Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 16: Artists also bully the weak and fear the strong?

Jiang Qing walked along the bluestone road towards the village entrance. It was around half past twelve, and the sun in early May was already feeling a little hot.

As he passed room number six, he heard a heated argument coming from inside.

"We are not your puppets!"

Zhang Han's voice was extremely penetrating, and he obviously didn't give the headmaster any face.

"Group activities must be notified in advance and approved by more than eight people. This is the rule we all agreed upon yesterday!"

Through the half-open window, Jiang Qing saw Chen Chenchen standing in front of the projector with his arms folded, sweat already oozing out of the back of his neck.

The artist wearing round-frame glasses no longer had the composure he had yesterday. The four big words "Performance Art" were frozen on the screen, like a silent mockery of this farce.

“But art requires improvisation.”

“This is not the 798 Art District.”

Meng Ziyi suddenly interrupted, and her nails made a crisp sound on the conference table.

"Fifteen people have fifteen schedules, and you disrupted our original plans without even asking us. Isn't that inappropriate?"

Although her attitude was not as fierce as Zhang Han's, her words were not polite at all.

Jiang Qing noticed that Zhou Ye was sitting next to Meng Ziyi, looking down and playing with a strand of his hair. From time to time, he looked up and his eyes flickered between Zhang Han and Chen Chenchen, like a frightened deer, timid.

This girl was forced to come here. She doesn't have the age, qualifications or fame, so she has no choice.

He chuckled and turned around. According to the information he had recently learned, scenes like this were commonplace in reality shows. However, the shimmering artificial lake in the distance was more worth stopping for.

After walking along the reed-covered lakeside for about ten minutes, Jiang Qing spotted a familiar figure at the end of the pier.

Song Dandan was wearing reading glasses and flipping through the pages of the book in her hand. When she heard footsteps and looked up, the gold-rimmed glasses chain swayed in an arc in the sunlight.

"deserter?"

The old artist winked mischievously and patted the bamboo cushion beside him.

"A wise retreat is better than a blind charge."

"Just like I told Teacher Dandan yesterday, I'm just here for a vacation. I hope I can spend this time more simply and comfortably."

Jiang Qing sat down obediently. The breeze blowing from the lake was refreshing, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

He noticed the dense annotations on Song Dandan's book, the red ink had not yet dried.

Song Dandan took off his glasses and suddenly pointed at the egrets that were startled on the opposite bank.

"Look at that bird. It could soar into the sky, but it chooses to look for fish in the reeds."

Her eyes became sharp and meaningful.

“Young man, do you think you are an egret or a salmon?”

Before Jiang Qing could answer, the sound of breaking glass suddenly came from the direction of Room 6.

They both turned their heads at the same time and saw the program crew's filming directors rushing over there carrying their cameras, like a group of worker bees that had discovered a source of nectar.

"Want to go have a look?"

Song Dandan closed the book and suggested to him cheerfully.

An old man who refuses to die is a thief. As expected, when one reaches this age and is in the entertainment industry, where all kinds of people mix, no one is simple.

After a night of calming down, Song Dandan, who understood his thoughts, had obviously changed her attitude towards him.

Now, he has some of the appearance of a veteran artist.

"Teacher Dandan, go ahead. I'll take a look around. This place is nice."

Jiang Qing smiled and responded.

"Okay, see you later."

Song Dandan didn't force it and walked away steadily with the book in her hand.

Jiang Qing looked at her back with amusement and shook his head, then turned around and strolled along the lake.

Let them all vent their anger first, otherwise they won't be able to calm down.

An hour later, Jiang Qing strolled back to Room 6, and the matter had obviously come to an end.

The conference room was filled with a strange smell mixed with coffee and scented candles. Zhang Han's coat was casually draped over the back of his chair, and Chen Chenchen's round-frame glasses were tilted on the bridge of his nose.

The others looked at each other's noses and their noses at each other's hearts, their eyes wandering back and forth between the two of them.

"So the situation now is..."

Zhou Ye counted on his fingers, his pink nail polish particularly eye-catching under the light. "Longlong and his friends are going to build a radio station and a library, Sister Shuqi is going to take people to do some shopping, and we're going to shoot a promotional video..."

“Performance art event cancelled!”

Chen Chen Chen suddenly threw the marker onto the whiteboard, and the black ink splashed out to form an incomplete exclamation mark.

"You don't understand what real art is!"

He had an ugly expression and was breathing heavily. It seemed that he was very angry with Zhang Han. Jiang Qing remembered that he seemed very stable yesterday, and he didn't get angry even though he was constantly interrupted.

I don’t know what Zhang Han did to make him lose his composure like this.

But why are you angry at the girl?

Isn’t Zhang Han there?

Do artists also bully the weak and fear the strong?

Jiang leaned against the door frame, twirling a piece of dogtail grass he had picked from somewhere with his fingertips.

"Teacher Chen, have you ever considered that everything that has happened since you announced your performance art is itself the most exciting performance art?"

Zhou Yeben, who had been yelled at by Chen Chenchen, was still standing there awkwardly, not knowing how to react. When he heard Jiang Qing's sudden words, his body trembled slightly, and he looked up at him with bright eyes.

The others did the same, and all turned their gazes to Jiang Qing in surprise.

No one expected that Jiang Qing would suddenly take the initiative to speak.

Moreover, what he said hit the nail on the head, causing many people present to look thoughtful.

In the silence of the room, Meng Ziyi's Gucci bracelet made a crisp sound.

Zhang Han unbuttoned the third button of his shirt and suddenly laughed out loud.

"interesting."

He looked at Jiang Qing and thought he was a really wonderful person.

"What the audience saw was the process of resistance, which was essentially a performance art piece."

Chen Chenchen's glasses had completely slipped to the tip of his nose. He stared blankly at the words he had written on the whiteboard, such as "Zen" and "Symbiosis". Suddenly, he snatched the foxtail grass from Jiang Qing's hand and inserted it into the mineral water bottle.

“Installation art! This is real interaction!”

Zhou Ye quietly moved to Jiang Qing's side, and the faint scent of citrus perfume drifted over, lingering in his nostrils.

"How do you always come up with these weird angles?"

"because……"

Jiang Qing looked at her curious baby look, deliberately dragging out the tone, and suddenly changed the subject when the girl leaned forward unconsciously.

"I'm a materialistic science and engineering guy, I don't understand art."

He curled his lips and a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

"Jiang Qing! You...!!!"

Zhou Ye's eyes suddenly widened, his breathing became heavy, and his fair and tender face was instantly covered with a layer of ice.

Jiang Qing thought of an anime he had watched before, in which the expression of a beautiful girl seemed to be perfectly replicated by the girl in front of him.

"Jiang Qing, I think you understand art very well."

At this time, Li Xueqin on the side joked happily.

"That's right, the artistic elements are too high!"

Guo Qilin also joined in the fun, and his words sounded like he was supporting the actor.

The farce finally ended amid the laughter of the crowd.

Jiang Qing just wanted Chen Chen Chen to be more respectable, but she didn't know if his brain would understand.

Of course, he didn't care either.

Jiang Qing looked at the darkening sky outside the window, knowing that this conflict would eventually end with the good name of a "clash of ideas."

Reality shows are like a funhouse mirror; all sharpness will be reflected into shapes that the audience likes to see.

Of course, only Zhou Ye seemed unhappy. She looked at him fiercely and gritted her teeth.

Ok……

It feels a bit like a grumpy puppy.