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Provincial Art Museum.

Painters who came from all over the province to exhibit their works are preparing to participate in the group activities on the second day of the exhibition.

Jiang Zhe, Wang Zhen and Professor Qin met many friends at the art museum as soon as they arrived. They greeted each other.

At the main entrance of the art museum, a woman in a suit saw Jiang Zhe from a distance and immediately walked towards him.

There were five or six people gathered around her.

Wang Zhen saw the woman coming over and quickly reminded Jiang Zhe that this woman was the new director of the museum. Her surname was Zheng.

The old curator who once insisted on collecting Jiang Zhe's works has retired.

"Professor Qin, President Wang, and Mr. Jiang, welcome, welcome." Director Zheng greeted Jiang Zhe and his group very warmly.

"Hello, Director Zheng!" When Jiang Zhe shook hands with the new director, the other party did not intend to end the conversation after just a few words.

"Mr. Jiang, I heard that your work was sold at a high price again. Congratulations."

"Thank you. The auction price is only one of the factors to consider when evaluating a work. I would like to hear the opinions of experts like you on the work. Please give me your valuable suggestions when you come to participate in the event. Jiang Zhe knew how to deal with this kind of situation, and he also put on his own persona according to the arrangements of Sister Liao and Wang Zhen.

"I was very moved after seeing your exhibit. This is an excellent work of neo-realism. If it is sent to a higher-level exhibition, it will definitely attract attention." Director Zheng talked for a long time before letting go of my hand. But he didn't stop talking.

“I have been in office for a short time, and I hope that the Provincial Art Museum can collect another one of your works. I liked this work very much when I first saw it. However, this work of yours will also be exhibited, and it will definitely receive good reviews. I guess it will stay in the capital.

What a pity. Will there be a chance for the museum to collect another one in the future?"

Regardless of whether it was polite or not, these words made the eyes of many people around light up.

Jiang Zhe replied: "It is my honor that the Provincial Art Museum is willing to collect my works. I will continue to create, and please correct me."

Wang Zhen took over the topic: "Jiang Zhe has never stopped creating, but he is worried that he won't be able to show it off. If there are suitable works, we can let the Provincial Art Museum choose first."

"Okay, we'll wait to see your new work." Director Zheng smiled even brighter.

While a few people were talking, a lot of people gathered around.

Director Zheng is a very popular person.

Although he is new, everyone thinks he must be a very important person. For most painters who want to become famous, if they want their works to be collected by art museums, Director Zheng is the most important person.

Many people gathered around, waiting for a chance to meet the curator and try to impress her.

Seeing Director Zheng and Jiang Zhe chatting all the time, I felt jealous.

Some people who don't have the chance to meet Director Zheng on weekdays secretly complained about Jiang Zhe.

You are really a talkative person. Your works have been collected by the art museum, why do you occupy this place?
"Professor Qin, which group's activities are you going to participate in?" Director Zheng asked Professor Qin, but most of the time, his eyes were still on Jiang Zhe.

Professor Qin thought to himself, you finally remembered that there is an old man like me around.

He controlled his expression very well: "We, the teachers and students of the oil painting major, are attending a symposium on oil painting. It is difficult for our major to hold an on-site painting meeting, mainly due to time constraints."

"Jiang Zhe, I heard that you gave demonstrations in schools abroad. Why don't you show us your skills?" Director Zheng quietly changed his address.

A senior official of the Provincial Artists Association spoke up in time: "Director Zheng, we have many activities today, some of which are open to the public. The activities of the Chinese painting and calligraphy groups all have live painting, and we have also invited Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe, which group would you like to join? " After saying that, he turned his gaze to Jiang Zhe.

"Really?" Director Zheng looked at Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe really didn't know about this. After receiving Wang Zhen's hint, he said, "I'll go to the oil painting group first, and then go to other groups to have a look."

The person from the Provincial Artists Association said, "We have all seen Jiang Zhe's calligraphy, which is definitely better than professional-level ones. You must leave your calligraphy for this event." Seeing Jiang Zhe nod in agreement, Director Zheng said, "Okay, let's all go when the event starts."

At this time, more and more people gathered around. Director Zheng told Jiang Zhe that there were important guests today. Then he ended the conversation and signaled everyone not to gather here.

As Jiang Zhe and his companions walked out of the crowd and entered the art museum, many people came over to greet him.

Most of the topics discussed were congratulating him on the high price he got at the Times Auction.

Many people don’t know the news from Christie’s yet, so Jiang Zhe can only use half of his original preparations.

He secretly wondered, are these people so isolated from information?
If the person being criticized heard his true feelings, he would definitely curse back.

They also wanted to send their works to auction abroad, but they had no chance and there were few information channels.

At this time, Jiang Zhe clearly felt that the number of people who came over to say hello and were particularly enthusiastic increased.

Finally, several people arrived at the venue of the oil painting professional event.

After signing in, Jiang Zhe said to Professor Qin, "Teacher, I'll go to the calligraphy group to take a look. If there's anything else, I'll come back."

"Okay, there's nothing to do here. If I need you to come back, I'll call you." Professor Qin felt that today's activities should be easy.

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"Are you really going to start writing when you go to the calligraphy group?"

Jiang Zhe replied: "I'm not prepared. I didn't even bring any tools. I'll see how the situation develops."

Before he left the oil painting group's venue, he said hello to a few friends he knew.

Saying hello was just one reason, the main reason was that I found out that Liang Gui didn’t come.

This guy won’t not come, will he?

Walking out of the oil painting group's venue, Wang Zhen saw what Jiang Zhe meant and quietly reminded him that he must behave in a gentle and easy-going manner today, and not care about the auction price if anyone asked.

Jiang Zhe and Wang Zhen separated.

He went to the calligraphy group, and Wang Zhen went to contact his friends.

At this time, Liang Gui took Li Lu and walked towards the oil painting group.

He deliberately came late and tried to greet only those with whom he had a close relationship.

However, it just happened that Jiang Zhe was seen chatting with Director Zheng.

Liang Gui remembered that when Director Zheng took office, he and a group of friends congratulated her. Now that he came to the art museum, she was only concerned with talking to Jiang Zhe.

I took the initiative to say hello, and Director Zheng responded with "Hello, welcome," and then that was it.

This difference in treatment made Liang Gui very uncomfortable.

Before coming, he had prepared himself mentally, no matter what happened, he had to act magnanimous and not care.

If Jiang Zhe shows off, I will use my generosity to highlight your pride.

However, being too deliberate often brings certain pressure.

Liang Gui was originally a sensitive person, and as soon as he arrived at the art museum, he was stimulated by Director Zheng.

At this moment, although he appeared calm on the surface, he could no longer remain calm in his heart.

(End of this chapter)