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

Fang Desheng said coldly, "The results haven't been announced yet, how can you conclude that our school doesn't have any outstanding works? Our students are not good enough?"

"On the contrary, I really want to persuade you not to be so confident, the results have not come out yet, what the results will be, it is still unknown, don't come out when the results come out, contrary to what you imagined, it is really shameful lost."

Yuan Changjiang put down the tea jar, smiling unabated, "I'm different from you, I know the level of my students, from freshman to senior year, there are good seedlings in every grade, and you, Yangmei, only have two in sophomore year. A talented person, isn't this result obvious?"

Fang Desheng also got on the bar with the opponent, leaned back, and said leisurely, "These days, who can go to school to study oil painting, who doesn't have some talent? But you should understand that we are not looking at the number of people, we are comparing Quality! No matter how many excellent awards you get, you can't compare to a first prize."

"It's as if you guys from Central America can win the first prize!" Yuan Changjiang also put away his smile.

"Okay, don't fight. It's as if the awards for this oil painting competition have already been reserved by your two schools. I'm saying that you don't care too much about the painters in the society?"

The president of the Oil Painting Association said coldly that it was a bit incomprehensible that the two were so arguing at their age.

Sure enough, Fang Desheng and Yuan Changjiang looked at each other and stopped for a moment.

"I don't deny that there are many excellent painters in the society. However, the students who have undergone systematic study and training are better than the wild ones in some aspects."

Yuan Changjiang is full of confidence.

"That's not necessarily true. Few of you who have made a name for yourself in the painting world in recent years are from your professional colleges. I really don't know where you got your confidence to discuss the ranking of the oil painting competition now? Just with the two of you. It's like the school can get an award!"

The chairman laughed lightly.

The meeting room was suddenly silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

A staff member just pushed in the door, which relieved the embarrassment, "The result is out! It's so unexpected! It's unexpected!"

The two professors and the president of the Oil Painting Association hurriedly stepped forward. Six pairs of eyes stared at the piece of paper in the hands of the staff, like a hungry wolf staring at fat.

"Who won the first prize? Is it "The Wilderness", "Starry Sky", "The Wilderness", or "Flame"?" Yuan Changjiang asked immediately. When these pictures were scored, everyone gave them extremely high scores. s work.

"Yes, yes, which work won the first prize in the end?" Fang Desheng was also full of anxiety, "Is it "Morning," "The Quiet House," or "The Lover"?"

The president is relatively calm, "I guess it must be "Flame", although the brushwork is a bit immature, but whether it is the meaning, the use of colors, and the composition, it is excellent, and it is impossible to draw without rich life experience. "

As he spoke, he glanced at the two professors, "It's definitely not something that your flowers living in the greenhouse can draw."

The staff handed over the list of winners with a smile, "The president is worthy of being the president, just guess it! It is indeed "Flame"!"

"Hahaha, let me just say, if you can't even get the first prize for this level of work, that's too much!" The president stroked his beard with one hand and raised his chin towards the two of them, "Look at it. , what did I say, there are many excellent painters in the society! There is no need for you to fight."

"Who said that the author of "Flame" is not a student of our school, but must be a painter in the society?" Yuan Changjiang was not convinced.

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