No one dared to say anything now. Huang Shengyi can be recognized as his younger brother. This relationship alone is worth making friends with.

"Thank you for coming, let's go inside and don't block the guests coming in!"

Jiang Ge led everyone to the music hall in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. When he saw Teacher Wang and others, he introduced, "This is Manager Yang, mine..."

Before he could finish speaking, the leaders of Changfang Technology directly surrounded Yang Feiyun, "No introduction is needed. How could we not know the famous Manager Yang? It's such an honor. I didn't expect to see him here."

"This is Mr. Qin from Dinghe Industrial. This is Mr. Huang from Taihe. I also bought cold medicine in your pharmacy!"

The leaders of state-owned enterprises were very excited. Naturally, they had seen these big guys before them.

In particular, Manager Zhang even saw Yang Feiyun speak at an official reception, but he could only watch from the audience and did not even have the opportunity to toast. Unexpectedly, he has become a friend of a young man now.

"Hello, Manager Yang, I am Zhang Tinghe, the planning manager of Changfang. Nice to meet you!"

Zhang Tinghe stretched out his hand to Yang Feiyun with excitement on his face. He had already put aside beauties and wanted to establish a good relationship with the people in front of him. It would be better for others to just say anything in front of the leader than to endure it. He has been struggling all these years.

The planning department is going round and round, and if we don't find opportunities, we will retire.

"Oh, hello!"

Yang Feiyun was a little embarrassed, but he still smiled and shook hands. If it weren't for Jiang Ge's face, when would a planning manager shake hands with him?

"Hello, Manager Yang, I am the production workshop director of Changfang Industrial, and my name is Shen Fuguo!"

Shen Fuguo couldn't help but step forward and show his face. Yang Feiyun's expression became even more strange. Another workshop director came. What is this?

"Brother Yang, it's a little cold outside, let's go in first!"

Jiang Ge noticed Yang Feiyun's embarrassment and quickly pulled his shoulder and walked inside. Shen Fuguokong was posing extremely depressed.

"Yes, go in first. You are all distinguished guests. I welcome you on behalf of these students." Teacher Wang also took the opportunity to smooth things over and wanted to quickly promote the students' works.

Then he looked at the reporter holding a camera and asked, "Have you ever filmed this scene? Mr. Yang and Mr. Jiang must be on the front page. Is that okay?"

"No problem, I will help you write the manuscript well."

The middle-aged reporter was very happy. He originally came here to cooperate with education propaganda just for a perfunctory purpose, but he didn't expect that the school would make the scene so big, with so many celebrities coming, and he would be able to get a bonus.

"What headline?" Yang Feiyun frowned, afraid that these reporters would write it randomly.

Teacher Wang quickly explained, "Manager Yang, this is a promotion for the art exhibition. It is mainly to expand your reputation and also help the students. You will not write randomly."

"Oh, that's okay!"

Yang Feiyun nodded and didn't ask anything, but Jiang Ge said, "I don't need to appear in the media. I like to keep a low profile."

"Oh, okay, then I'll ask them to downplay your presence."

Teacher Wang is also a good person and knows that some people find it difficult to show their face in public.

"Teacher Wang, do you think I'm suitable to be published in the newspaper? Why don't you leave a place for me, and by the way, support the art career of contemporary students."

At this time, Manager Zhang couldn't help it anymore and thought it was an opportunity to gain fame and he couldn't miss it.

"Okay... okay, I'll have someone save a place for you."

Teacher Wang was a little embarrassed. Originally, he wanted to let Manager Zhang appear on the page and be famous among the students. Now that there are so many big guys, Manager Zhang is obviously not qualified. However, this person is not knowledgeable, so he is not easy to offend.

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The group of people entered the music hall and found that the interior was exquisitely decorated. There were paintings hanging on the corridors and walls, including oil paintings, sketches, watercolors, etc., whether they were abstract or post-modern.

involves.

The quality of the paintings varies, but there are some outstanding works. Each painting has the author's name on it. Everyone feels like being influenced by art while looking at it.

From time to time, I comment on the transformations, as if everyone is an artist.

"This Western European pastoral painting is good. It depicts the working attitude of the people in the agricultural era of the beautiful country. These hundreds of acres of rice fields are cultivated by machines. The mechanization is different, but the technique is a little raw!"

"This half-length painting is very interesting. It seems to be a worker. The appearance is lifelike and has the atmosphere of the 1990s."

Listening to everyone's comments, Teacher Wang smiled broadly. What he wanted was someone who knew how to appreciate things.

"Please forgive me, students like me are not as good as those great painters, but every painting expresses a world. I hope everyone will be more tolerant!"

Teacher Wang said kind words for the students and then thought again, "If you like it, I can let the students give it away for free!"

"How can this be done? Isn't it an advantage to give it away for free? It's not easy for students. If you really like it, we won't be short of money." Yang Feiyun refused. Since he came, he had the idea of ​​spending money.

Originally, he thought that Jiang Ge's invitation to him was a big event, but he didn't expect that it was the work of a group of students. However, this suited him well, and the students' works cost only a few dollars, tens of thousands at most.

Others also expressed the same views and wanted to support college students to engage in art. When they heard these words, the students around them were happy.

"Gao Ya, the people your cousin has hired are so powerful. They are all big bosses. Do you think you will pay for our works?" A student couldn't help but ask.

In the painting industry, once someone pays for it and wins the lottery, future works will have a reputation and will gain fame. This is a good thing for everyone who studies painting.

Hearing this sentence, more than a dozen students looked at Gao Ya, expecting her to give an accurate answer.

Unfortunately, Gao Ya just shook her head and said, "Don't think too much, everyone. Our painting skills are still very immature. This exhibition is just to let people find out our shortcomings. How can we think about making money?"

"That's not necessarily true. Who said that you can't make money by studying art?"

Some people have raised objections. After all, they cannot learn this business all for art, and they also hope that their paintings can be sold for tens of millions like Van Gogh.

Painters also need to eat, so they can't starve to death for art.

"Yes, it would be great if someone would pay a high price for my paintings, so I wouldn't have to work odd jobs to buy paints." A girl wearing an ordinary worker's salary said expectantly.
Chapter completed!