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

"It's impossible! Such touching works cannot be drawn by your students who haven't left the campus and have no social experience!"

The chairman is firm.

"Sometimes, talent is more important than social experience! There are many people with experience in society, but how many can really be called painters?"

Yuan Changjiang didn't take it seriously. He always insisted on the theory of natural talent, believing that students with talent are more likely to succeed than students without talent.

Now, Fang Desheng is more calm and persuaded, "I said that there is no need for the two of you to argue about this. Since the results of the awards have come out, can't you just look at the list? Is it necessary to fight for this?"

"I said Lao Fang, this prize is definitely not a student of your school, but you ended up feeling relaxed and at ease, and you still have the heart to be a peacemaker."

Yuan Changjiang glared at him angrily.

Fang Desheng pursed his lips and gasped from his nostrils, but didn't say a word. Even if he wanted the students to compete, he would only go for the second and third prizes. As for the first prize, he was really only dreaming. Time to imagine.

Just now, he was just stubborn, and he competed with Yuan Changjiang. If he really said he won the first prize, he really had no confidence at all.

Moreover, he also admired the painting "Flame" very much at the time. He knew all the talented students in the school, and he had seen, evaluated and pointed out their works.

They are indeed very talented children, but it is almost impossible to win this first prize in the talented oil painting competition.

Fang Desheng glared back, "Old man Yuan! Don't be complacent. I admit that the students of our school are not ready to win the first prize, so can the students of your school be allowed?"

"That's natural! My students are different from the students in your school! The students in our school are all taught by me carefully. Your school is not good, but it does not mean that our school is not good! Let me tell you, the first prize this time. , it belongs to our school, and the title of the National Academy of Fine Arts is naturally also our school.”

Yuan Changjiang was very proud.

"Hmph, you old fellow, don't you think too much of other painters in the society?" The president hummed coldly, then looked at the list of winners with a smile on his face, "Jiang Mu, this looks like a spiritual person. My child! To be able to paint such a deep and emotional painting as "Flame" has definitely experienced pain and ups and downs."

Director Yuan frowned, grabbed the award list, frowned tightly, and muttered to himself, "How is it possible? When did China have such a powerful painter?"

"I've never heard of this person. President, you have a lot of knowledge and know many talented painters in the society. Have you heard of this person?"

The president is happy, "I don't know, I haven't heard of her, but it doesn't matter, after today, it is estimated that many people will know her."

He looked at Yuan Changjiang, "What's the matter? Am I right? If you can paint a work that touches your heart like "Flame", you will definitely not be a student. Now you should believe it, right?"

Yuan Changjiang bit his lower lip hard and took a deep breath. Although he really didn't want to see such a situation, it had already happened, and it wasn't because he didn't believe it.

Fang Desheng was also very happy. During his years as a professor, in terms of educating students, he was beaten and beaten by the opponent every time. As long as he bumped into Yuan Changjiang, he never won.

As long as there is Yuan Changjiang, he must be the second child, but if he takes the first place and comes out on top, it must be because Yuan Changjiang is not there.

Now, the first prize of the oil painting competition has been won by a little-known painter in society, and he is naturally happy.

Being overwhelmed by painters in the society is better than being overwhelmed by Yuan Changjiang. Now that Zhemei has really changed its name and became the National Academy of Fine Arts, where will CAFA’s face go?

"I said, Lao Yuan, you don't need this expression either. Look at it. People make mistakes and horses make mistakes. Your school doesn't necessarily take the first place every time. You always have to give others some opportunities. After you go back, you can supervise Let’s take a look at the students of your school, practice hard on weekdays, study hard, and work hard to improve.”

Fang Desheng persuaded with a smile, venting all the anger that was ridiculed by the other party in the past.

Yuan Changjiang snorted coldly, and his originally unhappy expression became more and more depressed, "You are right, my students just made a mistake this time in the game. This is the first time I encountered such a thing, I really didn't accept it. As a result, my experience is still too shallow compared to yours."

"I really envy you. Having a group of students like this can allow you to accumulate such rich experience and allow you to accept the results so quickly every time you learn."

This yin and yang is weird, and at first glance, it looks like an old yin and yang person.

Fang Desheng blushed a little with anger, and snorted coldly, "You don't have to be envious, just treat this as just the beginning, and you will get used to it in the next time."

"That doesn't matter. It's not very good to take the first place every time. Just like you said, we always have to give others some opportunities. Anyway, we have won the first place too many times. As much as the second one, I also feel a little tired, and it's good to try the others."

A smile appeared on Yuan Changjiang's face again, "In contrast, you really have to work hard. If I remember correctly, when our school was there, you haven't won the first place, right?"

Fang Desheng gritted his teeth and was so angry that he was powerless to refute.

Yuan Changjiang glanced at him and sneered, "So, you should focus more on your students, don't stare at me, it's like you can win by staring at me."

The staff was dumbfounded, "It's not three, have you misunderstood something? This Jiang Mu is not a member of society, but a student. He is only 19 years old this year."

"Student?" The three of them said in unison, looking at the staff in surprise.

The worker nodded, "That's right, maybe she was in a hurry when she signed up and forgot to add the school's name. We only found out when we checked later."

"From your school?" Fang Desheng and Yuan Changjiang turned their heads at the same time, looked at each other, and asked questions at the same time, with the same puzzled expressions.

No need to answer, the two already have the answer, neither.

"Which school does Jiang Mu belong to? Is there any other school in China that can compare to CAFA and Zhemei?" Yuan Changjiang asked Fang Desheng's question.

The staff was also a little stunned, "Isn't it, Professor Fang, the data shows that Jiang Mu is a student of your CAFA, don't you know?"

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