In the room, Lu Xixin was leaning on the table, drawing something on the drawing board with a pencil.
Shen Jiayao came over with milk and said softly: "Drink a little and have a good sleep at night."
Lu Xixin took the milk obediently, and Shen Jiayao went to see the prototype that Lu Xixin had sketched on the drawing board.
"What is this?" he asked.
Lu Xixin held the cup and said, "It's the draft for the painting competition." Because of the limited time, he didn't exactly draw it on the spot during the competition. Instead, he brought the draft with him and then sketched and colored it.
Lu Xixin's manuscript is almost complete, but some small details have been added.
Shen Jiayao nodded, lowered his eyes to admire it, and then the more he looked at it, the more beautiful it became. It was so beautiful that he couldn't help but praise: "It's so beautiful. My Xinxin is the best in the world."
Lu Xixin was drinking milk when Leng Buding heard this and almost choked.
He raised his hand and slapped him on the body: "Keep your voice down. How can anyone boast so much? Isn't it a shame?"
"How could it be embarrassing?" Shen Jiayao didn't think so at all, "You are just too modest."
Lu Xixin: "..."
Shen Jiayao moved the drawing board to the studio on the fourth floor, and happened to be seen by Secretary Dong who couldn't sleep. He immediately stepped forward: "Boss, let me go."
Shen Jiayao turned around and avoided him: "Stay away from me, don't get hurt."
Secretary Dong's mind was spinning very fast. When he saw that he couldn't move the drawing board, he immediately ran to the front and pressed the elevator button. With one arm still blocking the elevator door, he turned sideways to let Shen Jiayao in: "Boss, slow down."
After entering the elevator, Secretary Dong wandered around the drawing board, very curious: "Boss, is this the manuscript Madam is preparing to participate in the painting competition?"
Secretary Dong doesn't know how to draw and can't understand it. He just thinks the pictures on the drawing board are pretty.
Shen Jiayao nodded, twitching the corners of his mouth, smiling proudly and showing off.
"It's so beautiful." Secretary Dong praised, and then became a little worried: "Boss, tell me, my wife is not a professional painting student. Can she win such a professional painting competition? I heard that there are
Many young painters have been famous for a long time."
Secretary Dong is really worried. After all, Lu Xixin is an amateur painter and doesn't spend much time and energy on painting.
Speaking from the bottom of my heart, Secretary Dong felt a little confused.
Shen Jiayao glanced at Secretary Dong and felt that it was pointless for him to worry about it. What does it mean to win?
Of course we can win! We can definitely win!
His Asarum is so powerful, how could he not win?
"Don't worry." Shen Jiayao looked determined, "Xixin's paintings are very good."
Secretary Dong nodded: "I know Madam's painting is very good, but art is a very subjective thing. What if the judges think that someone else's painting is better than Madam's painting?"
Shen Jiayao's tone was very matter-of-fact: "Then it must be because the judges are not good enough."
"However, what you said makes sense." Shen Jiayao frowned and said with a cold expression, "We cannot let the Xia family be the sole leader in organizing this competition."
"Secretary Dong." He called, "Hurry up and deal with it. I want to sponsor this competition."
"In the name of the company?" Secretary Dong asked.
Shen Jiayao shook his head: "It's easier to use it in my personal name."
Secretary Dong understood: "How much does the boss sponsor? Ten million?"
He quoted a relatively high number.
Shen Jiayao's eyebrows furrowed: "That's too stingy, 50 million."