Zhuang Ziyou found that he couldn't stay any longer, and if he stayed any longer, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood and die. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, Zhuang Ziyou got up and brushed his sleeves away.

"Teacher Zhuang, you can't go! Everyone is here to listen to your lecture, you can't just leave, right?" The teacher in charge of the lecture at the college hurriedly chased after him.

"Let him go!"

"No one listens to his rotten lectures!"

"Let's all withdraw, don't give some people the illusion that they have a lot of fans. ”

This lecture hall has three doors, and the students are "hulala" and gone at once.

The students walked much faster than Zhuang Ziyou.

When Zhuang Ziyou saw this situation, his face became even darker.

He always thought that it was just a few people making trouble, and he still had many loyal fans and fans. Now, that's not the case at all.

When the students left, some reporters surrounded them.

These reporters heard that Zhuang Ziyou was giving a lecture at the School of Arts of Yuzhou University tonight, and they also came over early.

It's just that it didn't bother him at first.

The reporters witnessed the tearing up of Zhuang Ziyou and the students, and it was really addictive.

Now, when they saw that Zhuang Ziyou had destroyed his own lecture with his own hands, they naturally wanted to gather around and ask for clarification.

"Zhuang Ziyou, how do you evaluate Zheng Zhefan's speed in sketching, which greatly exceeds your speed? Do you think Zheng Zhefan has any hope of becoming a real great painter?" a reporter asked.

Zhuang Ziyou replied impatiently: "No matter how fast the sketch is, it is useless, the reason why painting is the crown jewel of art is because painting is a creative artistic activity, only by discovering the meaning of life, and then can we paint a brilliant painting." A painting without creation is actually worthless. ”

"However, the fact that the sketch is fast shows that the painting skills are solid, and with the support of such solid painting skills, it should not be a problem to creatively draw novel works, right?" another reporter asked.

"I don't know how many people in the world have a good foundation in painting, but if you look at it, how many of them have become famous? The vast majority of students who study painting can only become unknown and become the dust of history!" Zhuang Ziyou said sharply again.

"However, don't forget, Zheng Zhefan is now a celebrity, celebrity calligraphy and painting, sometimes it is also quite popular, Zheng Zhefan has good painting skills, and he is smart, how can you know that he can't create meaningful paintings?"

“…… There is no point in saying these questions, please give way, I'm leaving. Zhuang Ziyou was annoyed and angry by the reporters' questions, and he pushed aside the reporters and strode away.

Zhuang Ziyou's lecture was completely bankrupt.

Xie Xiaomei quickly told Pan Lu about Zhuang Ziyou's poor performance at the lecture.

Pan Lu called Zheng Zhefan and told him.

"Zheng Zhefan, that Zhuang Ziyou is really hateful, a little painter, I really don't know where he got his arrogance, and he dared to speak so loudly. Pan Lu said.

Zheng Zhefan listened, but thought that this was normal: "Lulu, this is nothing, right? I have read Zhuang Ziyou's introduction, this person has been famous for his painting talent for a long time, he, he, he just went too smoothly, and he got too much praise and flower rewards, so that he swelled so much that he couldn't recognize his own catties clearly." Such a person, after a few major blows, calmed down. ”

"I just felt angry and felt that I should teach him a hard lesson. Zhefan, you can draw so well, you can paint a few outstanding works to combat his arrogant posture. Pan Lu said.

"That's what I'm going to do. Zheng Zhefan laughed, "Anyway, I also learned to paint, so I have to make some achievements in my own field." I'll think about it. ”

If you want to hold a solo exhibition, I can help you connect with the top art museums in China. Pan Lu said.

"Don't worry, I'll talk about this in a few days, and I have to think about how to prepare my own work. Zheng Zhefan said with a smile.

Hanging up the phone, Zheng Zhefan shook his head.

As for how he can make great achievements in the art of painting, Zheng Zhefan feels that this is indeed something to consider.

Famous painters in history, without exception, in addition to their excellent painting talents, they also had very good business acumen.

They are good at packaging themselves and hyping themselves, and in this way, they slowly become the top painters in this country.

Packaging hype, that's a university question.

Zheng Zhefan thought about it again and again, but he came up with some tricks for him......

In a blink of an eye, it was the opening day of the King of Chef Competition.

Zheng Zhefan appeared leisurely in the Yuzhou City Gymnasium by himself.

At the end of the opening ceremony, the official competition kicked off.

"Mr. Zheng, are you here alone? Didn't you bring an assistant with you?" Zou Zhenzhen asked when he saw Zheng Zhefan appear alone in the competition area.

"Yes, I can do it myself, I don't need any assistant. Zheng Zhefan smiled and said.

"But, Mr. Zheng, there's still a lot of work! A lot of preparatory work needs to be done, can you be busy alone?" Zou Zhenzhen continued, "No, how about the organizing committee appoint an assistant for you?"

Although the contestants only need to cook two or three dishes in the course of the competition, there are many dishes that need to be prepared because of the large number of judges.

Competing alone can sometimes be chaotic.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fast, I won't make mistakes, I won't trouble others. Zheng Zhefan still refused.

Zou Zhenzhen did not force it.

He thought that Zheng Zhefan had some secret stunt and didn't want outsiders to know.

Zheng Zhefan stood in the area where he was contesting.

The opposite of him is a Sichuan chef.

Zheng Zhefan has a completely indifferent attitude towards this game, and he doesn't care about winning or losing.

It's just because he promised Zou Zhenxing at the beginning, and this time he came here just to fulfill his promise.

Therefore, this time, he didn't even bring the ingredients from the mountains and rivers at all.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he began to prepare the ingredients for the first dish, Zou Zhenzhen stood in front of his dish and looked at him with blank eyes.

It was a salivating expression.

"Mr. Zheng, since the last time I ate the food made by your shop, I have been thinking about it day and night, and I am haunted by my dreams! Today I can finally get what I want, and I can taste this most beautiful food in the world again. Zou Zhenzhen said.

When Zheng Zhefan heard him say this, he was stunned.

He didn't expect that Zou Zhenzhen would be so eager for the dishes he made.