Chapter 394

"Great, Gu Zheng. With the results of this competition as a cushion, I can submit your list of entries for the National Games to the National Sports Commission."

"Also, this time, you not only got the champion bonus of this competition, but also got the record breaking bonus specially added by the competition organizing committee."

Hearing this, Gu Zheng was wiping his sweaty hands and paused. He asked as if nothing had happened: "how much is the bonus?"

"The first prize is $40000, and the record breaking prize is doubled on this basis, that is to say, you can finally get a huge sum of $80000."

"But you have to pay 20% personal income tax and 20% team support fee to the sports committee."

"The last thing you can get is a pure competition bonus of 48000 dollars."

"Oh, by the way, there is also a reward of one, two or three for Chinese players."

"The first Chinese male athlete can also receive 3000 yuan, but this is RMB."

"I discussed with the people in the sports committee. We won't draw the bonus."

"Thank you!"

Gu Zheng smoked the corners of his mouth. He had some meat pain, but he suddenly thought of such a huge sum of money.

So can you slightly improve the grade of your 100000 yuan economy car?

Change it into an SUV with hundreds of thousands of yuan. Think about it carefully, he can still bear it now.

Gu Zheng, who made up his mind, handed over the next matter to director tie.

The bilateral cooperation relationship between him and the Municipal Sports Commission is to save trouble. After a while, the other party will deal with all the awards and bonus payment processes after the competition.

Now Gu Zheng, under the gracious service of Jiang Lang, the logistics personnel of the sports committee, looks through the news in his mobile phone.

Huh?

Why are there so many missed calls from Zhang Yifan?

Confused Gu Zheng dialed back with a key.

"Hello? I'm Gu Zheng. What can I do for you?"

At the other end of the phone, Zhang Yifan heard that Gu Zheng, who had been missing for nearly a week, called him back. Don't mention the excitement.

He quickly hugged the phone and asked anxiously in a very forbearing voice, "brother Zheng, where have you been these two days? I'll call you and always turn it off."

"Hey, didn't I go to participate in the intensive training of the sports committee? The closed training a few days ago, all communication equipment are prohibited."

"In order to prevent us from playing games, our mobile phones were confiscated. No, I just finished the game and sent the machine back to us."

"What? What do you want from me?"

"Yes, of course!" Zhang Yifan, sitting on the toilet, changed a more comfortable position and continued, "brother Zheng, have you forgotten what day it is today?"

"What day? Weekend, the day of the Capital International Marathon."

"No, this afternoon is the day when our college of re education's excellent works will participate in the exhibition with the students of those professional disciplines in the Central Academy of fine arts."

"You have forgotten that you have been selected as the representative of our college. You should paint on site for the exhibition of the college with those old professors and excellent student representatives of the Academy of fine arts!"

"Brother, don't tell me you forgot."

"Ha ha..."

The opposite thought of the answer was a little embarrassed: "then what, Zhang Yifan, I really forgot."

"The award ceremony on my side, with all kinds of things, can't end until noon at the earliest."

"Why don't you come and pick me up?"

'puff'

Comrade Zhang's stool was not smooth for a long time, and he was finally frightened out by Gu Zheng.

At this time, Zhang Yifan is physically and mentally smooth. His brother trusts him like this. How can he disappoint the other party?

"You're waiting for me. I'll pick you up now!"

In fact, Zhang Yifan, who finished this sentence, fell into deep regret soon after arriving at the scene of the game.

He rushed through countless enthusiastic audiences, tore the layers of defense of various media, and overcame all difficulties before he rescued Gu Zheng with a champion medal. When he was rescued from inside, his image of jade tree facing the wind had already become a broken beggar.

"Shall we hurry?"

Looking at Zhang Yifan, who arrived at the gate of the school after thousands of hardships, Gu Zheng was a little embarrassed.

He took the initiative to say: "well, brother, it's really troublesome for you this time. If you need help in the future, just ask. If I can help you, I'll help you."

"Really!" hearing Gu Zheng's words, Zhang Yifan's glasses and legs stopped shaking. He stretched out a palm in front of Gu Zheng: "a gentleman's word."

"Pa"

Gu Zheng directly recorded the other party's palm: "it's impossible to recover."

