Several judges praised each other for the photos, and they couldn't wait to see the original painting right away.

The judges' movements caught the attention of Liu Qianye, who first took off the cigarette from his mouth and pinched it disdainfully. Then he swaggered over and snatched the photo directly from one of the judges.

"What kind of painting deserves to be praised like this?"

Liu Qianye glanced down, rolled the whites of his eyes, and sneered: "Isn't it just a broken landscape, but it's also worth exciting?

Old Dean Zhang looked at Liu Qianye's expression, wrinkled his brows and shook his head, this guy doesn't know how to draw at all!

He can't even appreciate such an excellent work, and it is a big joke in the art world that such a person can be a judge of the national art exhibition.

But because Liu Qianye is the chairman of the jury this year, he still patiently persuaded: "Professor Liu, you see the water lilies in this painting blooming in the water, calmly stretching out to the sky, without distractions, looking up at the sky carefree." The artistic conception depicted in this alone is enough to show the artist's cultivation!"

"yes!" Another jury chimed in, "I've never seen a painting in my life that handles light and color so well! Water illuminates every possible color in the world. Wonderful!

"And although this is an oil painting, I don't know why the picture actually reveals a strong oriental color. (Monet was obsessed with water lilies.) Some art historians believe that Monet was influenced by Eastern thought, presenting an artistic inspiration that transcends the appearance of objects and explores the essence. ）

Liu Qianye saw that everyone else praised this work every word, although he was the chairman of the jury, he couldn't just go his own way.

He flipped the photo and frowned slightly when he saw the words "Zhongyang Academy of Fine Arts".

Looking at the posture of these judges, should they want to win this painting this year?

But he has promised his apprentice Zhang Renbu that he will be the first to be given to him in this national art exhibition.

For this quota, Zhang Renbu not only hired someone to injure Professor Qu Xiaoming, but also bribed Liu Qianye for a villa of more than 18 million.

This Zhang Renbu is 38 years old, he came out to mix in society when he was a teenager, and he has been fishing for more than ten years, and he has a few stinky money in his pocket.

But now that he is in strict control, he can't do his old deeds anymore. He usually likes to write a few brush words and paint a few crooked paintings, so he worships Liu Qianpage as a poem, first, he wants to sell paintings to make money, and secondly, he wants to become a painter through the national art exhibition and wash away the dirty money in the past.

18 million is a small meaning to him, as long as he becomes the leader of the national art exhibition, a painting can be sold for 18 million in the future, do you care about this small money?

Liu Qianye pinched the photo of "Water Lilies", and the abacus in his heart jingled, no!

"Hmm. Not bad indeed. Liu Qianye echoed Dean Zhang and the other judges on the surface, but the back molars were gritting "rattle"!

Liu Qianye quietly placed the painting at the bottom of the shortlisted paintings, thinking that he would wait for the time to deal with it.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The jury of the National Art Exhibition ended the day's work of judging paintings, and most of the judges were old gentlemen who couldn't sit for a long time, so it ended at five o'clock.

"What a harvest today!"

Several judges chatted with their bags between them, waiting for the elevator.

"yes, that 'Water Lilies' is really unexpected. I think I can give a gold award. ”

"No, I usually sit until five o'clock in the afternoon and have a back pain, but today I am a little reluctant to go back, I want to see that painting again. Dean Zhang said with a stick and hammered his waist.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, isn't that "Water Lily" already shortlisted, just wait to see the original painting. ”

"Hahahaha! ”

"That painting was actually painted by a student of Zhongyang Academy of Fine Arts, which really surprised the old man. I can't wait to see what a young posterity it is. ”

Old Dean Zhang's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Art is the best tonic for him, and what could be more gratifying than to see someone in the Chinese painting world who is a successor to an old gentleman like him?

A group of judges left the academy with a smile and a smile.

Liu Qianye stood on the second floor, seeing that these old things were leaving one after another, the corners of his mouth involved a ghostly smile.

He proudly turned back to the conference room just now, and pulled Li Tong's "Water Lilies" from the bottom of the shortlisted works.

Liu Qianye carried the photo and walked quickly to the office next door.

There was a document shredder in the office, and with a weird and smug smile on his face, Liu Qianye threw the photo into the shredder.

With a sound of "whoosh-", Li Tong's "Water Lilies" was shredded into paper.

"Hmph. Liu Qianye snorted through his nose.

If the students of Zhongyang Academy of Fine Arts want to win the award, then they have to ask me Liu Qianpage!

Liu Qianye did this, he didn't feel scared at all, he had thought about the excuses, the photos shortlisted for the art exhibition, after the works were shortlisted, they had to go through a series of trivial processes such as classification, review, and archiving.

Each process is handled by different staff members of the art academy, and there are no less than five or six people handling it.

Is it okay to lose a photo?

Is it okay to make a mistake when classifying photos?

There are so many people who handle it, and I can't doubt him Liu Qianpage, the dignified chairman of the jury, right?

Besides, today, the judges saw themselves put this photo in the pile of finalists. I can't rely on him anymore, because no one would have thought that a dignified chairman of the jury would do such a dirty thing!

There are so many shortlisted works every year, more than 3,000 pieces, and when the invitation letter is issued, the judges will not end up proofreading one by one, and it all depends on the staff.

By the time the old guys found out that the painting was not among the shortlisted paintings, it was already too late, and the national art exhibition had already begun.

Liu gave a satisfied look at the shredder, then turned off the lights in his office and walked downstairs to the Mercedes.

In the evening, Zhang Renbu also made an appointment with him for a big sword, and it was not cost-effective to go late.

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After the photos of the exhibition were sent, Li Tong's heart was very calm.

In the past few days, he has been buried in the studio to paint, and when he has nothing to do, he tastes Pu'er tea with Professor Wei.

His mentality is very flat.

Li Tong used to be a little anxious, he studied painting for seven years, four years in undergraduate, plus three years in middle school, he especially wanted to prove himself through something.

That's why he attaches great importance to the National Art Exhibition.

But now, as if a breeze was blowing away the haze accumulated in his heart, he knew that the accumulation of his past would definitely bring him fame that was unattainable in the past.

"Li Tong, will you go to the cafeteria to eat fragrant pot at noon?"

Since the last time I watched Li Tong's "Water Lilies", Bai Mengting has become close to Li Tong, and girls who learn to paint are especially attracted by men's talents.

In Bai Mengting's eyes, Li Tong, who is not good-looking, thin and tall, has an indescribable attraction to her recently.

"Eat fragrant pot, okay!"

The second fat happened to come to Li Tong, and when he heard Bai Mengting's invitation, he didn't care whether Li Tong wanted it or not, and directly responded to the stubble.

"No, I won't. I've got to paint. ”

Li Tong directly refused. He didn't want to show that he was obedient to Bai Mengting.