"Come to my room, it's in my room!" Bobil waved his hand at Fang Yi and said. After finishing speaking, he glanced at Michael, and paused: "Carson, you can come and have a look and give a little advice!" ”。

As soon as Fang Yi hears it, go ahead! If you don't go, I don't know what tricks this old thing can play. Since Bobil himself also pulled Michael, Fang Yi naturally helped out: "Let's go and have a look!" ”。

Don't carry the unlucky things alone, you Michael is also a judge, so get up! Fang Yi thought in his heart.

As soon as he heard Bobil say, Fang Yi knew that this old boy had found a contestant with a good painting and needed the help of the two of them.

Entering Bobiller's room one after the other, Fang Yi saw a work on the shelf in the living room, and Fang Yi and Michael knew that Bobile was talking about this work.

Standing side by side with Michael in front of the painting and looking at it for three or four minutes, Fang Yi asked with a little surprise on his face, "Is this Dean's work?" ”。 The easel was not someone else's work, but the work of Bobiler's student Dean.

"What do you think of the drawing?" Bobil didn't answer Fang Yi's question, but asked Fang Yi directly.

Fang Yi turned his head and looked at the work again, and couldn't help nodding: "Pretty good!" ”。

Fang Yi's words are the truth, here are some of the selected works, Fang Yi is a little disgusted to look at, although Dean's work is not too prominent, but it is not particularly outstanding in this Grand Prix. Definitely in the excellent category.

Bobiler listened to Fang Yi's words and turned his head to Michael's body again, and Michael looked at Bobile looking at him as if waiting for his own evaluation. I couldn't help but nod my head and gave an affirmative answer: "It's very good!" ”。

"Such a work did not make it to the finals!" Bobile said, looking at his disciple's work.

"Dean got it?" Fang Yi looked at Bobile and asked, such a work definitely has a level to enter the finals, and there is no problem in fighting for a ranking, but now he has not even entered the finals, that is, there is a problem there, which primary election officer does not like this work.

Fang Yi's mind spun around, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Now who doesn't know that Dean is a student of Bobile. The current Dean is almost like a copy of the domestic Fang Yi. The teachers are top-notch, the students are young and favored, who doesn't know that Lao Bo is too strict with the students. But I love it very much! I don't want to find someone who has masochistic tendencies, how many dares do you have to make this old thing blow up?

And Dean is a student of Bobile, so what does it matter if he doesn't win the award? Old Man Bo's student is the biggest award he has won so far in his life! As for what portrait contest has such a heavy either.

"He hid from me, although this kid has a good personality, but he is very stubborn. I guess I want to participate in this competition. One is to look at the level, and the other is to make some money......". Fang Yi rarely found that when Bobile talked about this, although there was a trace of melancholy on his face.

Dean is not like Fang Yi, at the age of eighteen or nineteen, he still uses the family's food to eat the teacher, Dean has lived in a family that has not been wealthy, and has always relied on himself Although he worships a good teacher, he only covers the work in the teacher's studio, and he has to work from time to time and the like. Listening to what Bobil said, Fang Yi felt that Dean was a very strong person!

Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but ask Bobille, "Then what do you mean?" ”。 Now Fang Yi understood that Bobile, an old thing, must have something to ask for his help. And nine times out of ten, this help is this Dean's work in front of me.

Seeing Fang Yi ask this, Bobile was not embarrassed. looked directly into Fang Yi's eyes: "I hope you can hand over this work to the organizing committee tomorrow, saying that they missed a good work!" ”。

After saying this, he said to Fang Yi with a straight face: "Help me do this, I owe you a favor!" ”。

Fang Yi couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face when he heard this, and thought to himself: You yourself took out this work from the organizing committee today, and I will send it back tomorrow and use my fame to get the organizing committee to agree to enter the finals? Isn't this a direct sue to others, let's wear a pair of pants now? I really don't want people to be like this!

If this is known to a bunch of reporters, who knows what ugly story will be made up? Rigging the Grand Prix is a sure way to run. Although Fang Yi is not sure whether he has done something that will arouse the interest of reporters or anything, he really doesn't want to understand the ability of the American media to dig up the so-called 'black insider'.

When these goods encounter a so-called news, it is like a badger biting something, and they will not let go, as long as they need to squat at your door for a month. Thinking of this, Fang Yi felt that his home was so big, and it turned out that he was still prescient.

"Do you think that's really good for Dean?" Fang Yi thought for a moment and then asked Bobil with a straight face, and after speaking, he said the speculation in his heart to Bobiel.

When Bobil heard Fang Yi say this, his face became hesitant. It seems that the old man did not think of this, and only wanted to help his students. Now that I think about it, I guess I also feel that it is a bit unreliable to let Fang Yi do this thing! Fang Yi's current fame is generally greater than that of Bobile, not only a painter but also a super-first-class connoisseur.

"Why don't I submit this work tomorrow!" Michael looked at the two of them at this time and smiled slightly: "I don't have this worry!" ”。

There are some things that Fang Yi does not do well, but Michael has no problem at all, although he is also a world-class artist, but when it comes to his reputation in the public, Michael is not to mention that he is compared with Fang Yi, and Bobile is a little worse than the boss.

Fang Yi glanced at Michael and couldn't help but feel a little strange. Michael doesn't like Bobile, that's for sure! Although Bobil Cow doesn't care about Michael, he doesn't rely on old things to eat, let alone the boss of the company who doesn't rely on him to eat, and the employees don't have much obligation to like it.

When Fang Yi was stunned, Michael made a condition to Bobile: "You owe me a favor!" ”。

"No problem!" Bobil listened to Mike's words and couldn't help but nod his head. happily agreed to this matter.

