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Chapter 249: Forcing the issue

Wang Gensheng didn't know what was going on, but the ghostwriter of this traditional Chinese animation was almost decided on him.

"Did I miss something? What does this mean?"

"Junior brother, the Ministry of Education is preparing to make two animated films for children. One is called The Monkey King Makes Trouble in Heaven, and the other is Nezha Conquers the Dragon King..."

Listening to Senior Brother Liu talking endlessly, Wang Gensheng's heart was already in turmoil.

Wang Gensheng actually watched these two Chinese-style animations when he was a child, and they are absolutely classics.

Even the classic image of the Monkey King and the costume of little Nezha can still emerge in Wang Gensheng's mind.

"After your reminder, I feel more and more that I am capable of doing this job. Come on, draw two pictures for us to see."

I'm asking, are you forcing me to do something? Wang Gensheng could write a short essay about the complaints he was having.

However, looking at the look in his master's eyes and then at Senior Brother Liu's anxious look, Wang Gensheng could only sigh helplessly.

He walked to the master's desk and spread out a piece of rice paper in front of him.

Wang Gensheng twirled the brush in one hand, dipped it in ink, gently closed his eyes and began to conceive. He went over the classic image of the Monkey King in his mind several times, opened his eyes, and began to paint.

With just a few strokes, the image of a man standing proudly with a golden hoop in his hand and a long cloak fluttering in the wind behind him was sketched on the paper.

Senior Brother Liu's eyes sparkled with light!

"Junior brother, you are truly talented. These few strokes are truly wonderful." Senior Brother Liu was amazed by this simple ink painting.

Old Xu leaned over to look at it and nodded slightly. "Although this painting doesn't use many painting techniques, it does bring the image of the Monkey King to life on paper. It's not lifelike, but it's definitely lively. Great painting!"

To be worthy of being called a good painting by Mr. Xu is a result that many young people cannot obtain even after struggling for half their entire lives, and a height that is unattainable.

Senior Brother Liu exclaimed in admiration: "Junior brother, your talent is truly amazing. At such a young age, you have achieved such accomplishments and such understandings. Senior Brother can only sigh that he is inferior to you."

"Brother, are you flattering me again? You were invited by the senior leaders of the ministry to be with them. Your painting and calligraphy skills are definitely outstanding. I am not as good as you."

This is indeed the case. Wang Gensheng was only borrowing the successful experience of his predecessors. It was not his personal understanding. However, his words were regarded as modesty by his senior brothers and master.

"No, no, you don't have to be so modest. This painting is just a few strokes. Although it doesn't use too many painting techniques, it is precisely because of this that it can be drawn in large quantities and is perfect for making an animated film."

"If we really want to show all our skills on these few paintings, how long will it take to make a movie with tens of thousands of paintings each?"

After listening to this, Old Xu stroked his beard and nodded slightly, smiling and said, "What Hualin said is absolutely right, this matter is settled. Hualin will take this painting to report, and when it is approved by the higher-ups, you can go find your junior brother to do it."

"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher." Senior Brother Liu's face was slightly happy, and he immediately bowed to the master.

In this daze, Wang Gensheng was ganged up on by the two men and sold out.

Fortunately, this was just about painting and making movies. If Wang Gensheng had been persuaded by the two to write a book, he would definitely have become a public enemy among students for the next ten years and would have been skinned alive by the storm.

The next morning, Wang Gensheng was busy signing and approving documents in the steel rolling mill office. When he picked up his teacup to take a sip of tea, someone from the security department came outside.

"Chief Wang, Manager Yu from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative is here to see you again with a female comrade. They are waiting for you at the security department. Chief Wu asked me to come and ask if we should let them in."

Wang Gensheng slapped his forehead helplessly, and he knew that it seemed that this cheap student had come to him on his own initiative: "Okay, you can bring them in."

After sending the security officer out, Wang Gensheng sat down on the desk chair, feeling a headache.

I am so busy with work every day and now I have to run around three places: the steel mill, the street office, and the bakery. How can I have the time to take care of a student?

"Yimiao, are you sure that the master that Brother Liu found for you works in this steel mill?"

"Yes, that's what Teacher Liu said." The little girl answered in a low voice somewhat shyly.

"As far as I know, there is a student of Mr. Xu in this factory, but he is too young."

In the security department of the steel mill, a man and a woman were talking to each other like this.

A little girl with delicate features and long hair rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands and whispered again.

"I don't know either. That's what Teacher Liu said. He also said that the teacher he found for me is better than the teachers at the Academy of Fine Arts. Yesterday he showed me a painting of the Monkey King by that person. It was very lifelike!"

My father is a big leader in education, and my sister has seen a lot of calligraphy and paintings at home. The fact that Yu Yimiao can describe it is very vivid, which proves that the painting is indeed acceptable.

Brother Yu didn’t know much about this, but seeing his sister’s face full of admiration, he still took his sister to the steel mill obediently.

To be honest, Brother Yu didn't have much hope for this trip.

He couldn't even imagine that a group of burly steel workers in the steel mill, who didn't have any bookish air, how could they draw vivid and lifelike paintings?

Not to mention that even his own sister could praise him, I don’t know if Brother Wang can reach that level.

"Manager Yu, the two of you come with me. Section Chief Wang is too busy and can't come out for the time being. Let me take you there."

"Excuse me comrade, what should I call you?"

"Oh, Manager Yu, just call me Xiao Sun. That's what our Section Chief Wu calls me."

"Thank you, Comrade Xiao Sun. Were you talking about Section Chief Wang? Is he busy?" Yu Yimiao followed behind him and asked Xiao Sun for inside information.

"Yes, Section Chief Wang is not only in charge of purchasing pork for our factory, but I heard he also holds a position at the Street Office. He often runs back and forth between the two places, and he is so busy that he almost has no time to rest."

"That guy even opened a bakery for you. I don't think he has the time to teach you." Brother Yu whispered to himself, fearing that his sister would hear it and dampen her enthusiasm.

Following Xiao Sun from the Security Department, they chatted casually for a few words and came to Wang Gensheng's office again. After Xiao Sun brought the two people there, he went back to stand guard.

When the two men entered the room, they saw Wang Gensheng sitting at the desk, signing documents furiously. Brother Yu felt very uncomfortable. He pointed at Wang Gensheng and kept scolding him.

"Brother Wang, it's really you. I was saying that among the people in this steel mill who are knowledgeable about calligraphy and painting, you must be the best. But I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply! You can even be a teacher?"