The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen started painting immediately. Before he was completely finished, everyone started applauding.

The shape of the entire hotel designed by Zhang Chen is like an open fan. The fan handle is the gate. In front is a small garden, and in the back is a large parking lot. At the end of the parking lot, near the village road, is a two-story building. The dormitory faces Yingbin Avenue and No. 1 Road. There are two single-arch bridges that can be accessed.

In this way, the entire place becomes an independent space without even a wall.

The fan-shaped hotel is located in the triangle area where Yingbin Avenue and No. 1 Road intersect. The semicircular fan shape not only echoes the large disc at the entrance of the development zone, but also is opposite the large disc from No. 1 Road and Yingbin Avenue. Looking over, you can see the large facade of the building, which has a beautiful shape.

Although the hotel only has three floors, behind it are farmland, vegetable fields and a stone market, which makes it very eye-catching and tall. The roofs on three sides are illuminated by neon lights, which can be seen from afar at night.

Here at the fan handle, at the entrance, is a glass ceiling that slopes to the second floor. Inside is the hotel's foyer. Such a foyer is very bright and bright inside, and can also be made into an exquisite garden similar to that of a star hotel. The style lobby is different from ordinary restaurants and hotels. This design can be described as unique.

"Not bad, not bad, little brother, the name of the hotel is very earthy, the food is very earthy, but the architectural design is very avant-garde and very fashionable. Such a combination of earthy and foreign is really good!" Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, was full of praise.

Liu Ligan looked at him and said, "Your Majesty, why do you have a richer vocabulary than me? Are you a screenwriter?"

Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, laughed, and Zhang Chen said: "When Brother Liu was sitting with Tsai Mingliang, Yang Dechang, Hou Hsiao-hsien and others, drinking tea and chatting, you, Liu Ligan, didn't know where you were."

"Really?" Liu Ligan shouted, "Your Majesty, then I really am blind to the mountains."

"It's also bragging. We are just sitting here and we are bragging in the same way." Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, said with a smile.

Zhang Chen's cell phone rang. Zhang Chen looked at it and saw that it was a call from Hupan Oil Painting Gallery. Zhang Chen had a pen in his hand. He told Xiao Zhao, "It's Zhao Xin. Please pick it up for me."

Xiao Zhao picked up the answer, said a few words, and asked Zhang Chen, Zhao Xin, the head of the Oil Painting Department of Gome, was there. She asked if you had time. If you had time, she would book a hotel and have dinner together in the evening.

Zhang Chen quickly said, yes, yes, let Zhao Xin order it.

Xiao Zhao talked to Zhao Xin and hung up the phone. Zhang Chen told Xiao Zhao that you should go together in the evening because there is something important.

Xiao Zhao was surprised and asked: "Should I go too? I don't know how to draw. Why should I go?"

"As for Xiaoshu, there are still a few months left, and Xiaoshu is going to take the professional exam of Gome." Zhang Chen said, Xiaozhao understood, and she said okay, then I must go.

"So soon, even Xiaoshu will go to college." Tan Shuzhen sighed.

"Do you think Xiangnan Elementary School is about to graduate?" Zhang Chen said, while Tan Shuzhen remained silent.

Zhang Chen finished drawing the effect of "Tuxiangyuan Hotel", and Liu Lipole took it over. He said, "Give me this. From now on, nothing will happen to you, it will all be Lao Tan's business."

Xu Wenhui also came back and handed the signed agreement to Xiao Zhao. Everyone was going back to the city. Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, was also going to their own factory in Xiasha. Liu Ligan and Tan Shuzhen left in Xu Wenhui's car. , Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao said, we have to go home first.

"What are you going home for?" Xiao Zhao asked.

"Go get Xiaoshu's work and I'll show it to the director. This way, he will have confidence in his mind." Zhang Chen said.

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Zhao Xin booked dinner in Zhang Shengji's box. When Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao arrived, Zhao Xin and the director had already arrived.

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao entered, and Zhao Xin introduced each other, shook hands, and said words that they had admired for a long time.

While waiting for the food, Zhang Chen opened the painting folder and showed Xiao Shu's work to the director. Zhao Xin had already told the director what he had said before. Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao did not need to elaborate. The director knew whose painting it was.

Zhang Chen brought over two sketches, two oil paintings, and one that Xiaoshu copied from Chen Danqing's painting in the art museum.

The director looked at each picture one by one and asked Zhang Chen, had Mr. Zhang changed this for him?

Zhang Chen said no.

The director nodded and continued to look at them. After reading them, he handed them back to Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen handed them to Xiao Zhao, who put them back in the folder.

"It should be said that we are very confident about the overall level of the candidates who have applied for the exam every year in the past few years. There will be no big surprises. Based on his ability, I can responsibly say that no matter how he takes the exam, it will not matter. , whoever will invigilate the exam will have no problem if they have passed the professional courses." said the director.

Xiao Zhao became excited when he heard it and said quickly: "Thank you, thank you, director!"

"It's just that you have to remind him not to stumble in the cultural class. If he can pass the cultural class, he will definitely have no problem getting into our department. If he fails the cultural class, he will have to go through some troubles. Mr. Zhang knows this .”

Zhang Chen made it clear that we must pay close attention to the cultural class.

The director asked Xiao Zhao: "Where is your brother?"

"Chongqing." Xiao Zhao said.

"Chongqing?" The director was a little confused and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you know Luo Zhongli?"

Zhang Chen said he knew him.

