After lunch, Yang Fan and a few colleagues went to the canteen of the unit to eat, coming and going, and many people greeted Yang Fan politely, which made Yang Fan unable to adapt for a while.

Xiao Li squeezed his eyebrows on the side, "Amazing, Teacher Xiao Yang, your big name has now spread all over our unit, aren't you very excited?"

"No...... My heart is as calm as a pool of stagnant water!" Yang Fan pretended to be profound, and Liu Guang directly mended the knife on the side, saying: "Where is this stagnant water, this is simply a vast ocean, is there it?"

"Hey, I said, great news, brothers!" Brother Ji roared coldly, and the other people, who were also idle and had nothing to do, turned their heads together.

"Look at the official Weibo of the Ancient City Writers Association, now, Teacher Xiao Yang is amazing!"

"What are you doing with that thing?"

"If you want to see it, you can see it, great news!"

Everyone took their mobile phones and went on Weibo, and two minutes later, Xiao Li exclaimed, "I'll go, the ancient capital writers' association is finally not blind, and I know that our teacher Xiao Yang is amazing!"

Things are actually very simple, Yang Fan has become popular again in the past few days, and the Ancient Capital Writers Association can't bear the pressure.

If you want to talk about a large mobile phone company, that's all, they are government departments after all, and they can't bird it. However, Yang Fan's public service advertisement for the Ministry of Environmental Sanitation to prevent smog has the color of the government.

And now there is a small rumor circulating on the Internet, saying that the Ministry of Environmental Protection will award Yang Fan a pioneer medal, and if Yang Fan gets this medal, then the matter is really a big deal.

Yang Fan actually knows very well in his heart, why they are loose at this juncture, sometimes some gossip, dieting is the most accurate news.

The Ancient Capital Writers Association finally relented, and in the latest Weibo, the list of candidate members was announced, and Yang Fan's name was prominently included in it.

Yang Fan flipped through his Weibo by the way, and found that there were many fans @ himself, and there was laughter on Weibo fans.

"I'll go, Mr. Yang should have joined the Writers' Association a long time ago, these guys used to have no eyes, but now they are finally relieved!"

"According to me, these guys are still afraid, Mr. Yang is now wrapped in the title of ambassador of the Ministry of Environmental Protection, and now he is in the limelight, if at this time, Mr. Yang posts something on the Internet, they are unlucky. ”

"However, I always feel that this matter is not so simple, these people from the Ancient City Writers' Association are not so easy to talk to, right?"

No matter what these people are thinking, Yang Fan actually didn't plan to move them, although these people with their tails in the sky can't write anything, but he really doesn't want to provoke the opponent, he is now doing a line and destroying a line, when he thinks that he was kicked out of the broadcasting circle, so many people want to fix themselves, Yang Fan feels a little sad.

"Hey, Mr. Xiao Yang, you see, the Ancient Capital Writers Association sent a message again, saying that he wanted Mr. Xiao Yang to participate in the Ancient Capital Painting Competition, and also sent an invitation. ”

"Ah, painting competition, you can't be mistaken!" Liu Guang was slightly stunned, they knew that Teacher Xiao Yang had both poetry and poetry, but this thing had nothing to do with painting, what did they want Teacher Xiao Yang to do in the past?

Yang Fan clicked on the Weibo and roughly browsed it, only to know that this so-called painting competition turned out to be a regular activity of the Ancient City Writers Association, which would be held within a fixed time.

You say that the people in it are all writing articles, but it can manage other people's paintings, not only paintings, but even the so-called calligraphy association is also a branch of this writers' association.

This world is very magical, at least in the ancient city of the Writers' Association, has a lot of civil rights, except for the local music association, which can compete with it, and the other organizations are dependent on these two big organizations.

Seeing this, Yang Fan suddenly remembered that the Huaxia Music Association seemed to be recruiting himself as a member before, and the hot-tempered old man Hu was quite optimistic about him, but by mistake, he was forced to abandon the singer industry and turn to the host, and now he is indeed doing a good job, but looking back on that time, I still feel that time is a little wasted.

The Ancient City Painting Contest will be held in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, and Yang Fan can roughly get a glimpse of some of the meanings from the location where this event is held.

The location of the painting competition was set up in a university auditorium next to the Ancient Capital Writers' Association, and the distance between the two was very close, which naturally meant that it was not for outsiders.

Yang Fan continued to look down and found that this event was quite formal, not only the director of the Education Bureau participated, but even the president of the Ancient Capital Writers Association, who saw the head and the end of the dragon, would actually be present.

Not only that, Yang Fan also found a person from these lists, his name is Zhou Yi, a cadre of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television.

Of course, if it is a painting competition, there must be corresponding judges. The artists association in the ancient city exists in name only, and there are no very famous painters here, so the influence of this association is naturally very weak.

But weak is weak, better than nothing, and this time, the Ancient Capital Writers Association also spent a lot of money to invite a very famous master of Chinese painting from Linxing Province as the chief judge of this time.

In ancient China, the painting industry was most famous for ink painting and Chinese painting. In the West, these things are called fine arts, mainly oil paintings and drawings.