"I want one of your works! It's not too big, about ten inches! Paint a portrait of my pet Bonnie! Michael heard Bobil agree, and without even a second of delay, he immediately made his request.

Michael's pet Bonnie is not young. There is a more sensational dog lover saying what is called. That's right! There can be many dogs in a person's life, but the dog's life is only you! It seems to be the way it goes. Now Bonnie's dog life seems to be coming to an end, and it's Michael's dog. Now Michael wants to get Bobile's pen to work and draw his dog.

Bobil didn't react when he heard this, and nodded his head to indicate that there was no problem.

Seeing that Bobil agreed, Michael took two steps forward and took the drawing out of the easel, and then carried it in his hand. Turn around and leave. However, he was stopped by Bobil and handed Michael the cloth cover that the painting was originally wearing.

"This hand is doing a good job of robbing while it is hot!" As soon as he walked out, Fang Yi looked at Michael and asked with a smile.

"I wasn't interested. But as soon as I heard that he was going to owe a favor, I became very interested," said Michael, glancing at the painting in his hand.

Fang Yi thought that if Bobiler painted a portrait of a dog, then Michael would have to take the dog to Paris, and it was not possible to do it once or twice. At least one or twenty times. What a hassle! But after thinking about it in a moment, the person next to him is not a master who is short of money, not to mention that Ash has gone to Paris Gray ten or twenty times, even if he sells a house in Paris and squats with a dog, he can't help but smile and shake his head to open his door, and wave his hand with Michael, who is happy.

The next day, Michael brought the work to 'point out' the mistakes of the organizing committee. There was also Fang Yi and Bobile's nodding under the 'look', and Dean's work signed by another name naturally entered the final round. Although the results of the final have not yet been decided. Well, not to mention the results, even the finalist works have not been painted, but Fang Yi already knows that Dean is very likely to not get the first prize of 50,000 US dollars, and at least a small prize will not be able to run away.

Although if the whole process was known by reporters, it would be shouted all over the world that it was unfair, but where in the world are there so many fair things.

On the last day, Fang Yi followed the entire organizing committee to re-review all the works that entered the finals, and as soon as the day's affairs were over, Fang Yi flew back to his home by plane. Then he went to Florida again when he needed to, and as Fang Yi expected, Dean won more than $10,000 in prize money, and then the two entries were bought by a collector from New York for $80,000 as soon as the competition ended.

The $160,000 went to Dean, who was in his pocket, and it seemed that he didn't have to go out to work while studying in the teacher's studio. That's enough money for four or five years for this kid Dean.

Bobile cared about his disciple, and Fang Yi, who had returned to Los Angeles, was also waiting for his disciple to arrive, that is, the boy of the Wang Hongqi family, who was now renamed Hanmo.

Today, Fang Yi prepared a dinner party at home and invited all his friends in Los Angeles to come to pick up the wind for the newly moved Wang Hongqi family of four.

"If this kid meets me on the street, I really don't recognize him!" Fang Yi said hello to Lao Wang and Kath who got off the bus, and looked at his first student.

Now Wang Hanmo is no longer as dark and small as before, although his body is not too tall, about one meter and six meters tall, but his body looks very strong, and his skin is a healthy wheat color, and he knows that he often does some exercise when he comes, which is very rare among fourteen or fifteen-year-old Chinese children.

"Teacher!" As soon as Wang Hanmo saw Fang Yi, he immediately bowed and said. As for the big girl, she has become a big girl, looking at Fang Yile and saying Uncle Fang, she stopped talking. People say that the eighteenth year of the female college has changed, and the big girl has changed a lot, and she pays a lot of attention to dressing, which is very fashionable. But if you want to say how beautiful it is, where is the foundation of Wang Hongqi, the two children can only say that they are not ugly. It's still a little bit away from being pretty and handsome.

"Let's go inside and play!" Fang Yi originally wanted to say that he was playing with his son Fang Yu, but one was fourteen or fifteen years old, and the other was only five or six years old, so he really couldn't play together, not to mention that Fang Yi looked at the family today, and there were many children in the family today, but few of them were suitable for the two children of Wang Hongqi's family.

The two children came to Zheng Yuan and a group of women who were around the table to prepare ingredients, and helped, as for the barbecue stove, it is now Altur's special area, as long as a friend's family has a barbecue, Artur will directly contract.

After Wang Hongqi went over to say hello to his friends, he directly pulled a chair and sat next to Fang Yi and Kehima.

"Everything in the house is pretty much the same, isn't it?" Kahima asked at Wang Hongqi.

"Hmmm! That's it for the time being" Wang Hongqi nodded and said, "The kid will be handed over to Fang Yi, Kath and I are busy with the eldest daughter's affairs!" After speaking, he patted Fang Yi's shoulder.

"I taught painting, I can't teach anything else!" Fang Yi hurriedly said.

Wang Hongqi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This kid has a bit of a problem to learn painting or language, and he learns other things" After speaking, he pointed to his head: "It's like a rotten wood that has been eaten by insects!" ”。

"Let's say okay first, I'm teaching painting, and cultural achievements are not my scope!" Fang Yi listened to Lao Wang's words and said with a smile.

"Hmm!".

After chatting about this matter for a while, Wang Hongqi began to discuss some things with Fang Yi and Kehima about living in Los Angeles, as well as points such as things to pay attention to in the neighborhood.

The three of them were chatting, and Fang Yi looked up and saw Zou Heming walking towards him while answering the phone: "I'll ask him!" ”。

As soon as Fang Yi heard it, he knew that there was something involved with him again, and he couldn't help but look up at Zou Heming.

"They're going to make a movie with your life as a template! The name is tentative, "Fang Yi's Love History" Zou Heming said something that made Fang Yi stunned.

"Why?" Fang Yi asked. (To be continued......)