Old Tong and the others also knew Wan Changsheng.

Wan Changsheng had just finished coloring the sculptures in advance in the office. Zhao Leilei called the next day: "I asked Qiao Yu to come over to drink in the evening, bring your finished product with me, and asked me several times. The drunkard's intention was not to drink."

Wan Changsheng has always respected people with obsessiveness. He quickly found a box to pack his works on the appointment, and also called his companion from the Chinese painting department to accompany him.

I agreed to take a companion to get to know the circle every time, but it may not be suitable for girls to follow.

But he didn't expect that it was the big guy who had ulterior motives.

He brought the box as big as a microwave to the bar. Qiao Yu sat in a standard otaku posture that was not very sociable and sat in the corner against the wall. He even asked for a glass of juice and slowly drank it. Even though he was teased by a few teachers who were more familiar with him for two drinks, he quietly and firmly refused.

It would be strange if this temperament is good in human relationships and worldly affairs.

Wan Changsheng first used his eyes to signal his companions to toast glasses of wine to Lao Tong and the others one by one, while he was like offering treasures. He laughed and quickly picked up the fiberglass work for Qiao Yu to show.

Qiao Yu, who had a dull and silent expression on his face, suddenly seemed to have changed his body, holding the fiberglass and approaching the chandelier on the wine table.

As for the bar, in order to create a blurry atmosphere, even if it is the nostalgic style of this petty bourgeois style, the lights are not so bright, but Qiao Yu's face is only obsessed with the works.

All the artists arrived one after another, and they were familiar with this eager look of loving their love. Even if Xiaoxiao was curious, he would not compete with Qiao Yu.

After sitting down and drinking, I was chatting and chatting. Wan Changsheng told several shareholders of the training school about his advertising promotion plan. He did make a lot of money this year, and there were two or three million yuan, but the teaching expenses of celebrity mentors throughout the whole process were almost over one million yuan. If you carry out unprecedented advertising promotion here, most of the income will be less than a lot of money.

Moreover, Wan Changsheng also admitted: "If this method really works, this kind of advertising expenditure will not be reduced every year in the future. What's more, I think after the stability of the situation, I will reduce the tuition fees. Now the average training fee of 30,000 to 50,000 per person is too high for ordinary families."

Qiao Yu heard this fool who took the initiative to reduce the price, and glanced at Wan Changsheng with a strange glance in the middle, but continued to look at his own things.

Lao Tong relaxed his teeth and said: "I have no objection. I did this in the first place to make money. We didn't share the profits before. But you must remember that if you keep it on the line where profits are not lost, any sudden incident will lead to the collapse of the entire situation. You have to leave some margin and don't take one step too ruthless. After all, the price-snatching is too ruthless, which will offend the entire industry. Cutting off people and money is like killing parents, which will bring a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Zhao Leilei laughed at Lao Tong: "This is your middle-aged mindset. You have to consider everything, and you will lose less and less your passionate anger back then..."

Lao Tong was not afraid of laughing: "You didn't realize that it was because I had always taken over the course of the longevity, so I didn't have to be angry. I could enter the middle-aged stage of soaking wolfberry, and I could see the young people's enthusiasm comfortably."

Wan Changsheng clasped his fists and thanked: "Then I will try to do it."

I heard with my own ear that Wan Changsheng and the teachers admitted that they were not organizing training classes to make money. My companions in the Chinese Painting Department were a little excited and jumped up before Wan Changsheng to greet everyone one by one.

No one cares about him being just an ordinary student, and he drank it with a smile. As a result, this guy overestimated his alcohol tolerance and suddenly became a little dizzy. Lao Cao smiled and asked him to go to the bathroom.

Lao Tong took the opportunity to squint his eyes and said: "Yan Congwen is bragging about you everywhere, and you are a bit of a praising and killing you, because Lao Gou has offended many people over the years, and once he really retreats, he will definitely turn against you. You become an agent and take the blame. I heard that you can't beat him up as soon as you meet?"

Wan Changsheng was frightened: "Oh, I'm also young and ignorant. When I heard that he was praising me to gild others, I felt a little nervous. When I heard that his blind book was so profound, I admired him so much. I kept begging to become a disciple. Maybe it was too enthusiastic and a little too hasty, which scared Teacher Yan."

