The association member looked at the paintings on the table and replied: "There are about sixty more."
Wu Chuang nodded, "Okay, you continue to work."
Wu Chuang picked up one of the eliminated works and started looking at it.
After a few seconds, he frowned slightly, casually put it back in its place, picked up another one, and looked at a dozen works like this.
When he picked up another painting, his casual gaze paused for a moment, and then his eyes settled on the painting.
He was in a great mood.
This was the first time he had seen someone take grief to the extreme in his paintings.
As soon as I opened it, I felt a strong smell of sadness coming over me.
Especially the picture-in-picture, the eyes of the heroine above, it seems that all the sorrow and regret in the world are gathered in these eyes.
When the members of the association saw Wu Chuang's strange look, they came over and said, "Chairman, do you have any questions?"
"Is this a eliminated painting?"
"Yeah." He nodded. He had an impression of this painting. When he saw it for the first time, he threw it away. It was too monotonous and not a good painting after all.
But seeing Wu Chuang's solemn expression, he asked anxiously: "Chairman, do you have any questions?"
Wu Chuang handed the painting to him, "You take a good look."
The members of the association took it and couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that there was something about this slightly monotonous painting that caught the chairman's eye
He looked at it seriously.
A minute later, he was shocked, raised his head, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Chairman, I made a mistake."
If Wu Chuang hadn't come here today, this painting would have been eliminated, and a painting genius would have been buried.
If you enter this painting into the competition, you have a high chance of winning.
Wu Chuang did not blame him. Unless he was a highly skilled painter, he would not be able to tell how good this painting was at first glance. It took him ten seconds to take it seriously.
He glanced at the eliminated paintings and ordered: "Look at them again. There is no need to rush to avoid missing them."
The members of the association also had this plan. At this moment, Wu Chuang gave the order and he nodded, "Okay."
Wu Chuang did not keep the painting, but took it back to the office.
He couldn't put it down for this painting. He looked at it carefully and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
Wu Chuang's eyes fell on the name, Sheng
A name I've never heard of.
If it weren't for the Qinghua Painting Competition, he would have really doubted which master's painting it was.
This painting cannot be faulted in terms of technique or technique. The most important thing is the conveying of emotions in the painting. Looking at this painting, one feels a strong sense of sadness. At the same time, a small stream of light shoots in from the outside. A little sunshine gives people a kind of hope.
This was the first time he had seen such a strong ability to convey emotions.
Wu Chuang had an impulse to see this Sheng right away.
With this kind of talent, he must win him over to the association.
Wu Chuang's paintings are also very famous across the country. One painting can sell for tens of millions, but he has never been pretentious. He is also a lover of talent. No, when I see this painting, I want to see Sheng. .
Wu Chuang put down the painting and wrote in his notebook, Sheng's painting "Regret".
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At noon, Qin Sheng went out and did not rest in the dormitory. When he came back, he happened to meet Su Yixiu.
He walked very fast and was sweating profusely.
When he saw Qin Sheng, he paused and said, "Qin Sheng, congratulations, you did well in the exam this time."
Su Yixiu was a genius and very diligent. From childhood to adulthood, he always got first place in any exam he took. This was the first time he met someone who surpassed him.
There was no reluctance in his heart.
He never thought that the first place could only be him.
Su Yixiu was really happy for Qin Sheng.
(End of chapter)