The ups and downs of life in the Siheyuan

After the arrangements were made, everyone gathered in Lu Xingyu's room.

This spring's Canton Fair, a total of five people from the machinery factory came to the machine factory, including Lu Xingyu, Li Yuan, Ren Jia, Wang Hongxia and Cheng Wanbiao.

At this time, Cheng Wanbiao looked a little unhappy, "Although our booth this time is larger than last year and located near the stairs, it is still on the 6th floor."

"Where are the other eight?" Lu Xingyu asked.

“1家在2楼，4家在3楼，2家在4楼，1家在5楼。组委会说是他们不仅仅展出扳手，还有其他工业品。

Fuck, I went to see it all, other industrial products are just a gimmick, there is only one small corner, and the rest are just a series of wrenches."

After hearing this, everyone was filled with indignation and kept complaining about injustice.

"Okay, why did our factory have a short history and lack of influence? Fortunately, things have finally improved this year.

The conditions were so difficult last year, but we all achieved outstanding results. It will definitely be better this year! "

Lu Xingyu interrupted everyone's complaints and encouraged morale.

Early the next morning, Li Yuan was taken to a small conference room by the staff, where several people were sitting.

Four of them were dressed in obviously different styles. They were all in long robes and coats. They were all over 40 years old, and one of them had a full head of hair.

The four of them sat together, chatting and laughing.

When Li Yuan arrived, they just glanced at him and stopped paying attention.

Listening to their chat, Li Yuan knew that they were all famous contemporary artists with excellent wood carving skills.

One is from Kyoto, one is from Spring City, and two are from Shanghai.

They also came to participate in the Canton Fair, and five of them competed together, and the winner performed wood carving skills on behalf of the Canton Fair.

They chatted and complimented each other as if no one else was watching.

They are all complimenting each other, verbally praising each other for being shortlisted.

However, judging from their proud expressions, they must be duplicity.

Ten minutes later, the conference room door was pushed open.

A small cart was pushed by one person, followed by a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit and two old men.

The cart was covered with a piece of red silk cloth, and there were bulges underneath.

Several people came to the podium and sat down, and the trolley was placed under the podium.

The three of them excused themselves and patted the microphone in their Chinese tunic suits.

“Five artists, we have seen all your works, and we are also fortunate to have Professor Cao from the Central Academy of Fine Arts and President Zhang from the Shanghai Art Society.

Through our careful evaluation, we unanimously believe that Comrade Li Yuan wins."

After he finished speaking, he began to applaud, and others in the conference room followed suit.

The four artists looked confused. It was not any of them. Although they were applauding, they all looked dissatisfied.

He patrolled around, looking for Mr. Li Yuan.

At this time, Li Yuan stood up and bowed to Dalian.

The four of them looked ugly. How could they be so young and surpass them?

Looking at each other, one of them stood up suddenly.

"Dear leaders and experts, we want to know the criteria for your evaluation. Isn't it based on your work, but on your youth?"

The middle-aged official looked at the two old men and said with a smile: "It seems that you are right to insist on bringing Li Yuan's works."

He raised his hand to signal, and the staff gently lifted up the red silk.

Three wooden sculptures appeared in front of everyone, and four people stood up at the same time.

When they saw the three works, they quickly came to the cart.

Back and forth, in circles.

In the end, the four people all bowed their hands to the podium, turned around and left without even looking at Li Yuan.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop him, but was pulled back by an old man beside him.

"Comrade Li Yuan, do you have any idea of ​​studying at the Central Academy of Fine Arts?" said an old man with a smile on his face.

Li Yuanwei pondered, "Sorry, I don't want to take the artistic route yet."

The other party obviously knew Li Yuan, "Okay, if you have ideas in the future, you can come to me at any time. My name is Cao Bin, Wen Wu Bin."

"Thank you Professor Cao for your recognition. If I have the opportunity, I will learn from you."

The middle-aged man looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late, Comrade Li Yuan, you go put on your makeup first, and we will communicate in depth later when we have time."

A few people exchanged greetings, and Li Yuan was led by the staff to the dressing room.

When I came to the dressing room, I actually hired a makeup artist today.

It is said that he studied in Xiangjiang and is the head makeup artist of a song and dance troupe in Yangcheng.

Since it was the arrangement of the organizing committee, Li Yuan had no choice but to accept it.

After half an hour of application, Li Yuan looked in the small round mirror and almost died of fright.

Heavy foundation, scarlet blush, eye shadow and lipstick.

Li Yuan turned his head and looked at the female makeup artist who was looking at him proudly, without saying anything.

When I came to the basin, I poured some hot water, mixed it with cold water, and prepared to wash my face.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The makeup artist was anxious. He originally expected to be praised, but he didn't expect that the other person just glanced at him and ran to get the water.

Looking at his movements now, it looks like he is washing his face.

She couldn't bear it anymore, so she ran over and grabbed Li Yuan's arm.

"Men don't need to wear such heavy makeup!" Li Yuan stared into her eyes and said softly.

"What do you know, this is the latest fashion, I am a professional, you must listen to me."

"You think this looks good?"

"That's right! Take a look, doesn't it look very good?" She pulled Li Yuan's sleeve and asked around.

In fact, there are only four people here, a staff member from the organizing committee and a girl wearing a white gauze skirt who just came in.

The other two didn't know what to say, so they nodded slightly under the woman's aggressiveness.

"Look, 3:1, you have to listen to everyone else," the woman said in a high-pitched voice.

The movement here attracted others on the organizing committee.

A young man wearing myopic glasses and two other people walked in. Judging from his position, the young man with glasses should be the leader.

"Director He, please comment. I worked hard to put makeup on him. If he doesn't thank me, he will destroy it."

When the makeup artist saw that it was Director He from the Department of Commerce who came in, he immediately let go of Li Yuan and complained to the visitor.

Director He took a few steps forward, reached out his hand and shook hands with Li Yuan warmly.

"Comrade Li Yuan, you are very prestigious in Xiangjiang now. Recently, your work was re-auctioned, and the auction price was as high as US dollars.

This time, many people are coming for you."

When the makeup artist heard such remarks, his mouth opened wide and he did not dare to say anything else.

Li Yuan knew that this kind of re-shooting must be a hype, and it might also be suspected of money laundering.

He knows last year's level, and occasionally he has a flash of inspiration, and he can only say that it is acceptable.

The only excuse for capital to hype him up is probably because he is a mysterious oriental red artist.

Knowing that he could not run to Xiangjiang, the only external opportunity was the Canton Fair, and those works would be theirs.

After thinking about this, Li Yuan knew what to say at this time.

"It's all a false name. My main business is to design useful wrenches and cost-effective engines for the country. Engraving is just a hobby.

I will not let my hobbies affect my main business. Our country now needs people who actually make products."

His words once again shocked the makeup artist, who looked in disbelief.

She has stayed at China Resources for half a year and has also led a team for cultural exchanges, so she is very familiar with Hong Kong.

U.S. dollars was something she had never dared to think about in her life.