"Luo Zhongli is now the dean of Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts. The candidates are in Chongqing. Why don't they take the Sichuan Academy of Arts and Sciences exam? Based on his level, I think he can pass the professional line of Sichuan Academy of Arts and Sciences." The director said.

Sichuan Fine Arts is the Sichuan Fine Arts Institute. In Huangjueping, Chongqing, although Chongqing has become independent from Sichuan and became a municipality directly under the Central Government, the Sichuan Fine Arts Institute in Chongqing did not change its name to Chongqing Fine Arts Institute. Instead, it has always retained the name of Sichuan Fine Arts. The name of the academy is largely due to the fact that Sichuan Fine Arts Institute has become so famous since entering the new era.

The Oil Painting and Printmaking Departments of the Sichuan Fine Arts Institute started with the "Scar Art" in the late 1970s, with Gao Xiaohua, Cheng Conlin, and Zhu Yiyong, to Luo Zhongli and He Duoling who emerged when "local realism" painting appeared in the 1980s, and then Zhou Chunya, Zhang Xiaogang and Ye Yongqing all use the word "continuous flow" to describe the oil painters of the entire Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts.

It can be said that they supported half of the Chinese oil painting industry during this period, and no other school can overshadow them.

For a student studying oil painting, it should be a natural thing to choose the Oil Painting Department of Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts. How could he abandon Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts and go to the China Academy of Art in Hangzhou? To be honest, Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts is still good at Chinese painting, and the oil painting department is among the best in China. The status of the domestic art world is far inferior to that of the Sichuan Academy of Fine Arts, so it is not surprising that the director was confused.

What's more, Zhang Chen also knew Luo Zhongli. As the owner of Zhang Chen's Lakeside Oil Painting Gallery, it should be said that everyone in the entire art world would give him some face.

Zhang Chen and the director said: "The main thing is that his two sisters are in Hangzhou and can take care of him..."

The director nodded and understood. The main reason is that he has such a brother-in-law in Hangzhou. The brother-in-law also has the Lakeside Oil Painting Gallery. This is a unique advantage. With the Lakeside Oil Painting Gallery, he can quickly establish contact with colleagues at home and abroad. Those who studied painting in the past didn't care about these things and just immersed themselves in painting. But in recent years, this has become more and more important.

The era of immersing yourself in creation has passed. A painter must not only be able to draw, but also be able to speak. Not only must he be able to speak, but he must also have someone who can help you promote it. And here in Zhang Chen, there is a shortcut and ability for people to become famous quickly.

When the food was served, Zhang Chen picked up the glass and toasted the director first, and Xiao Zhao accompanied him. Xiao Shu's matter was settled.

What followed was drinking and chatting. The director smiled and said to Zhang Chen, Mr. Zhang, do you know that you are quite famous in our department? Do you know why?

"Because of the Lakeside Oil Painting Museum?" Zhang Chen asked.

The director smiled mysteriously, shook his head and said no.

"No?" Zhang Chen was surprised, "Then why, I haven't even studied in your school for a day."

"Yes, you haven't read it, but you have passed the exam. You still remember this," the director said.

Zhang Chen quickly smiled and said: "I'm ashamed, I didn't pass the exam."

"Actually, the fact that you didn't pass the exam has a big impact in our school. You ranked first in professional courses, but because you failed the cultural courses, you couldn't be admitted. Many teachers felt it was a pity." The director said, "You may not know that at that time Dean Xiao Feng also fought for you, hoping that you could be specially recruited, but he failed."

Zhang Chen was surprised and said: "I really don't know about this. At that time, I didn't understand anything. I just felt that I didn't pass the exam if I didn't. I didn't expect that there would be so many things later. I really didn't know. Thank you Mr. Xiao."

The director smiled and said: "I have used the works you made during the color test for several years in the classroom."

Zhang Chen quickly said goodbye: "Thank you, thank you, for making the teacher laugh."

"What are you kidding about? The effect is very good." The director said, "Some students who have just come in are awesome and do not know what the world is like. I will show them your paintings and tell them not to think that they are the proud ones just after they come in." , look, this is the work of a failed student, how do you compare to him? After they saw it, they immediately became honest."

As the director said, everyone laughed, and Zhang Chen blushed. He thought about the time when he was painting portraits by the West Lake, and the students from the Academy of Fine Arts flashed their school badges to grab their jobs. He said to himself, in the end, this is not what happened to these people. The pride of heaven was ridiculed.

After eating, we parted in the parking lot below. Zhang Chen, Xiao Zhao, and Zhao Xin sent the director to the car. The three of them stood there. Zhao Xin said, Boss, I never thought you would have such a glorious experience?

"It's not glorious, it's just painful." Zhang Chen said.

Zhao Xin chuckled: "When you just heard what the director said, boss, did you feel a little proud?"

"I think it's a bit." Xiao Zhao said with a smile.

Zhang Chen said: "I was scared. To be honest, I didn't care that much about whether I was admitted to Zhejiang University of Technology. I just didn't expect that there were so many kind people helping me. I was a little touched. "

Xiao Shu's matter was settled in her heart. On the way back, Xiao Zhao felt very happy.

"Culture class, culture class." Zhang Chen reminded her, "I was kicked out of the culture class back then, so be careful. I wasn't worried about Xiaoshu's professional classes. What I was worried about was his culture class. "

Xiao Zhao thought for a while and said: "Either let him come here early and let Xiaofang test his cultural class to see how he is. If it doesn't work, let Xiaofang give him some supplements. In Chongqing, my parents don't You know, it’s okay to just listen to what he said.”

Zhang Chen said okay, that's it, you might as well give him a leave from school.

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