The actor's little flirt is an all-around boss

at the same time.

Fossey over there.

He wanted to go back to the office quickly, contact Fang Hanlin, the president of the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Painting Association, and ask about Jiang Nan's situation.

Unexpectedly, not long after arriving at the office, there will be one thing after another.

After all these things were dealt with, he finally had time to spare.

"Where is the work contact letter that recorded the contact information of the Global Painting Association?" Fossey asked the assistant.

The assistant rummaged through the files at the bottom, finally found the work contact letter, and handed it to Fuxi.

"Deputy curator, here."

The assistant thought of Fossey entering the office in a hurry, and asked:

"Which master do you want to contact, I will find his contact information."

Fu Xi raised his eyelids slightly, "Fang Hanlin of Huaxia."

"President Fang, here is his contact information."

The assistant flipped through several pages of the work contact letter, then stopped on a certain page and pointed to a string of mobile phone numbers.

"Thank you." Fu Xi nodded, quite surprised, "You are quite familiar with the contact information of Fang Hanlin."

There is a thick pile of work contact letters, more than 100 pages at least.

Although there is sorting by country, it is not easy to search blindly without looking at the directory.

When the assistant heard this, the expression on his face was a bit complicated, his eyebrows moved imperceptibly, and he sighed heavily.

"Deputy curator, you forgot, this year's World Painting Competition, Huaxia won a gold medal, and I have called Chairman Fang a lot."

Speaking of this incident, Fuxi also recovered some memories.

Compared with the paintings of other countries, Huaxia's traditional Chinese painting pursues the expression of will and emotion more, does not emphasize direct realism, and pays more attention to spiritual charm.

Seek its painting by spirit and charm, then the shape seems to be in the middle.

It is precisely because of this that it is extremely difficult to innovate the artistic style of traditional Chinese painting.

On the contrary, other countries are constantly innovating in nucleation, and have repeatedly achieved good results in the World Painting Competition.

I thought that Huaxia's traditional Chinese painting would continue to decline, but I never expected that a Chinese god-level master would appear in this World Painting Competition.

The founder of Yeyi Pai, with a single word [Jiang] on his name badge.

With a crushing attitude, he directly won this year's gold award.

While they were amazed by the exhibition hall, they also wanted to invite this master to exchange and study.

With the utmost respect of all the staff in the exhibition hall, the assistant made several phone calls to President Fang Hanlin of the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Painting Association.

The replies I got were ridiculous——

"I'm sorry, Master Jiang really doesn't have time."

"Her schedule is really full."

"No, no, I really didn't make excuses. You may not believe it, Chinese painting is her part-time job, and she has her own main business."

"You ask her what her main job is, that's too much. Singing and dancing, saving lives and healing the wounded..."

"I'm not kidding."

"You said the gold award ceremony. She doesn't like honors, but only money."

……

Fu Xi pinched the bridge of his nose, "China has produced many masters this year, first there was the founder of the Yeyi School, and then there was Jiang Nan."

He paused, then saved Chairman Fang Hanlin's phone number in the phone, and continued:

"However, is Fang Hanlin confused? The vice president chooses a little girl, but not the founder of the Yeyi faction."

The more he pondered, the more curious Fu Xi became about Jiang Nan.

Without further delay, he made a direct phone call.

When Fang Hanlin saw the foreign number, he hesitated for a moment before answering it.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be Fu Xi.

After Fuxi simply said hello, he went straight to the point, "President Fang, Jiang Nan is the vice president of the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Painting Association?"

Fang Hanlin didn't know why, thinking that Fu Xi questioned Jiang Nan's ability, and tried his best to search for some good adjectives in his mind,

"Yes. Ms. Jiang is very powerful, and she has a high attainment in traditional Chinese painting. The election of her as the vice president was also discussed by our painting association and passed unanimously."

As soon as these words came out, the doubts in Fossey's mind became more serious.

"If I remember correctly, Huaxia produced a founder of the Wild School this year. No matter how powerful Jiang Nan is, can he compare to this master?"

When Fuxi said these words, his tone was even filled with righteous indignation.

I'm complaining about the founder.

After hearing Fuxi's words, Fang Hanlin opened his mouth rarely, not knowing what to say.

silence.

It was a long silence.

After a long time, Fuxi was about to have an illusion. Fang Hanlin felt guilty and grabbed Fang Hanlin's braid by himself.

Then, I heard Fang Hanlin's faint but firm voice, "You said, is it possible that Ms. Jiang Nanjiang is the founder of Yeyi School?"

It was as if thunder was exploding in my ears.

Through the radio, Fang Hanlin's voice was so clear, so clear that it was deafening.

The expression on Fossey's face changed and changed, and he took a deep breath.

The phone slipped from his fingertips and hit the table with a dull, "boom".

He picked it up again in a hurry.

The voice was stuttering, "So the one who won the gold medal in the World Painting Competition this year is Jiang Nan?"

Fang Hanlin nodded calmly, "Yes."

Fossey's fingers trembled slightly.

Jiang Nan is only 19 years old.

It has actually created a new genre of Chinese traditional Chinese painting.

How could there be such a terrifying person in the world.

He made sure again, "You're talking about the idol Jiang Nan, right?"

Fang Hanlin: "Yes."

Fossey: "..."

