Ding Xiaopeng wanted to give up on the road: "Boss Zhao is now bringing the strongest studio in the oil painting department. Will he look down on me, a freshman who just entered, and will he think you are ignorant? I..."

Wan Changsheng relaxed: "Don't treat it as a teacher, it's just a friend you can talk to. However, it's a good habit to talk less and listen more, and you can learn and learn a lot from their experience."

Ding Xiaopeng was still nervous: "Of course you are different."

Wan Changsheng shook his head: "Everyone can look down on anyone, but his heart is strong enough, he will not take these external things seriously. Yes, we are only admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. Our professional skills and reputation are not as good as teachers and professors. But this does not mean that we just bow our heads and lower our heads and lower our points. It is enough to respect our seniors and not be presumptuous. If the other party's quality and cultivation are not achieved, just ignore it."

Ding Xiaopeng took a deep breath: "I really couldn't learn these things when I was in middle school. We all felt that we had changed a lot with you this year."

Wan Changsheng hugged his shoulder intimately: "Has I been learning a lot of changes with you?"

Ding Xiaopeng finally laughed, and then suddenly sniffed a few times: "Damn, have you taken a shower after the military parade?"

Wan Changsheng was embarrassed: "The head teacher called me at the entrance of the stadium and said he would go to a meeting on Monday, and he would pull me out for a bunch of them again. When you go back, you will wash them and take me out for dinner."

Ding Xiaopeng pinched his nose in disgust: "Okay! Stay away from me!"

Wan Changsheng was timid when he walked into the bar opposite the gate. He tried to choose a seat away from it so that he would not feel that he was not clean.

This has nothing to do with being strong inside.

But where can I run away? When I was found in the middle-aged uncles shouted: "Yes! I dare to talk to Lao Gou like that, Lao Zhang called me afterwards to ask about your situation."

Wan Changsheng revealed his ugly appearance: "I just finished military training and I didn't take a shower..."

A group of men were hahaha: "Then sit farther away! Drinking and drinking, the training school has been very popular this month. Can we actually bring all the people in the art exam tour lecture for class? We should pay a lot of time and time."

Wan Changsheng felt like he was reporting to the board of directors: "The current deformity of the art exam school, I think the big problem is the issue of commission rebate. In order to recruit students, the school forced to pay so many agency fees. If this problem is not reversed, the school will always be cooked without rice, but will be held hostage by various agencies."

Everyone nodded, some shook their heads and had sarcastic expressions, of course not mocking Wan Changsheng.

Ding Xiaopeng carefully sat with his butt, but unexpectedly, Zhao Leilei enthusiastically asked him to come out: "Sit here to drink easily. Are you a friend and classmate of Changsheng?"

The poor freshman in the oil painting department had a little trembling knees: "Zhao, Teacher Zhao, I am new to the oil painting department this year, new to the new..."

Everyone laughed loudly, making Ding Xiaopeng even more nervous.

Zhao Leilei helped him pour wine: "At this time, regardless of the school relationship, you have a good relationship with Changsheng?"

Wan Changsheng introduced: "Ding Xiaopeng, my roommate in the training school is now all thanks to them to help me take turns to teach. Even if I lose money this year, I will still make my reputation public and let the candidates know that there is such a super training and intensive school. Last year, there were about 300 people and 152 people participated in the subsequent college entrance examination cram school. All the staff passed the college entrance examination, and 60% of them entered Shumei. Others were distributed in various art majors across the country, and there were two Qingmei. This year, they must have majors and have peaked in both cultural scores. In addition, they increased publicity, and tried every means to make their reputation famous, so that next year's enrollment was done by themselves, squeeze out the cancer of the intermediary!"

Someone shook his head: "The idea is good, but the reality is very skinny. I rarely know how to take the art college outside the circle. Basically, they are enlightenment teachers. High school art teachers bring in, and there is no channel to understand."

Wan Changsheng’s idea is: “Oh, then we’ll find a way to open this channel.”

The old boy nodded: "What about?"

Wan Changsheng’s idea is: “It is a super middle school with thousands of students or even more. After increasing the admission rate, the admission restrictions will be increased, and the recommendation will be recommended in graded screening. It is time to enter the Academy of Fine Arts. The purpose of the art majors in various colleges and universities is to improve the admission rate. This is my feeling of repeating the college entrance examination in the super middle school. Only when the admission rate and reputation are established, parents have the right to speak. They do not rely on intermediaries to provide professional talents to major art schools, and even provide some pre-professional training for the stage and sculpture majors.”

