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Chapter 220 Recognition from everyone in Hongxue

The more Shen Congwen looked at it, the more frightened he became. He hadn't looked at other paintings yet, but this painting was of high quality, with sophisticated brushwork, clever layout design, and vivid characters.

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After watching it, Shen Congwen felt that his old face was a little hot.

It's ridiculous that I deliberately pretended to be a villain, ready to beat the young man and give him some advice.

As a result, my face really hurts.

However, Shen Congwen is also a person with a cheerful personality. Although he was silently slapped in the face, he was not angry. He just laughed at himself and said: "Hahaha, it seems that I am an old man who is too sentimental!

Zhang Xiaoyou’s painting skills, understanding of historical costumes, and interpretation of the original work make him the chief image designer of "Dream of Red Mansions"."

"Old Shen is right. Looking at Zhang Xiaoyou's painting of the Twelve Golden Hairpin Ladies is just like the original work of "A Dream of Red Mansions". Saving it carefully will leave you with endless aftertaste." Wu Shichang reluctantly turned his eyes from the painting at this time. He moved away and spoke in praise.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, I have a heartfelt request, and I hope you will fulfill it."

"Mr. Wu, you are very flattering, but I can't bear your praise. I don't dare to disobey Mr. Wu's instructions!" Zhang Junping smiled modestly.

"You old guy, since it's an unkind invitation, don't say it!

Zhang Xiaoyou, your twelve golden hairpins, when Xiao Wang uses them up, how about I exchange calligraphy and painting with you?" Qi Gong suddenly said.

"You sanctimonious old thing! I just want to collect one of them, but you hypocrite actually wants to take the blame!" Wu Shichang yelled angrily upon hearing this.

"I am exchanging my works with Zhang Xiaoyou. This is an exchange between painting friends. Why are you, a poetry writer, making fun of you?" Qi Gong counterattacked cheerfully.

In addition to being a famous historian and a master of red studies, Wu Shichang is also a very famous poet and has a lot of research on ancient poetry.

"I will also exchange the collection with Zhang Xiaoyou!" Wu Shichang said angrily.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, these sixty paintings of the Twelve Golden Hairpins in Dream of Red Mansions are of great significance to the study of ancient costumes. None of you can take them away!" Shen Congwen also started to fight for them.

Three old men in their 70s and 80s quarreled like children.

Don't give in to anyone.

Zhang Junping and Wang Fulin couldn't get a word in at all.

According to Wang Fulin's wishes, these sixty paintings should be left on the set of "A Dream of Red Mansions". They are very meaningful souvenirs, but he did not dare to speak for fear of offending the three old men and tearing them apart.

Zhang Junping had a reserved smile on his face, but he was ecstatic in his heart.

His work was competed for by three people, which was the greatest compliment to him.

Finally, after arguing for a long time, the three old men finally got tired and stopped arguing and compromised with each other. Wu Shichang was given a set of twelve pictures of ladies with twelve golden hairpins, and Shen Congwen and Qi Gong each got twenty-four pictures.

The three of them didn't get it for nothing, they all exchanged their own works or collections.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, come home another day. Whether you want the calligraphy and paintings of me, an old guy, or the antiques from my collection, it's up to you to choose!" After deciding on the distribution plan, Qi Gong said to Zhang Junping.

Shen Congwen and Wu Shichang also spoke and asked Zhang Junping to go to his home to select collections for exchange.

"Thank you Mr. Wu, Mr. Qi, and Mr. Shen for your kindness. It is a great honor for the three seniors to be willing to collect my works. How dare you ask the three seniors to exchange their collections!

If the three seniors think that the boy is worthy of training, and reward him with a calligraphy and painting for him to learn to copy, it will be a great honor."

Zhang Junping behaved very modestly, which made the three Hongxue masters have a great impression of him. They insisted that Zhang Junping go to the house to choose, otherwise they would look down on them.

Zhang Junping stopped being pretentious and agreed.

Although the exchange was agreed, the sixty pictures of ladies had to be temporarily left on the set of "A Dream of Red Mansions" and could not be taken back until the filming of "A Dream of Red Mansions" was completed.

After the three Hong Kong scholars divided the pictures of ladies, it was finally Wang Fulin's turn to speak. Wang Fulin held Zhang Junping's hand tightly and thanked him: "Zhang Daxue, thank you so much. With these paintings, I feel more confident about filming "Dream of Red Mansions"

Finally I have some confidence.

Now, on behalf of the "Dream of Red Mansions" preparatory team, I officially invite you to serve as the consultant and chief image designer of "Dream of Red Mansions"."

With the affirmation of the three Hongxue masters, Wang Fulin's attitude towards Zhang Junping also changed fundamentally.

The most obvious change is that Zhang Junping used to be called Xiao Zhang’s classmate, but now he is called Zhang Daxue.

"Director Wang, how can I, a late-schooler like me, serve as a consultant on "Dream of Red Mansions"?

What I just said to Mr. Shen is that it is true. I came to "Dream of Red Mansions" to study.

I don’t even dare to take on the role of chief image designer. It’s not that I’m modest, but I really can’t bear the responsibility.” Zhang Junping declined.

"Zhang Daxue, you are so humble. The three seniors of Hongxue have already recognized your achievements. You are the only one who is the chief image designer."

"Zhang Xiaoyou, please don't refuse. We old guys are getting older, so we can just play drums. The real work must be done by young people like you.

Based on your understanding of ancient costumes and the original characters of Dream of Red Mansions, you are definitely qualified to be the chief image designer." Wu Shichang said.

Wu Shichang's consistent style is to speak out and tell the truth without fear of offending others.

In terms of political status, he is also the highest among the three.

Although Qi Gong's status is relatively transcendent, it is only transcendent.

Shen Congwen's academic status is quite high, and his artistic achievements are not inferior to Qi Gong's, but his political status is not as good as Qi Gong's.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, Lao Wu is right, the job of chief image designer should only be done by a young person like you.

We old guys don't have the energy." Shen Congwen also persuaded.

Then, Qi Gong also started to persuade Zhang Junping to serve as the chief designer.

"Okay, since the three seniors have said so, then I will be the chief designer of this image and ask the three seniors for their guidance." Finally, Zhang Junping reluctantly accepted Wang Fulin's invitation.

Zhang Junping talks modestly, but he is secretly happy in his heart. When "A Dream of Red Mansions" becomes popular, he will have two more titles that can be used to show off.

The consultant and chief image designer of Dream of Red Mansions is personally recognized by three Hong Kong scholars.

This quality is absolutely high.

After accepting Wang Fulin's invitation, Zhang Junping had an in-depth exchange with three Hong Kong scholars on the costumes and characters in Dream of Red Mansions.

Gained a lot.

If time and place had not allowed it, Zhang Junping would have had the urge to re-create the Twelve Golden Hairpins.

They have been communicating for nearly three hours. After all, the three Hongxue masters are in their seventies, and Shen Congwen is already eighty-two, and his energy is not as good as that of a young man like Zhang Junping.

After three hours of communication, the three Red Scholars were exhausted and their faces showed signs of fatigue.


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