Wan Changsheng couldn't help but say it was so delicious.

He hasn't considered the training school's issues yet, but simply feels that this is indeed a kind of beauty.

Just as Wan Changsheng discussed with Xu Pao and the others in the sculpture course, there are many kinds of beauty.

In general, beautiful beauty, that is, visual beauty, is actually a bit superficial and is a relatively superficial beauty.

It is like a beauty with impeccable facial features. It is quite amazing when you see it, but you forget it when you see it. Those who can really think of it often have their own characteristics.

Because what can really touch people is often the beauty of defects and the more profound beauty.

For example, the beauty of anger, the beauty of sadness, and the beauty of vicissitudes that bring the breath of time through the times in front of you.

In places where no one cares for a long time, plants often grow wildly.

It is full of ivy, green ivy, and the surrounding sycamore trees and yellow trees that cover the sky and the sun.

In this purely natural greening, the mottled and ruined old factory buildings, with the mark of time, dilapidated ceramic tiles, and old exterior walls, are easily filled with a sense of historical heaviness.

But when you look up and you can immediately find the brand new residential buildings on the twenty or thirty floors around you, which are a bit time-consuming.

Especially the huge old motorcycle front, there are traces of the ages.

The beauty of steel machinery is mixed in front of the broken brick wall, and it is incomplete.

What was more excited than him was Han Xiaomin. He couldn't wait to turn around and face Wan Changsheng, clenched his fists and asked quietly: "Do it! Let's take it down and build a creative park. Even if I never have the chance to do environmental art design in my life, Changsheng, give me this opportunity, just treat it as my graduation creation. I will use all my energy before graduation to build this creative park."

If it is a boy who is confused in love, maybe he agrees.

Unfortunately, Wan Changsheng was not. He was still a little more indifferent: "You said you should take it down and take it down? What are you doing when you take it down? Are you kidding?"

Chen Cheng was also excited, but the boys should be more rational and lowered their voices: "We are students of the Academy of Fine Arts, not real estate, and we need a lot of money to get land and factories. This is completely different from the art trading market."

Director Jiang may have a little artistic temperament in his heart: "I don't understand art, but I have seen several creative parks in the city. They are not as big as us, nor are they rich in our accumulation. Look, look here, this factory is only a small part of Shili Steel City back then. It is precisely because this special material steel factory is very important, so it is independent of the factory area and is built at special cost. It has made great contributions to the country for decades. It's really a pity... And you see that the density of these residential buildings around them is really too high. If you demolish them here, you will feel depressed. I will live here! So I want to make this place a meaningful place..."

Several other officials were a little sired.

There may be six or seven huge factories in that row, all of which are lined up in long strips, and there are only the silences everywhere.

Steel plants almost represent the ultimate scale of human industrial scale. Even if trusses and mechanical equipment are removed, people can still stand at the door and feel how small they are.

If you fill it all in, each factory building can be called a four or five-story building!

Wan Changsheng's heart has begun to be thrilled.

The last time he was walking in the Medical University, he had no intention of imagining the future of the Damei Training School.

In the last year, it has indeed reached the extreme capacity of the classroom warehouse. The classrooms of 3,000 people are full of people, and the dormitory building is even more crazy.

If it weren't for the tuition fees of Damei Training School and the accommodation fees were falling sharply, parents and students would really complain that the school would abuse their children...

Some dormitories now have to squeeze in more than a dozen art candidates!

There is really no room for expansion.

The enrollment this year has actually exceeded 2,000!

This hasn't officially recruited yet.

Wan Changsheng never seriously thought about how many people he recruited and when will the development scale of the training school be counted in the future?

Can't you recruit tens of thousands of people?

In fact, the art exam training school is a management blind spot.

The training institution itself is managed by the industrial and commercial department, but the training school must be managed by the education department.

People with a little social experience also understand that the more multiple departments manage things, the more loopholes there will be to exploit.

The number of students enrolled by regular colleges is strictly fixed, and it is impossible to accept them at will without end.

But there are really no restrictions on the art exam training class.

If the Damei training school is completely relocated to the place, solve the scale problem at one time, and ensure that there will be no patching in the next few years.

This matter...

Wan Changsheng couldn't help but look back.

Outside this row of factories are all kinds of messy later buildings, some of which are still covered with dilapidated signs such as labor service companies, labor and capital departments, finance departments, workers' clubs, etc.

It seems...it can be isolated from these factories.

This is the meaning of environmental design.

The design not only involves beautiful and beautiful flower racks, but also involves a lot of ergonomics and applied sciences.

It just so happened that the two backbones of the student union that Wan Changsheng brought with him today are industrial styling and environmental art design.

Looking at the scene, it is obviously much more professional than the sculpture Wan Changsheng and Chinese painting expert.