Yang Fan is not deeply involved in this industry, but it is definitely not shallow, at least he still understands some relevant knowledge.

When Yang Fan was in high school, he liked a female classmate, he was an art student, in order to have something to talk to other girls, this guy cut back on food and clothing, and bought a lot of painting books.

In fact, art should be understood from two aspects, that is, the significance of art to individuals and society.

Yang Fan feels that this is very accurate, although the entertainment industry is very mature in the world he lives in, but the development of traditional literature has also reached a realm of perfection.

The masters of Chinese painting also have a high status in the world.

In the past, such a painting competition is impossible to hold so grandly, generally just find a small gymnasium, and then call a few unnamed "masters", go there to guide and guide, the contestants are generally not famous, and the prizes are naturally not rich.

But this time it's different, I chose the auditorium of Gudu University, and this nature is actually different.

In addition, it is supported by the Education Bureau, and the official atmosphere is strong enough, so for a while, it has attracted the attention of many people.

Yang Fan looked at the invitation list above, and some familiar people were on the list.

He didn't even know why these people wanted to go. You all write things, can you still draw?

Even Yang Fan was a little worried in his heart, where would he know how to paint, the things he learned were not even a fart in front of those professional people.

Then Yang Fan looked at the list of participants below, and the whole person was almost about to vomit blood.

When did Lao Tzu say that he was going to compete, you belong to chasing ducks to the shelves, do you know?

Yang Fan was holding a breath of anger in his head, he thought that he was invited to be the host, or a judge or something, if it was the worst, Yang Fan felt that this audience could also compromise.

But, what the hell did you meow, and you actually put yourself on top of the contestants?

What do you want to do, do you want to be a prostitute?

Yang Fan jumped to his feet angrily and said angrily: "These people are sick, when did I say that I was going to participate in this painting competition, why didn't anyone ask for my opinion?"

You said that if he could draw, according to this guy's temperament of being in the limelight, he didn't need to say it, he would go by himself.

However, at his level, he is just a beginner. Isn't it a shame to go!

Thinking of this, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly found that this Xiao Li didn't know what was going on, and he looked like a thief.

Yang Fan didn't think about it, his eyes stared at him directly, until he looked at this guy a little hairy, he swallowed and told the reason for this matter.

It turned out that when everyone went to eat together at noon, Xiao Li didn't go because his girlfriend brought him food.

At this moment when he was eating, someone from the Ancient Capital Writers' Association called him and said that he wanted to invite Yang Fan to participate in a competition.

The other party didn't say what the competition was, so he asked Yang Fan if he participated in it, Xiao Li has now completely become a diehard fan of Yang Fan, and the other party is also yin and yang, he couldn't be angry for a while, so he responded to this matter.

Just saw that Yang Fan's name was on it, and he was panicked, who would have thought that this dignified association would be able to use such indiscriminate means.

When everyone heard Xiao Li say this, they were all very angry, this was simply coercion and temptation, and it was too much.

"Teacher Yang Fan, if you don't go, these people will definitely stumble you. Liu Guang said very rationally, and said again: "In the list of participants this time, there is a teacher of my classmate, oh, I forgot to mention, my classmate majored in art in college, and his teacher is a professor of Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts." ”

Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts, the holy place of these art students. If you have to describe it, it is equivalent to the Central Media University in the minds of Yang Fan and others.

Yang Fan frowned, these people are really too yin, he can not go, but the consequence is that he will be hyped up by these guys, what kind of cowardly deserter, it will definitely become commonplace.

Although it is said that the eyes of the masses are bright, there is also an ancient saying in Huaxia, that is, a good tiger can't stand a pack of wolves, although he has many fans, he offends more people.

If they have this reason and take the opportunity to step on themselves, then they will not be the only ones who flock to them.

Yang Fan scolded and scolded, and when he was struggling, he suddenly slapped his head, he was almost stupid, didn't he just draw some painting experience book in the morning, didn't this just come in handy!

While he was thinking about it, the landline in the office suddenly clanged.

Everyone's eyes turned to Yang Fan, Yang Fan walked over and picked up the phone, and a very sweet voice came from the other side, "Hello, is it Teacher Yang Fan?"

"Yes, I'm Yang Fan, what's the matter?" Yang Fan's tone was a little unkind, and he felt a little angry in his heart.

"That's right, I'm Xiaowen from the Education Bureau, we're now collecting a list of contestants, you need to send your photo, as well as a copy of your ID card and a series of other things, by fax, so that we can print and distribute the card, after the printing is completed, our special staff will personally send the card to you, do you have anything else to ask?"

Yang Fan could only say something helplessly, "I don't have any problems." ”

"Okay, I won't bother you, the teacher is busy!"

Hung up the phone, Xiao Li looked at Yang Fan with an apologetic expression, he was very guilty now, the causes and consequences of this matter, and some possible consequences, he had just thought about it for a long time, he already had some ideas, and he also knew that he was likely to cause a big disaster to Yang Fan, and now he felt very uncomfortable.

At this point, even if you say anything more, it's useless. Yang Fan was a little more open-minded, walked to his side gently, patted it, and said, "It's okay, isn't it just a painting competition, brother is going!"