Old Dong teased: "Haha, Old Cao, you see, you have been doing it for a few years, and you haven't thought too much about it yet."

Lao Cao squinted his eyes and was not afraid of laughing: "When did I do business? I am a painter. I think it's the limit if I have two or three hundred students. No matter how much energy I have to take care of it, Wan Changsheng has ideas on these things, which is his advantage."

Zhao Leilei was curious: "Yes, Changsheng, you are only in your freshman year now, and you have various courses... Although you are not too busy, it is still a bit difficult to manage such a large scale, right?"

Wan Changsheng Latin Xiaopeng: "Dozens of our previous class will help me participate in teaching. In the future, this will form a traditional convention. Let's work in this direction first. What I advocate is to do first, and then slowly improve and adjust, rather than to prepare everything carefully, so there are no foolproof plans."

Lao Tong had another drink before he talked to the topic: "Then it's not that easy for you to go through this course. If you have time, please communicate with me about the new Chinese painting method. Your professional foundation is so good that it may become narrower and narrower in traditional techniques. Of course, I support and agree with how you want to promote your professional direction, but you can't regard seal carving as the only choice. It's really a niche literati. It's too small in both the market and the influence are too small, which is not in line with your direction."

The greasy uncle of the catfish head said bluntly: "Lao Tong means that even if you choose seal carving, you must also practice Chinese painting and others at the same time. Come and do oil painting with us. This is the kingdom."

Zhao Leilei nodded: "Old Tong is a new Chinese painting. It would be a pity that Changsheng's professional foundation will not be expanded. Let's go to the Chinese painting department course first. Come to my studio at any time. Let's discuss new ideas. I saw your famous mural, which has clearly entered the category of modern realism. Although it is still very immature, it has a lot of space."

Lao Cao even said directly: "I just had a studio vacated next door, so you just rented it. It's convenient to drink wine. We can sit for two glasses at any time."

Wan Changsheng finally hesitated to admit it, feeling a little sorry for everyone's kindness: "I... Actually, I want to learn sculpture now."

What?

The catfish head uncle was holding the wine bottle and blowing, and he immediately choked.

The old boy's movement of reaching out to grab some peanuts also solidified, and it was hard to believe: "Sculpture?!"

Zhao Leilei quickly reminded: "Seal carving is seal carving, and it is different from sculpture..."

Ding Xiaopeng can finally participate in it in a low voice: "All the time outside of military training and training schools these days, he has been making clay sculptures, and he is determined to learn sculptures, and has never seen him touch his brush..."

After pausing, he became a traitor: "There are several engravings of the chapters."

The oil painters here and the Chinese painters suddenly started to cheer in disappointment: "Drink!"

Lao Tong sucked his teeth and drank the whiskey: "You only started learning clay sculpture at this time, isn't it a little late?"

Wan Changsheng shook his head: "I said that I have painted murals in the temple for more than ten years and made the head of a clay Buddha ghost that has been for more than ten years..." He poked out his hand and put it on the table: "I have been hitting stones for more than ten years. I really didn't expect that the Academy of Fine Arts also teaches stone shooting. I am not learning clay sculptures now, but creating."

Everyone touched Wan Changsheng's calloused hand, shocked.

"Damn, your hand hasn't been destroyed yet?"

"Duerre's prayer hand, didn't his brother destroy his hand because of stones and could never learn to draw again?"

The hand holding the brush is accurate and stable, and the strength of hitting stones can destroy fingers, musculoskeletal nerves.

Wan Changsheng looked at it right and wrong and thought it was used to it: "I often pinch mud in the morning because the air is full of moisture, and I cut stones in the morning and paint murals in the afternoon. Moreover, I carve stone tablets and carve dragon heads, and I have a lot of fine work, which is very different from the pure physical labor of quarry workers."

Lao Cao, who can finally devote himself to creating recently, is concerned about the result: "Then what creation did you do..."

Speaking of this, he was the most depressed. At the beginning, he recommended Wan Changsheng into the circle, but he was unable to make any powerful creations.

All the cram school paintings can only be called exercises. The only serious work may be the mural of No. 2 Middle School.

Everyone was curious about the probe.

Wan Changsheng had no choice but to turn on his mobile phone and release the video of his work during his military training period. In the training school office, he made a clay sculpture platform to tinker with his work.
Chapter completed!