When he strided into the exhibition hall, Zhang Yifan behind him fought back his tears and blew his swollen palm: "Huhu, brother Zheng, how can you be so strong."

"Hey, slow down, I can't catch up."

This energy is enough. People who have just finished a marathon can still leave Zhang Yifan far behind.

Gu Zheng, who had come to the door of the exhibition, found his mentor looking around in front of the door, as if waiting for someone.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the person waiting for him finally came, the head teacher directly pulled Gu Zheng and walked inside: "what else can we do? All the teachers and students of our re education college are waiting for you alone."

"I tell you, Gu Zheng, I don't care how good you are. When it's your turn to show it later, shake it all out for me and don't hide it, you know?"

"These bastards of professional colleges really think we people who spend money on school are easy to bully?"

"Today you let them know what is a genius from the people, what is an unreachable spirit, and what is a talent that a craftsman can't have all his life."

"Give me a hard look at each other's arrogance, and let the group of little rabbits know what it means to be human. There are people in the sky, and let their eyes grow on their heads."

Oh, hey, I've always been a good tempered head teacher. Who's angry?

Gu Zheng, who was basically dragged away, understood as soon as he arrived at the exhibition site with the largest number of people.

Just because the people who are painting on the scene, surrounded by people, are students of the Department of traditional Chinese painting of the Central Academy of fine arts.

Zhang Leng, an apprentice who introduced Gu Zheng to take the examination of Professor Yang of the Central Academy of fine arts.

He has been influenced by his family since childhood and has a strong interest in painting and calligraphy.

When he was only ten years old, he showed his spirituality in traditional Chinese painting, which was praised by many painters engaged in traditional Chinese painting creation.

The boy was also a man of great perseverance. He persisted with the growth of age. Finally, he was affirmed by Professor Yang and lost in the other party's door.

This man's reputation is almost unknown to all the students in the Academy of fine arts.

Before he graduated, he already had galleries and Chinese exhibition contractors to negotiate with him on the sale of small exhibitions and paintings.

It can be said that he is the representative of young traditional Chinese painting painters in recent years.

With Zhang Leng's name, he can walk sideways in the traditional Chinese Painting Department of the Central Academy of fine arts.

Unfortunately, the first place in this exhibition was a traditional Chinese painting. I don't know how the Academy considered it, so it was placed next to the traditional Chinese painting exhibition works of the Professional College of the Central Academy of fine arts.

This is great.

Normally speaking, the student works of professional colleges should have a considerable level, but it also needs to be compared with who.

This is not true. Against the backdrop of Gu Zheng's long scroll, it directly compares the works that were originally regarded as Xiao Zhong Xiu into slag.

It's not that their works are bad, but under the artistic conception of a large number of magnificent and magnificent works, the delicate flowers of other students are too high-grade.

Just like the boundless desert crazy sand and a small water bubble on the edge of the water town, there is no comparable impact on people both visually and spiritually.

This can be regarded as stabbing the lung tubes of the students in these professional colleges.

Their fragile little self-esteem has not been subjected to the cruel wind and rain of reality, and can not be as brazen as it is.

Therefore, I deeply appreciate the sense of shame under the onlookers of my professional teachers, school leaders and relevant personnel of relevant departments.

In particular, this group of judges kept making the following comments on the origin of the original author of the painting.

"Whose work is this? The stroke is mature and old. It has reached the level of an independent painting exhibition."

"Hehe, this is a work selected by the College of re education under our school."

"Re education college? Isn't it the night school I imagined?"

"Yes, yes."

"God, did the student graduate from a professional subject and then further study?"

"No, he is a social figure. He is definitely not engaged in art."

"Oh, my God, this makes those students who learn painting without doing anything else every day. How can they get along with themselves in the future?"

"Yes, yes, I've learned in vain for so many years. It seems that our daily tasks and homework are still too easy."

"Yes, yes."

In a few words, I filled in an endless future for them. How can this be tolerated.

So, what should the stricken crying child do now?

Then we must find children who are better than them to find a place for them.

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PS: friendship push book, steel men, this book by Bai Yuhan.

I haven't read the book I pushed. I cry... It's not good-looking. Please ignore it