu Qingmei pressed her fingers on the table so hard that they turned slightly white, and then suppressed the disbelief on her face.

Jiang Lingxi actually submitted her work!

Then was she selected because of her work, or was it because of her that the program group passed the "Cat and Goose War"?
Preferably the latter.

It can only be the latter!
"Speaking of which," a voice sounded next to him, "Although we can only select a few guests for this program, the works received by the program group this time are quite good. I suggest that after the end of the program, we might as well put everyone's works together." Let it be exhibited, and let the audience appreciate it, and it is not in vain for everyone to send it so hard."

As soon as Li Wanxuan said this, the two reviewers sitting on the left side nodded together and said in unison: "I agree."

Immediately afterwards, Xu Qingmei heard Shen Yunqing also speak: "I agree."

Now it's useless for her to say or not, and she picked the corner of the table with a smile on her face: "I agree, every work is the hard work of every young painter, and those who can hand it over to the program group must be their own." The favorite works, those who were not selected, have such an opportunity to show on the national TV variety show, I think they will be very happy."

As for Jinghuai's lack of works, the solution Xu Qingmei thought of was also very simple, either draw one in time, or buy one at a high price, whatever the solution.

Although Li Wanxuan could tell that Xu Qingmei's words were insincere, but she had to say the scene, and what she said was quite to the point.

This proposal was not difficult for the program group to implement, and it was passed quickly.

It's just that the guests don't know it yet.

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Jiang Lingxi glanced at the smooth as new small hammer in his hand, "It's all right."

"It is indeed possible," the master craftsman handed her the blank mold that had been prepared a long time ago, "If the hammer does not stick to it at all, it means that the glue and ink are completely compatible. Let's start pouring the mold."

Jiang Lingxi put down the hammer, reached out to pick up the ink ball, first pulled out a small ball, rubbed it into thin strips, then put it into a mold, and pressed it on a wooden board that was the same size as the groove of the mold.

When the mold is removed, a rectangular ink stick has already been formed.

Just happened to press a total of six yuan.

She made a plan when she was preparing to make ink, six ink sticks, she kept two for herself, An An also learned calligraphy, gave her two, and gave Shen Yunqing the remaining two.

After all, this person doesn't need anything, so give her something made by herself.

After sending the still limp ink sticks to the dry room, Jiang Lingxi moved his sore shoulders, said something to the old master, and walked out of the ink making area.

When she came out, she saw Qian Yaya standing in front of Jing Huai, holding a brush in her hand and looking over and over again.

She also looked at the brush twice.

Not surprisingly, the brush should be made by Jing Huai himself.After all, in her opinion, the writing brush is really a bit sloppy, not like the craftsmanship of the master craftsmen in this studio.

In the next second, Qian Yaya said, "Brother Jinghuai, when my ink is finished later, can you use this writing brush you made and my own ink to write a signature for me? As we agreed before, we can write it in Yuanzhao style, is that okay?"

Jiang Lingxi turned around and walked towards the Yantai area. When he walked around the screen, he heard a stiff voice from behind him: "Okay, okay!"