Wan Changsheng, who was quietly moved, was still reserved, and tried his best to maintain his leadership attitude and instructed Chen Cheng: "Take more photos and go back for the student union, and the Damei Society will discuss it together..."

Han Xiaomin, who has always been mature and steady, has lost his standards at this moment: "I've taken it! I've shot it and sent it to the management group and sent it to Du Wen. They all said it was OK, and Du Wen also said it was very good, and asked you to call her!"

He was quite arrogant and arrogant with the help of a chicken feather.

Wan Changsheng had a toothache: "What are you busy telling her about this kind of thing?"

Han Xiaomin knew it: "You are not going to listen to her yet! She said she called you..."

Sure enough, Wan Changsheng's mobile phone screen had already illuminated Du Wen's video call request.

Wan Changsheng had to put away some deliberate indifference and arrogance, cover his mouth and hide aside to answer the answer.

Director Jiang was curious: "Are the teacher in the school?"

Han Xiaomin hummed: "It's more effective than the teacher!"

Chen Cheng is quite a bit of a job spirit: "Director Jiang, you really trust Wan Changsheng. We are just students at school now. You are willing to entrust such a large project to us. How do you consider the venue funds and costs here?"

So my family is in the flower and tree market, so this guy is somewhat merchandising and knows some bargaining skills.

Director Jiang was also aimless: "Wan Changsheng, a student, is different. The scale of Damei Training School surprised us. This fully demonstrates his ability and is more in line with my expectations for him."

He reminded Han Xiaomin and quickly became modest: "Yes, what are your expectations for this project?"

Let's find out first!

Du Wen was full of jokes: "That's right, Boss Wan is going to do real estate development again. I wish you a prosperous business first. My agent, as a regular person, will still share the money."

Wan Changsheng laughed at himself: "I know nothing about the pit that people dug. I originally wanted to help the members of the painting major plan for art trading market..."

I quickly explained the whole story, and even held up my phone to let Du Wen see the characteristics of the building intuition, and then lowered his voice: "The key is that this area is very backward, and I am very worried about the impact of this environment on the training school."

Du Wen, who grew up in a family in the education system, pondered: "Your worries are not unreasonable, but I want to remind you two points. First, the problems based on garbage middle schools, breaking technical secondary schools, vocational high schools, and technical schools are all dependent on two-three-year scale. If the management is not good, it is easy to raise gangsters and bad school spirit. However, Damei Training Schools are all one-year or six-month intensive classes, which is a natural difference in management. Moreover, students of Damei Training School should be very clear from the first day of entering the school. This cannot follow up with a better education system, and it is two different things to have to spend the adolescent students in garbage school."

Wan Changsheng suddenly realized: "It seems that it is not as terrifying as I thought?"

Du Wen's low voice became a little gentle: "Wan Changsheng, the most important thing is, what is the significance of you want to engage in art education for young people? Isn't this an important part of your implementation and realizing your dreams? Helping those children who may have continued to be at the bottom of society to see a beautiful world and come into contact with the palace of art, isn't this the goal you work hard for?"

Wan Changsheng was silent again.

But at this time, he was no longer hesitating, he was suppressing his surging emotions.

Resist the urge to hug the figure on the other side of the camera.

Yes, if you look at the same thing from different angles, you can get completely different conclusions.

Haven't I understood this truth long ago?

But now I am in it because of my own position and the interests of great beauty, I am only because I am here and have not taken it out from another perspective.

The problem that Wan Changsheng was still struggling with just now suddenly became clear.

It is often said in the temple that Buddha saves those who are destined to be.

If you succeed, you are destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be honest.

Just like when I met Amyra, it was purely a small bag of a foreign disciple, but the gradually launched attempts to educate children's art can be said to be the inspiration point of being destined to meet.

Today, this seemingly ruined factory area and the seemingly chaotic and backward communities around it are the starting point for us to use aesthetic education to drive change?

It’s really fate that we can encounter such a thing.

It is even more because of fate that we can meet such a partner.

Even though the camera did not look at Wan Changsheng's face, Du Wen seemed to be able to sense him thinking and wait quietly. After a while, the two of them met again. Even if there was a little network delay or image mosaic, she could still see the confidence on Wan Changsheng's face: "Okay, you go and negotiate the conditions, I will allocate design and construction work, and investing the profit funds of Damei Training School in this area is more meaningful than anything else."

At this time, I have always been accustomed to the simple and clear Wan Changsheng. Looking at the girl on the camera, she seemed to be sitting in the library or somewhere, and finally couldn't help it: "Thank you."

Du Wen shook her hands lightly: "We are both dead, the group is already blown up."

Then, the video was played out neatly.

I was afraid that he would see his eyes suddenly turn red.

I agreed to make him better and better.

How could I feel complacent because of such a little momentum?
Chapter completed!