"Huh, I've already saved face for them. Otherwise, I'll just send thirty works over there and let's see what they do." Yang Mingde snorted coldly.
"Lao Yang, you have to think about the other students in our school, right? The first floor of Jigugu Pavilion is only so big. If your apprentice sends eleven works at once, it means that others will have to send eleven less works.
work.
Just make a couple of pictures and it will be enough." Wu Guanzhong also advised.
"Okay, Lao Yang, don't argue with them. What's there to earn from a municipal exhibition of young painters' works?
When the National Art Exhibition next year comes, asking Xiao Pingzi to win a gold medal is no better than anything else." The old lady also said.
"Okay, let's give them a step and wait until next year's National Art Exhibition." Yang Mingde didn't really want to send the eleven paintings, he just said this to set conditions.
"However, two works are not enough, at least three works. These three works are exactly one chapter, a trilogy of past, present and future."
"Okay, just three." Wu Zuoren agreed readily. As long as he didn't send all eleven works, it would be fine.
By sending all Zhang Junping's works, they suppressed not only young painters from outside, but also students from CAFA, including his students from Wu Zuoren, students from Wu Guanzhong, and Tian Shiguang.
Not only that, in such a big place, the more works Zhang Junping exhibited, the fewer the works exhibited by their students.
Wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be disputes.
The art world is no exception.
Zhang Junping didn't know that his master was about to become a movie star in order to fight for his own interests.
After leaving Yang Mingde's office, Zhang Junping came to Wangfujing, first went to the department store to buy four bottles of Maotai, and then returned to the store to wait for Huang Xue.
Huang Xue hasn't come back yet, but Liu Zhengwen came back first.
"Old Liu, has your painting "Growing Old Together" been framed?"
"I'll ask tomorrow."
“Where did you frame it?”
"In the Beijing painting store, which one is closest to our store, I bought an oil painting by Wu Guanzhong and Professor Wu from the Beijing painting store yesterday, as well as a painting of two cows by Xu Lao." Liu Zhengwen said excitedly when he mentioned the painting store.
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"You really went to buy paintings?"
"Of course, you think there's nothing I can do if you don't lend me Mr. Xu's paintings to study?
I have Mr. Xu’s picture of two cows, and Professor Wu’s “Beijing·Snow”, hey, are you envious?” Liu Zhengwen showed off.
"What am I envious of? I just don't have a place to collect them now. Otherwise, I would have moved all the paintings from the Beijing art shop back home, so why would you have anything to do with me?" Zhang Junping said disdainfully.
"Ping'er, you can have a rest! If you continue like this, you won't even be able to boast about Inner Mongolia." Liu Zhengwen gave Zhang Junping a look of contempt without concealing it.
The Beijing Painting Shop is the largest painting shop in Beijing. It has a collection of tens of thousands of calligraphy and paintings of various famous people from all over the world, from ancient to modern times. Liu Zhengwen would not believe that Zhang Junping could bring all the calligraphy and paintings from the Beijing Painting Shop home.
"Alas, summer insects cannot talk about ice!" Zhang Junping shook his head and sighed.
"You..." Liu Zhengwen was about to continue chatting with Zhang Junping when Huang Xue came in from outside pushing his bicycle.
"Let's go, Miss Huang, the master asked us to go to his house for dinner tonight." Zhang Junping ignored Liu Zhengwen, stepped forward to take the bicycle, and handed Maotai to Huang Xue.
"Ah? Then I have to go back to the dormitory and change clothes first!"
"Let's go to Dongfeng Market to buy some things first, and then go to the dormitory to change clothes."
Zhang Junping rode his bicycle, carrying Huang Xue on his back, and first went to Xizhimen Tianfu No. to buy a pound of pig head meat.
Seeing Zhang Junping running so far just to buy a pound of pig head meat, Huang Xue asked in confusion: "How do you buy pig head meat? How about roasted mutton? How good is the sauced beef? If you can't, you can just get a sauced elbow. What else?
Decent.”
"Haha, don't you know this? In fact, Tianfuhao is most famous for its braised pork ribs, but this is what Master likes, and he only likes to eat Tianfuhao's pig head meat.
Look at this pig head meat. It is cut as thin as paper and is translucent. This kind of pig head meat is not greasy at all. Try it." Zhang Junping said, pinching a piece of pig head meat and stuffing it into Huang Xue's mouth.
"What are you doing, on the street?" Huang Xue lightly hit Zhang Junping and smacked his lips, "Well, it does smell good and is not greasy at all. Give me another piece."
"Haha!" Zhang Junping smiled and pinched another piece and fed it to Huang Xue.
Then he carried her back to Wangfujing and went to Dongfeng Market to buy a roast duck, weighing two pounds of donkey.
Then he returned to school and was downstairs in the girls' dormitory. "Hurry up, or the roast duck will get cold and it won't taste good."
"I know, I'll change my clothes and come down right away."
Facts have proved that women have never been outward-looking in their concept of time.
Huang Xue came down immediately and it took more than forty minutes.
Zhang Junping was so cold that he was almost ready to call someone with a loudspeaker.
"Hey Miss Huang, how big is your horse? It took more than forty minutes from dismounting to mounting.
It's more than ten degrees below zero!" Zhang Junping complained as he stamped his feet.
"I'm sorry, I saw that my hair was a little dirty, so I washed it." Huang Xue also knew that Zhang Junping had been waiting outside for more than forty minutes, and felt a little sorry. She pulled Zhang Junping's clothes and explained in a low voice.
"I'm going to sleep in the store tonight." Zhang Junping took the opportunity to ask for compensation.
"What are you doing? It's annoying, I haven't gotten over it yet!" Huang Xue said with a red face.
"It's okay, I'll just hold you to sleep and don't do anything else."
"You said that?!"
"I said, now that you are here, I can't do anything else if I want to!"
"Okay then!" Huang Xue nodded slightly.
After talking, he came to Master's house and knocked on the door.
"Xiao Pingzi is here? Come in quickly, you kid, come as soon as you come. Why are you buying so many things?" The teacher's wife enthusiastically let Zhang Junping and Huang Xue in.
"Master's wife, this is my girlfriend, her name is Huang Xue."
"Hello, Master!"
"Okay, okay, Xiao Huang, do it quickly and eat the apple, there are melon seeds here.
I have long heard that your master said that you have found a beautiful girlfriend, and when I look at it, she is indeed beautiful." The master's wife couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, and was busy pouring tea, getting fruits, and melon seeds.
"You sit and watch TV, and I'll cook for you."
"Master Wife, let me help you cook." Huang Xue followed up with a keen eye to help in the kitchen.
Zhang Junping knocked on the door and walked into Master's study.
"Master, where are you reading?"
"I'm sleeping!" Yang Mingde said angrily.
"Ah? You are very good at sleeping with your eyes open. You need to teach me how to do this. When I go to class in the future, I will also..."
Before Zhang Junping could finish his words, he was slapped.
"Since school started, how many classes have you attended? Lao Tian was still talking about you to me today, saying that meeting you is even harder than meeting the chairman."