The catfish head Lao Fan squirted out the beer again, and the seven or eight teachers around him were laughing so hard that they were swelling up and down!

Only Qiao Yu looked up in confusion, probably he didn't even care about Yan Congwen and Blind Shu.

Just then, the person who came in from the door was burly and lifted the curtain and squeezed in. He immediately frowned: "Tong Daya, your back teeth are about to laugh. If you want to ask me for anything, I will go to Rongdu overnight..."

The old boy is not afraid of ridicule: "Boss Guo, make less money. You have to know how to enjoy life. If you have anything to do to your disciples."

It would be fine if I didn't say it, but Boss Guo immediately turned around and said, "Stop talking nonsense! You didn't manage your Chinese painting department well. Now you are a sweeping monk and are you embarrassed to laugh at me?"

Everyone laughed a little, but they must be familiar with the bickering scene between the two.

Wan Changsheng frowned hard, but he couldn't see the people there clearly when he was under the lamp.

Lao Tong stretched out his fingers with Wan Changsheng unconsciously: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you to see the individual. Wan Changsheng, the number one professional this year, entered the Chinese painting department, but in fact he wanted to learn sculpture. If you show him the sculpture works, it's still a bit interesting."

Boss Guo stopped and complained: "I'm hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute... Isn't this the student who was almost cancelled by Lao Gou last time. His professional grades are so good, why don't he take the sculpture department?"

The highest admission score in the entire Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts is probably the sculpture department, which has always been a typical example of high and low music.

And it is also a famous single major, and there are very few girls who are willing to play mud and beat stones.

The teachers around seemed to like to hear this situation, and laughed in advance like warming up, which was to continue the laughter that had just played against Wan Changsheng.

Wan Changsheng explained with shameless expression: "Hello, I... I didn't read the application form carefully when I was taking the Academy of Fine Arts. I never knew there was a sculpture major before. Besides, they all said I should take the Chinese painting department."

The laughter became even more intense, and the companions who came out of the toilet were so excited that they saw Wan Changsheng having a good relationship with the teachers and professors. He wanted to go through fire and water to help Wan Changsheng drink.

Because he knew that Wan Changsheng was seeking benefits for everyone.

Boss Guo was ridiculous and joking: "Haha, our sculpture has fallen to the point where even the candidates don't know... Forget it..."

Qiao Yu, who had been silent, finally raised the thing in his hand: "Brother Pao, this is what he made, and his foundation is very strong."

Unexpectedly, he actually mentioned not the work of Wan Changsheng, but his own mobile phone.

Boss Guo finally leaned over and took his phone, and walked over in silence for a few seconds. Lao Tong and the others quickly squeezed out some seats, as if they were happy to see that Wan Changsheng's talent was their fun!

The character's facial features on the mobile phone are naturally demonstrated by Wan Changsheng.

In the eyes of experts, you can naturally know the skills.

Lao Cao was rarely attentive to diligently transfer the fiberglass sculpture to the light.

On the oval base, the maintenance channel consisting of stage arches, curtains, background boards, and backstage pipelines are stacked layer by layer.

Wan Changsheng's first sculpture did not adopt the realistic style he was best at.

Instead, it highly summarizes the different materials and different things presented on the seven or eight levels of the stage, and is not shaped according to the real shape, and uses symbolic techniques that completely break through his own way of thinking.

For example, the curtain is really just a wall with a cloth drooping naturally with a curtain shape. Except for the following contact with the stage, there is no material to destroy the other three parties, which simply expresses the existence of a soft material such as a curtain.

The maintenance channel composed of various pipes is a bit like the gate of Shumei. The various pipes are unevenly formed into square arches, which only fall on the stage base, and no other contacts with each floor.

But these pipes are made extremely exquisitely.

The outermost stage arch is grand and grand.

The background board in the middle is colorful.

The curtain is soft and drooping, the reliefs on the stage arch are endless, and the stainless steel side reflector is rigid and crisp.

Show all kinds of different materials to the fullest.

In fact, all the objects are expressed on the clay sculpture by Wan Changsheng. Qiao Yu helped him turn the mold and paint it.

Even the stainless steel is made of paint.

But as the director of the Sculpture Department, Guo Huaisheng only looked at this hard-working thing casually and asked Wan Changsheng directly: "Who is your master?"
Chapter completed!