In Fuxi's silence, Fang Hanlin continued to speak aggrievedly: "When I called before, I said that painting is only her side job, and she has a lot of main jobs. You call me bullshit."

Fossey: "..."

Next to him, he accidentally heard the assistant who was in the process: "..."

What the hell, who would have thought that the master of painting would not paint well, but even ran to the stage to sing and dance.

Practice makes perfect, and diligence makes up for one's weakness.

Which painting master didn't hold a paintbrush all day long to improve himself?

There is still time to be an idol?

Does she think she is a god?

Well, Jiang Nan is indeed a god.

Fuxi was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "I see, thank you."

"Director Fu, why did you suddenly ask me about Jiang Nan?" Fang Hanlin boldly guessed, "Did she blow your heart?"

Fossey's eyes flashed.

At this moment, he has completely lost his domineering posture.

Ask humbly.

"What do you mean by that?"

Fang Hanlin pressed his heart, his eyes glowed faintly, and he looked like someone who had come here, "Jiang Nan has a title in China called 'Big Demon King', and another title called 'Blasting Master'."

"?"

"You can understand it literally. Ms. Jiang's normal performance is basically to be scary. The choreography circle, the music arrangement circle, the singing and dancing circle, the painting circle, no matter what circle, as long as she wants to play, this circle will explode. "

Fossey: "..."

Fuxi coughed twice, "President Fang, I'm not that timid."

Fang Hanlin: "No, you are timid."

Fossey: "..."

Confused and hung up the phone.

Fu Xi was really shocked by Jiang Nan's real identity, and took several sips of cold water to relax.

Only then did he raise his head and ask the assistant who had shocked Hun Erfei, "The third round should be over now, go ask Jiang Nan's score."

The assistant patted himself on the face and forced himself to calm down before going to inquire about the news.

Just went out.

Fuxi stopped him, "Don't ask, I'll go to the foreign hall to see it myself."

---

outside hall.

The director of "Global Idol" arranged for several follow-up shooters to go to the inner hall.

As for the others to start finishing the show.

The director was still thinking about something, and asked the person in charge of field affairs, "Now that the game is over, can Jiang Nan have any special identity to say?"

The person in charge of the scene took out the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill that he had just bought at the pharmacy, and placed it in front of the director.

director:"???"

Who is this looking down on?

The person in charge of the scene didn't care how weird the director's expression was, and said word by word: "You know the painting association, right?"

Director: "Who doesn't know this, the ceiling organization of paintings."

Field manager: "Yes, Jiang Nan is on this ceiling."

The director was stunned for a moment, "You mean Jiang Nan is a member of the Painting Association?"

This is nothing unusual.

Ripple is also a member of the Wuzhou Painting Association.

"Yes, and no." The person in charge of field affairs blinked his eyes, and the emotion on his face was a little tense, "She is the vice president of the Huaxia Painting Association."

The director swallowed.

did not speak.

Tremblingly, he went to get the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill on the table.

---

5 minute later.

The director who didn't slow down came out to blow the air, and the person in charge of the scene also followed slowly.

Just in time to meet Fossey.

Fuxi nodded towards the director, then went straight to the judges' area, aiming at Jiang Nan's ink painting.

The old painter who was a judge also knew Fu Xi, and happily introduced him, "We gave it a full score."

Fossey moved his fingers.

The old painter compared a finger, "Jiang Nan, this little girl, just painted for an hour."

Fossey rested his hands on the table behind him.

The old painter's voice was calm and heavy: "Unfortunately, the maximum drawing paper is only eight inches, this little girl has no place to play, and can only sleep for the rest of the journey."

Fossey's heart skipped a beat twice.

In a trance.

Wrong wrong.

He is really timid.

The heart is not good either.

Jiang Nan's eight-foot ink painting can make his heart beat wildly.

One hour, eight feet of ink painting.

How did you draw it.

He prides himself on his talent for painting, and practiced diligently every day, but he couldn't draw a high-quality eight-foot ink painting in an hour.

He has worked hard enough, and Jiang Nan is bad enough.

No need to compare.

He knew he had lost.

"Fu Xi, are you okay?" The old painter waved his finger in front of Fu Xi, "We just got over it, and later let it go. In this era, there are too many dark horses."

Fuxi pursed his lips and said, "She's not a dark horse. You know that the founder of Huaxia Yeyi School showed up and won a gold medal."

He paused for three seconds before completing the second half of the sentence, "Jiang Nan is the founder of the Wild School."

Old painter: "???"

Everyone: "???"

Next to him, the director who finally recovered and his heart began to beat wildly said, "???"

He was so skilled that it made people feel distressed, and he took out a quick-acting heart-relief pill and put it in his mouth.

The person in charge of field affairs also touched in his pocket and found out the air.

He fell silent.

Suxiao Jiuxin pills were very expensive, so he only bought three pills.

He ate one.

The fragile director ate two.

Now he has no medicine.

Three seconds later, he said slowly, "Director, I shouldn't have given you all the medicine I bought."

director:"?"

The person in charge of field affairs held his heart, "I should keep the medicine and take it by myself, and let you be sent to the ICU to lie down. I will pick you up from the ICU after Jiang Nan leaves."

director:"???"

This is too much!

The same people who have fallen in the end of the world, are the people whose hearts were blown by Jiang Nan.

How can you be so unfriendly!