Mr. Qiu nodded, "It's settled. The first prize will be given to a six-year-old painter from Shanghai. That work is very good."
"Mr. Qiu, what should we do now?" A middle-aged woman asked in embarrassment.
Xiao Chen nodded, "Okay, I won't disturb you all. Oh, by the way, give me the list of winners and I will contact the merchants to formulate the prizes and certificates."
This competition was organized by the Chinese Painting Association and also supported by the government.
Xiao Chen nodded, "Well, that's right, so this first prize will be given to Wang Haoyang, and you can decide the rest of the rankings."
The entrance of the association.
"Do you think this is okay? If we set the number of excellence awards, wouldn't it be okay?"
There was a sound outside the spacious classroom.
Time passed by minute by minute.
"Yes, this painting is very good, and it is qualified to win the second prize."
"This is a way. If we don't give some encouragement for the ranking, it won't make sense in our hearts. In my opinion, let's do it this way."
"Where it seems, there are obviously more. Three years ago, there seemed to be only a hundred pairs. Now it seems that there are at least four to five hundred pairs. This workload is not ordinary."
In the spacious classroom, many staff members are already waiting.
The remaining paintings can basically enter the second or third prize.
Mr. Qiu didn't say much, "That's okay." He agreed with Xiao Chen's statement.
Then the masters of the association at the scene began to review the paintings one by one.
"That's true."
"Yes, I have seen twenty paintings, and the level is quite good, and I am only eight years old. Can you imagine this?"
"Isn't that okay? It's all for the Magic City. What about other places? If you publish the list, won't you be scolded to death?"
"There's something wrong. It's different from previous years. How can the level of these children's paintings be so high? According to our regulations, there is only one first prize, ten second prizes, twenty third prizes, and fifty excellence awards. , but now these paintings make it difficult to choose.”
What's going on in the Magic City? They just don't give opportunities to contestants from all over the place. They just give up their rankings. The works of those little painters in the Magic City stand out from all over the country, and their standards are higher than them.
capital.
The same goes for everyone at the scene, with confused expressions on their faces.
"The devil is seeing a ghost today. This was not the case in previous years."
Nine o'clock!
"Well, this six-year-old little painter Xiaopang is very good, and his paintings are very interesting. He deserves the first prize. Let's give the second prize to the other painting."
Xiao Chen wears glasses and is polite and energetic. "Mr. Qiu, has the first prize been decided?"
Mr. Qiu, "I have two paintings in my hand, one is from the Magic City and the other is from the capital. However, I like this landscape painting, which is two levels higher than the flower and bird painting, so I suggest that this painting be The first prize is given to this little painter Xiaopang, what do you say?"
"It's not bad. The paintings of these children can be as complicated as they are. After three seconds of a painting, there is a conclusion."
Mr. Qiu, "Then what do you think we should do? In terms of painting standards, the ones in the Magic City are obviously much higher than those in other areas."
Everyone shook their heads, this matter was probably settled.
“There seem to be a lot of paintings this year.”
Mr. Qiu was stunned, "You mean Mr. Wu Guanming's student?"
Mr. Qiu, "This..."
"Xiao Chen, this is a bit bad. Ranking depends on strength and fairness. There is no back door. Moreover, Wang Haoyang's work is much worse than this one."
The masters of the association stopped what they were doing, but from their expressions, it could be seen that they were a little shocked.
The masters from the Chinese Painting Association came to review. Of course, the real bosses will not be allowed to review the paintings of these teenagers. Now only ordinary members of the association are here.
Mr. Qiu is the old man of the association. Among these painters, he has a higher status. Everyone is looking at Mr. Qiu and can only wait for Mr. Qiu to make a decision.
Until half past ten.
But the difficulty now is that the number of second prizes, third prizes, and excellence awards is limited, so there are so many paintings that it is a bit difficult.
Mr. Qiu asked, "Xiao Chen, what's the matter?"
The surrounding staff gathered around, looking surprised, "This must be at least four to five hundred copies."
"Let's not talk about this for now. Quickly set it up. The teachers will come to review it later."
"Looking at it again, this time I looked at it carefully. I looked carefully at the details and the writing style. I used a professional eye to select and rank the works."
Xiao Chen pondered for a while, "This first prize goes to Wang Haoyang from the capital. Wang Haoyang's father is a leader in the capital. The leader just called and explained that he wanted his son to win the first prize, and that Wang Haoyang is also Mr. Wu’s student, so he needs to be given some face.”
"According to such strict rules, the second and third prizes can be divided easily. However, those paintings in the Magic City basically all include the second and third prizes. So which work will be awarded this prize?"
Dong Dong~
"It's not just you who's in pain, we're all in pain."
"This is my third prize."
"Who knows, anyway, this has exceeded the standard now, and I have to rush to get this prize."
"Otherwise, the ranking will be given to those from the Magic City?" Mr. Qiu said.
This Xiao Chen is the person in charge of diplomacy of the Chinese Painting Association. Although he is not a painter, the Chinese Painting Association also needs to communicate with the outside world.
After entering the venue, the masters of the association communicated with each other, and then each person had a pen in his hand. As long as he passed, he would draw a red circle below. The final ranking was arranged, and everyone discussed together to decide the result.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and then a man walked in.
"My dear, you can achieve such a level at such a young age. If you continue to cultivate it properly, it will be incredible."
He is also in a dilemma now. There are a total of 483 paintings sent. He could have decided on the ranking early, but now he is in a dilemma.
"Haha, how heavy can it be? There are only a hundred or so paintings at most for this children's cup. Hey, why is it so heavy?" Another staff member took the box and sank so hard that he almost missed it. , then looked shocked and put the box directly on the ground. The moment he opened it, he was dumbfounded, "Fuck, so many?"
Xiao Chen shook his head, "Oh, masters, why do you think so? This matter is just a competition among children. It's not like they don't give out rankings. Don't offend others because of this. Besides, it's not enough to win the first prize at the age of six. It’s easy to make that child proud, so why not suppress it a little, and it will be easier for him to succeed in the future, right?”
When the bosses entered the classroom and saw the densely packed paintings on the walls, they were stunned and looked in awe.
"Take it easy, this is a bit heavy, and I don't know how many paintings there are." The staff member handed the things over and said.
“It’s the first time I’ve discovered that judging children is such a painful thing.”
But he didn't think much about it, he just needed to deliver the things to a fixed place.
"Hey, the quality of today's paintings is extraordinary. It's much higher than in previous years. It seems that there are more and more good people learning Chinese painting."
"let's move."
The 'Chinese Painting Children's Cup' competition has ended, and selected paintings have been sent directly from various places.
Naturally, these children's paintings cannot catch the eyes of the masters, but there is no way. The Chinese Painting Association has the responsibility to shoulder the heavy responsibility of inheriting Chinese painting. These competitions can only attract citizens and allow them to send their children to learn Chinese painting. .
The staff member held the box of items and muttered to himself, "How many paintings are there, and why are they so heavy?"
As for rewards, although they are not much, they are also an encouragement.
Everyone started discussing.
Among the 370 paintings sent from Shanghai, there was one painting that shocked them. The young artist was only six years old, but the painting stood out and ranked first in their hearts.
The next day!