If you get carried away by someone else's braggadocio, it's too lo.

"What do I think of my own work?" Zhang Yimu pointed to his nose and sniffed.

"Yes. Zheng Zhefan said.

"My evaluation of myself is very simple, I still have creativity, but my painting technique may not be very good, after all, I have never studied painting, I just rely on my own intuition to paint, something is not in place, it is inevitable. Zhang Yimu said.

It's still a bit self-aware.

Zheng Zhefan nodded: "Then I'll just say it, I hope Teacher Zhang won't be surprised!"

I'd love to hear from the experts. Zhang Yimu said.

"Mr. Zhang's painting idea is very clever, but this idea has already been shown by painters, and it is not particularly new. Zheng Zhefan first hit Zhang Yimu's idea.

This is also what Zhang Yimu is most proud of.

He thinks that his ideas are very profound and can lead people to think deeply.

"In addition, Mr. Zhang himself said that you learn to paint by intuition, and have never received professional training, and I can tell you that you are a little messy, and the perspective and overall picture layout, light and shadow processing are all problematic, which will affect the appreciation. I don't know if you can accept that?" said Zheng Zhefan with a smile.

Zhang Yimu frowned.

He was a little upset.

Zheng Zhefan completely denied his paintings.

"Zheng Zhefan, what do you know? You are just a child in your twenties, how can you deeply understand these two paintings of Teacher Zhang?"

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, Mr. Zhang doesn't know perspective? Will he not understand the handling of light and shadow? He did it on purpose! The purpose is to deconstruct the art of painting! Deconstruct the entire human civilization!"

"Shut up! Do you really think of yourself as an expert? Teacher Zhang has eaten more salt than you have eaten, and has walked more bridges than you have walked, so you deserve to criticize Teacher Zhang? You are just a lucky person. ”

"It's really too harsh to say, and I dare to criticize Mr. Zhang like this, it's really young and frivolous. ”

The people in the room were babbling.

It's the rhythm of the crowd attacking.

Zheng Zhefan smiled: "Teacher Zhang, I feel sorry for you!"

"What do you regret?" Zhang Yimu raised his eyebrows.

I also used to like Mr. Zhang's films, and I love Mr. Zhang's directing talent very much, but if you can't correctly accept the advice of others and can't listen to criticism, I think you may be complacent. I'm sorry for that. Zheng Zhefan said.

"Hmph, you kid, you will sow discord! We have been friends with Teacher Zhang for many years, do you think that if you provoke a little trouble, you will hurt our friendship?

"Boy, don't be rude! I can't imagine that you are so insidious at such a young age!"

"It's ridiculous, to treat us all as people who will only pat Mr. Zhang, do you know, we are all partners in Mr. Zhang's career! We have created a lot of box office miracles together!"

Hearing Zheng Zhefan say this, the guys who praised Zhang Yimu were a little annoyed and angry, and they all challenged Zheng Zhefan one after another.

"Haha! Several, don't make a noise first, I just want to ask you, do you understand painting?" Zheng Zhefan certainly wouldn't flinch, and asked these people with a sneer.

"Of course we know how to paint! How many of us who don't know how to make movies don't know the art of painting? The bald man snapped.

His tone was already very bad.

"Very good, since you know painting, let me ask you, this "The Sun Sinks" perspective is made like this, making the whole painting chaotic, and there seems to be no discipline, don't you see this? You can praise Teacher Zhang, this is no problem, but, as a friend of Teacher Zhang, shouldn't you also point out its shortcomings to promote its progress?" Zheng Zhefan asked sharply.

"A partner who doesn't even dare to say a word of criticism and correction, I don't think it matters whether you want it or not!" Zheng Zhefan said again.

Anyway, he didn't plan to really invite Zhang Yimu to be the director of his movie.

What can you do if you offend them?

A bunch of self-righteous guys!

He didn't plan to be friends with them, either.

"If you have the ability, you can try to draw, let's see if you are really clever at drawing!" said the guy with the mustache with a sarcastic look at Zheng Zhefan.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if I sacrifice my ugliness. Zheng Zhefan said.

"Knowing that you are an ugly sacrifice, you dare to take this stubble?" said the mustache.

"Hehe, sir, you should check your IQ, or do you not understand the way Chinese speak?" Zheng Zhefan sneered.

"You say you're making a fool, but that's not what I said. What's the matter? Angry?" the mustache struck Zheng Zhefan wantonly.

"Shut up, if you don't speak, no one will know that you are brain-dead!" Zheng Zhefan scolded him coldly.

This sentence adds a little deterrent power.

Hearing it in the mustache's ears made his heart tremble violently, and he felt a terrifying power emanating from Zheng Zhefan's body.

For a while, the mustache was so frightened that he raised his hand and slapped himself in the face: "I'm damned! I'm brain-dead! Brother, please forgive me!"

The slap was so strong that it pulled out five red finger prints on his own face.

"Hmph!" Zheng Zhefan snorted coldly and stopped taking care of his mustache.

The others around were also very surprised.

I don't understand why the mustache suddenly slapped himself and apologized to Zheng Zhefan.

"Liu Ya, go and get the painting tools, I really want to accept Mr. Zheng's advice, after all, his achievements in painting are also world-renowned. Zhang Yimu said.

The woman who opened the door for Zheng Zhefan just now said yes, and went to get a set of painting tools.

Liu Ya is Zhang Yimu's wife.

She was originally an admirer of Zhang Yimu, nearly thirty years younger than Zhang Yimu, and the two were a standard old and young match, but the husband and wife were quite harmonious.

"Mr. Zheng, I am looking forward to your performance. Liu Ya handed the painting tools to Zheng Zhefan and said with a smile.

"Thank you. Zheng Zhefan nodded.

This Mrs. Zhang is still quite kind, and she is also quite a simple person.

Zheng Zhefan has a good impression of her.

He snapped the paper on the easel, then melted the paint away and cleaned up his brush.