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It seems that the studio may really be vacating this time.

As usual, Fang Chen started to pack up his personal belongings and packed them into cartons.

Although the things are scattered, there are not many things put together - a laptop and some miscellaneous items - a cardboard box is enough to hold it. When you hand over the keys, you can pick up the cardboard box and lift your legs to walk.

In fact, there is nothing difficult.

However, I painted a few more oil paintings during this period.

It’s also my fault that I am short of hands, so I come here to draw whenever I have some time. I came here several times to paint on weekends.

It’s easy to leave the studio, but what to do with these oil paintings that are not yet dry?

Be sure to arrange them first this time and not make the same mistakes again.

In the studio, Fang Chen looked worried at these oil paintings.

Just at this moment, a phone call came.

"Fang Chen," it turned out to be Wei Xiuyun, the department director, "there's something that needs help from a unit in the same system. It's very good there. I recommended you. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, you go to Dean He's office. If Dean He wants to talk to you, just agree and don't mention anything else or anything irrelevant."

"Oh, that's it, okay."

Turning off the phone, Fang Chen seemed to understand.

"Don't call her, she won't be able to stay for a few days anyway." Wan Fangfang's words rang in her ears again. Someone also said jokingly a few days ago, "Congratulations on finding another job!" It seems that they knew about this matter earlier than the person involved.

"These people are really idle. Why are they always staring at me?" I am the last one to know about my own affairs. This is somewhat unpleasant. However, after thinking about it: "It's better to leave here and at least change the environment." , people move living trees to move dead ones.”

Fang Chen sighed helplessly and looked up at the oil paintings that were not yet dry in front of him. Hey, these oil paintings were a problem. He really didn't have room to put them at home. The painting is not dry yet, so it cannot be given away.

It's all my fault, I can't control my hands, so I just draw when I have some time. This is not a painting at all, it’s just a lot of trouble!

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, in Dean He's office.

Dean He was very polite. After asking Fang Chen to sit down, he started chatting in random words, "I read one of your papers, and it was the one about garden colors."

"Yes, there is such a paper, published in "Garden"." Fang Chen answered respectfully.

“I thought it was well written, so I recommended it to the Forestry Ministry’s website.”

"Well, thank you very much. I'll go back and have a look." Fang Chen had an awkward smile on his face, feeling a little at a loss. It’s so surprising that a leader suddenly values ​​me so much! My brain is not working. I know in my heart that I should say more, but I don't know what to say.

Dean He said calmly: "Your department must have informed you that you will be seconded to another unit to help, but the salary file is still here."

Fang Chen nodded cautiously, indicating that he understood.

Dean He continued: "Actually, the work there is also very simple, just serving tea and water, answering phone calls, and running errands. But this work cannot be underestimated. There, we must be active and willing to work hard, and we must bring into full play the relationship between the college and the grassroots The bonding effect.”

Fang Chen looked at Dean He with some confusion, wondering in his heart: What kind of job is this? company name? Place? Why didn't anyone say anything?

Dean He stopped talking, looked at Fang Chen carefully, and suddenly asked: "You don't have any classes this semester, right?"

"There are classes." Fang Chen replied simply.

"Oh? Are there any classes?" Dean He asked strangely.

"There are three classes of art classes." Fang Chen answered affirmatively.

"Then this won't work. You can go back first."

Fang Chen was inexplicable and walked away confused.

Why doesn't this work?

How come leaders change their minds faster than ordinary people?

What about Jun Wuxiyan as promised?

How do you explain it to Director Wei?

"Just agree, don't mention anything else, don't mention anything irrelevant." Director Wei's words are still ringing in my ears.

Don't mention anything else, don't mention anything irrelevant. ——Fang Chen thought sadly, I didn't mention anything, but when Dean He asked if there were any classes this semester, of course I had to answer truthfully. It can't be said that I took the initiative to mention irrelevant things, right?

What a hassle!

When I returned to the department, I went directly to report to Director Wei, but he was not there.

I couldn't see Director Wei for the next few days.

It was as if the secondment had never happened.

Even the matter of withdrawing from the studio has ceased and is silent.

Life has returned to tranquility.

Fang Chen was the only one who was thinking secretly and had no clue.

But she soon became happy again. It was good that she could draw secretly again!

That painting that is not yet dry is just right. I will give it to Dean He if I have a chance in the future! Didn't Dean He recommend his paper to the website of the Ministry of Forestry? I would like to express my gratitude.