Liang Lao waited until these people finished speaking, and then said calmly: "Alas, we old guys, sometimes we really lack the courage to fight for progress! When we encounter something unfair in our hearts, the first thing we think about is not how to solve it, but to see if this matter endangers our own interests...... Isn't it a little too sad?"

As soon as Liang Lao said this, some of the judges couldn't hold their faces, they did have this thought, as long as they didn't get involved in this matter, then let them make trouble!

Everyone originally had an attitude of not caring about themselves and hanging high. Now that he is broken by Liang Lao, he is also a little embarrassed.

"Alas, this young man, how to say it, everything I wanted to do when I was young, he did it, this is also a young man who really has dreams and pursuits, he has his own ambitions and ambitions!"

Liang Lao praised Yang Fan there, but everyone couldn't touch it, what was he thinking in his heart?

"Actually, to be honest, this kid's painting level, we old guys, are a little better than him, I still want to accept him as an apprentice, isn't it a little reluctant!" Liang Lao touched his gray beard, and said with a sigh: "And Xiao Yang's poems, I have also listened carefully and read them, to be honest, in terms of poetry, even I, an old man, have to bow down to him." ”

The others blushed, saying that they were a little stronger than Yang Fan, which was definitely praising them, and to put it mildly, among the 10 judges, at least half of them were below Yang Fan's level, at least in the comparison of these two ink paintings.

"But this kid is a thorn, how much trouble he has, it's not the first time, he doesn't respect our seniors at all, someone will definitely charge this kid. ”

An old man who was about the same age as Liang Lao sighed and said very objectively.

"Then you're wrong, I like this kid's temperament very much, if you treat him well, he will be good to you, dare to love and hate, grievances and grievances are clear, literati like us should have such courage!" Old man Hu interjected on the side, he himself is such a character.

If he can devote himself to learning painting, maybe one day he will be able to participate in the John Moore Painting Prize and win glory for our China. ”

Several judges were a little stunned, you are really not stingy in evaluating him, you must know that the John Moore Painting Award, but the most important painting competition award in the world, just such a hairy boy, can he do it?

"Old Liang, did your old man say too much, although that kid's painting is good, the painting is still a little too rough. Besides, in my memory, it seems that we in Huaxia have not won the honor of this painting competition, right?"

"Yes, we also admit that this Xiao Yang can learn the skills of painting so solidly in this field now, which is indeed very powerful, but is it too exaggerated to ask him to win this award?"

Liang Lao glanced at these people deeply, and said with a somewhat lonely expression: "The painting technique is not skilled enough, which can be made up for by long-term efforts, but the artistic conception of a painting has nothing to do with hard work...... Alas, forget it, I also understand you, after all, this kid's qualifications are still too shallow, you can wait and see, anyway, I am looking forward to him. ”

……

The award ceremony ended quickly, and what made people stumble was that the old man from the capital shook hands with him cordially after Yang Fan scolded Director Xu, which was the end.

This signal is very clear. That is Old Man Liang, standing on Yang Fan's side.

Even when he was awarded the jury, this attitude was the same.

Early in the morning, Yang Fan just got up, looked at the mobile phone on the table, and charged it casually.

When he finished washing, he opened his mobile phone and saw that there were dozens of WeChat, as well as messages and more than a dozen calls.

His heart warmed slightly, it seems that he still has a lot of people who care, and he is not a lonely person!

Knock knock!

Replying to the text messages sent by everyone to himself, reporting safety, Yang Fan heard a knock on the door, walked over and opened the door, and saw Xiao Zhenzhen, who was wearing a ponytail, ran to his room with a cigarette.

This little guy is really a self-cooked, after Yang Fan rummaged in the refrigerator and found that there was no drink she liked, his small mouth pursed and sat there angrily.

"Oh, what about your cousin, won't you go to work again! Really, what kind of thing is it to throw the child to me all day long!" Yang Fan couldn't help but complain a few words, and then received Xiao Zhenzhen's contemptuous look again.

"Okay, okay, grandma, don't be angry, I'll buy you a soda online right away, okay?" Yang Fan really didn't have any resistance to this little cutie, and immediately began to beg for mercy.

The little girl's face showed joy, but she still said with a slight sarcasm: "Listen to my cousin, you were so majestic in that painting competition yesterday!"

Yang Fan was a little proud, "That's, you think your cousin and my reputation are blown, and I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm not a bird of those people!"

Yang Fan was not afraid of spreading bad thoughts to children, and said proudly, but when he heard this unlucky child, he said: "But my cousin said that this matter has caused an uproar on the Internet, and you finally found this job, maybe you will be yellow, right?"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You unlucky child, how can you talk This is, if your cousin's salary is yellow, there will be no money to give you a drink at that time, do you know?"

The little girl snorted and stopped talking to Yang Fan, but turned on the TV and looked cartoonish.

