Rebirth to 80s: I Raised the World’s Richest Man

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm very confident in my work." Jiang Mu said nonchalantly.

"Brilliant!" Ba Wang gave a thumbs up.

"Tough!" Han Yutong also gave a thumbs up.

"Amazing!" An Ying did the same thing, and felt a little more at ease.

After getting three thumbs up side by side, Jiang Mu couldn't help laughing, "Even if I lose, it doesn't matter, I'm only a freshman, and I still have time to study, practice, and improve myself. This oil painting competition is a test of self-ability. It's those people who see it too much."

Jiang Mu smiled open-mindedly, she really thought so.

Although it doesn't sound so exciting, these words made a few people admire her a little more. Not everyone can do this, so they look down on the gains and losses.

Even more so now.

"Fourth, you said that you are obviously younger than us, but why do I think you speak the same as my father." Han Yutong said smoothly.

Jiang Mu's mouth twitched, "I'm sorry, I'm a young, beautiful and beautiful girl, not an old man with big and three rough!"

"I mean the tone of your voice! It feels like an adult." Han Yutong explained.

Jiang Mu couldn't help but reached out and patted her on the head, "I said the second child, we are all grown ups. It is not enough to grow up when we are old, our minds and thoughts must grow."

Han Yutong was a little dumbfounded.

Wang Ba looked at the two and said, "I didn't notice that you were like the third child and her father before, but now I really think you are very similar to your father's generation."

Jiang Mu turned to look at An Ying, but found that An Ying was absent-minded and had no intention of expressing her opinion.

She sighed helplessly, and put her arm on the shoulders of the two of them, "Okay, starting from today, I will be promoted to father, and you don't call me the fourth child in the future, just call my father, come and come, Celebrating my two daughters today, Dad, I'll treat you!"

"roll--"

Ba Wang and Han Yutong spoke in unison, and they walked towards the dormitory with a smile, but no one noticed An Ying's absence.

*

At this time, the jury group of the oil painting competition was also very lively.

This competition can be said to cast a wide net, strive to cultivate excellent painters, and fill the vacancy in the field of oil painting in China. , do not want the country to lag behind the West too much.

The judges this time are not only several seniors with high morals and respect from the Oil Painting Association, but also professors from related art colleges.

These people can become teachers of higher education institutions, and they have a certain ability to appreciate. Basically, these people have several representative works, and they all have a corresponding position in the oil painting industry.

There are a lot of people who signed up for the competition this time. After seeing each painting, the eight judges will give a score to each work, and then collect statistics. The highest score is the first prize, the second prize, and the third prize. The winner of the Excellence Award is also judged in this way.

In the scoring, each judge does not know the corresponding artist of the painting.

After many days of hard work, the winning results of the oil painting competition are finally coming out.

Those judging professors with students from their own schools were the most nervous.

There are two professors who are particularly nervous, Fang Desheng from CAFA, and Yuan Changjiang from Zhemei.

The two were rivals when they were young, and both had impressive achievements in the painting world, and even won awards in international oil painting competitions.

After that, the two stayed in the capital one by one, went to Central America to become a professor, and began to take students.

One quit Jiangnan, became a professor of Zhejiang Mei, and also began to take students.

The two of them have not been able to distinguish between high and low for half their lives. As they get older, their eyesight deteriorates. If they don't paint, they start to compare themselves with students.

But any occasion where the two of them appeared at the same time would be extremely lively, and this time was no exception.

The talents of the two of them are comparable, but in terms of leading students, they are high and low.

Whether it is a national large-scale oil painting competition, a regional oil painting competition, or an oil painting-related competition, Professor Fang Desheng of CAFA loses to Professor Yuan Changjiang of Zhejiang Beauty every time.

No matter the number of people who won the awards, the quality of the works, or the weight of the awards, they were all inferior to the students from Zhemei, which made Fang Desheng extremely nervous.

Because, in this national oil painting competition, if CAFA loses to Zhemei again, then the title of the No. 1 art college in China will really have to abdicate.

Zhemei can directly change its name and become the National Academy of Fine Arts!

Fang Desheng will not allow such a result to occur!

He originally chose to stay in the capital and became a professor at CAFA because of the stability and stability of CAFA. As far as teaching institutions are concerned, he won.

If this time, Central America loses to Zhemei again, and the heavyweight award is taken away by the students of Zhemei, then his previous choice is a joke!

Does it mean that he has also lost to Yuan Changjiang in teaching these years?

The results of this competition are related to the school's honor, as well as his personal gains and losses. Fang Desheng was restless, he couldn't help pacing back and forth in the conference room, and the big tea jar in his hand had been filled with tea three times.

"Lao Fang, you said that you are already a lot of age, why are you still so unstable? It's no use if you are in a hurry. The scoring is over, and the result has been determined. No matter how anxious you are, you can't change the result."

Compared to Fang Desheng's pride, Yuan Changjiang has been drinking tea leisurely, tapping the scene casually with one hand, looking very calm.

"Who said I was in a hurry? What should I be worried about? Why am I in such a hurry!" Fang Desheng denied the three consecutive attempts, and walked to his chair and sat down.

Yuan Changjiang raised his brows, "That's right, you've been working for so many days, aren't you tired? You should have a good rest at this time, the results will come out after the statistics are finished, and we'll go back with the news. It's alright."

He smiled, "Normal mind, normal mind."

Fang Desheng wants to scold people, but anyone can be as steady as you are?

Zhemei has received several good seedlings in recent years, and won high-quality awards in many competitions. You don’t have to do anything, you can receive honorary awards while sitting in school. Naturally, you don’t have to worry about it?

"Is that right? Anyway, you, Central America, don't have any outstanding works this time, and the students are not up to their expectations. No matter how anxious or worried you, a teacher, are, it won't change anything."

Yuan Changjiang said with a smile.