At this time, another phone call was called, and as soon as Yang Fan was connected, it was a familiar voice.

"Xiaofan, how are you over there, how did I hear the people in the factory say that you are in trouble again?"

"Ah, no, Mom, who did you listen to, your son is doing well here, how can he get into trouble, you and my dad are quietly starting a business in their hometown, maybe my dad can rejuvenate the second spring of his career!"

Then a more majestic voice came from there: "Why did you kid do it, you actually scolded the leader in public at the competition, do you want this job?"

Yang Fan was helpless, his brain trained himself, what could he do, he could only endure it silently.

Dad also said a lot bitterly, probably just do things to keep a low profile, everything can not be competitive and so on, in fact, there is no nutrition, or the hometown people's thinking may be relatively simple, and it is not suitable for the current trend of social development.

It's because he has made concessions to the ancient capital again and again, and the other party is kicking his nose in the face, if he beats them up once, will they dare to continue to bully themselves?

"Don't worry, Dad, I have a sense of proportion in this matter, you will quietly create your business, and now you are managing such a large factory, I guess you are quite busy, right?"

Yang Fan hurriedly shifted the conversation, only to hear the father over there hum, "The factory has begun to operate normally now, and it has also received a lot of orders from the surrounding area, and it has achieved profitability last month, but the current profit point is still not ideal, and it is estimated that it will run for a period of time to generate big profits." ”

Yang Fan was a little puzzled, he was a baby who grew out of the cloud tea pile since he was a child, and he was very confident in the quality of his hometown tea, and he said unceremoniously that the cloud tea in his hometown was definitely not worse than those famous teas now.

Lao Yang over there sighed and said, "In the final analysis, it's because our tea is not well-known, the tea is not famous, not only does it sell less, but the price is also greatly reduced, and we actually don't make any money now." ”

Talking to his son, Lao Yang didn't want to go back and forth about this matter, so he simply explained it to his son directly.

Hearing what he said, Yang Fan also nodded with deep sympathy, now the domestic consumer market is still a little deformed, because in the sales process of the product, the first thing to see is not whether the quality of your product is good, but whether your product is well-known.

Chinese have a good face, tea is a gift sent back and forth, you say that your tea is similar to people's famous tea, but what is the use of that, you are not famous, people still do not buy you, this is the so-called marketing means.

After chatting with his father for a while, Yang Fan hung up the phone, but thought in his heart, he could advertise to others, why not advertise Yunwu Tea in his hometown?

But when he thought that his current reputation value was not even 1 million, he dispelled this thought.

Anyway, the scale of Yunwu tea in my hometown is not too large, and it is relatively simple to operate, so I still wait for my father to explore this model clearly, and then make some better products, and then he will not be too late to promote, after all, your marketing methods are all over the place, and if things can't achieve that effect, it's just for nothing.

Maybe for others, it can be done in such an opportunistic way, but if Yang Fan makes a move, those forces that are hostile to him will definitely spare no effort to strike.

Yang Fan is mentally prepared.

But now there is a very serious thing in front of him, that is, he has to pay for yesterday's impulsive behavior!

But when he flipped to Qilu's text message, he saw these few words.

Qilu: Stinky boy, you really don't let me worry at all. However, I know that I don't blame you for this matter, and you don't have any burden in your heart, you are acting on behalf of our Gudu TV station, and the station has the obligation to protect your legal rights!

Remember, no matter what grievances you have suffered outside, remember to come back, there is us here, there is a home for you!

Seeing this, Yang Fan's eyes were a little moist, it seems that Lao Qi has carried this pot for himself again!

In his opinion, although the group of people in the Writers' Association were scolded by the audience like Sun Tzu, and were also spurned and snubbed by everyone, the influence of others still exists.

Qilu can carry the responsibility and let himself continue to work in the TV station, which is conceivable of the huge pressure.

The person who is a confidant dies, at this time Yang Fan has such feelings in his heart, he doesn't care about the abuse of those people, after all, since his debut, it has not been once or twice to be scolded.

If he is still as glass-hearted as those traffic niches, then he really has to roll up and go home, don't mix up in this circle.

Yang Fan sometimes feels that he is a little irresponsible, doing such a big thing, and he is still in the mood to come back and sleep, and he doesn't care about the people who are worried about him.

casually pulled up a few WeChats, and the buddies in the dormitory also sent WeChat messages to themselves, although Yang Fan had already started working, he still had to continue the sophomore year's classes.

Having said that, there are not many days left before the Chinese New Year, right? Yang Fan thought so in his heart, and was about to check it on the calendar, but his hand accidentally clicked on Weibo.

Suddenly, the mobile phone, which was not of good quality, was stuck directly for more than ten seconds, pulling and grinding like an old cow, and finally loaded it, Yang Fan blindfolded his eyes, what he didn't want to see now was Weibo!