Wan Changsheng and the others stayed in the museum until 2:00 pm. A professor who had not eaten breakfast when he left in the morning had a little hypoglycemia.

Under the urging of various phone calls from the family, a group of people came back to have lunch in a sightseeing electric car.

The simplest pig soup is to emphasize the freshly slurry pork, mixed with cabbage, fungus and other clear soups, and cook them in a pot.

Unlike many people who think that Jiangzhou people eat hot pot, this is a pot of clear water soup. However, because all the meat and vegetables are fresh, it is particularly emphasized that the newly killed pigs and freshly picked dishes.

It tastes very fresh and fragrant.

The artists did not think that this kind of vulgar eating method was inconsistent with the resort's grade. They just reminded the tableware to make a sense to match this wild dish.

Wan Changsheng rarely invited the teachers to have a drink, but it was nothing to do in the afternoon and evening anyway.

But just as he went to his car to get Wuliangye, he received a call from Director Xi: "What are you doing?"

When Wan Changsheng remembered the things Du Wen sent, he also forwarded them to Director Xi and Master Guan for a report: "Today is considered to be the entire project of the art resort. I happened to invite the leaders of Shumei and the head of the department, so as to try to use this place as a student sketching base, contact nature, and remember the bitterness and sweetness of the 1950s and 1960s."

Director Xi calmed down: "How is the other things going?"

Wan Changsheng closed the trunk door and reported again. The Ministry of Vocational Education was about to start classes. I heard that Lin Chuni and her men took the lawless teenagers in military training and were very obedient. Thanks to Pingxi for the support provided by Pingxi. The art education center in southern Henan has actually started construction for half a month. It is almost designed while completing the procedures. Zhai Fubai and his team directly took computer equipment and other places to live in the commercial center to build a floor shop!

So the members of the Damei Society in the whole north participated a lot this time. During the construction period, people often went to the site to see it at their own expense, and did nothing to see this place that would definitely be called the Damei Art Education Center in the future, and then left happily, including students from Ping Opera.

Wan Changsheng was very pleased: "The main thing is to experiment with this model. If it can make profits and operate, we will promote the model to several provinces with weak art points and promote art education on a large scale. Now at the end of September, we will strive to recruit students in southern Henan around the Spring Festival next year!"

Other thoughts: "The whole team can finally run on its own. I am now a senior and can devote all my efforts to professional creation..."

There was a few moments of contemplation: "Okay, since you have arranged everything in your hands and the previous and subsequent paragraphs are clear, come to Pingjing immediately and stay in Pingjing before the Spring Festival."

Wan Changsheng was very surprised: "Why? Is it? Professor Lei has sent me all the books to start studying."

It can be said that Wan Changsheng’s creation problem is that the contact area of ​​modern art is too narrow. Studying a master’s degree is indeed of great help to expand his horizons, and it has no effect on his daily study at all.

Director Xi: "This is also one aspect. You should look like you are studying for a master's degree, not a correspondence course. You can show up every day to avoid gossiping. What's more, there is something else..."

The artists who were eating enthusiastically saw Wan Changsheng coming back procrastinately, and even sneered at him: "Do you want to give up your good wine?"

Wan Changsheng shook his head and went to find some cups to pour for everyone. He also said: "I would like to all teachers and teachers, and then I have to go to the airport immediately. There is an appointment with me to go to Pingjing. This... my studies may have to be suspended for one semester."

Who is Zhao Leilei asking, what is Lao Tong talking about?

The department head asked who was so proud of his face.

Wan Changsheng drank the white wine and rubbed his face hard with both hands. He looked a little confused: "Call me... to be a director, director of the Spring Festival Gala this year."

The artists were collectively confused. One of them dropped the paper cup in his hand and rushed to pick it up, but instead splashed the wine everywhere. However, the two of them did not respond when they were stained. They stood there together and watched Wan Changsheng.

Lao Cao almost narrowed his little eyes into slits.

Then, under the guidance of Lao Tong, everyone started to laugh loudly. Guo Huaisheng laughed so hard that he slapped the table: "You're done! Director Wan, your Waterloo is here!"

Zhao Leilei was frowning: "No, it doesn't matter if you cross the border, don't jump into the fire pit, your reputation in the future... Speaking of which, you are the director of the Spring Festival Gala, Wan Changsheng!"

Everyone couldn't help but the expression on their faces, only Lao Fan was not that smart: "It's great, it's great, the Spring Festival Gala, it's great."

Everyone else sighed: "Yes, it sounds great. People all over the country know that it is a carbon round, and it's fine if everyone talks hard. There are also various requests from superiors that you have to say. Do you like someone who keeps holding your pen? "

Old Fan shook his head immediately.

Lao Tong looked at Wan Changsheng: "You just want to be famous so much? That's a big muddy water."

Wan Changsheng hesitated: "Director Xi said he would be famous whenever he was alive. No matter what, he just treated it as an advertisement for the art education center in southern Henan. Ordinary people only think that the director of the Spring Festival Gala is amazing and will send the baby over. I think this is the case."

The dining table immediately became quiet. Guo Huaisheng couldn't even make a contempt on his face, so he tried hard to suppress his complacency.

Lao Cao simply closed his eyes, shook his head and lit a cigarette, and nodded like a tumbler.

Lao Tong smiled and grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured it on Wan Changsheng: "Yes, I am too vigilant to protect myself. I have always had this problem. I always think that this world is just like this. But you can see more cruelly than me, but you will still stand up. I respect you!"

Wan Changsheng stood up pretending to be frightened.

Zhao Leilei also fell into the trap: "Changsheng, I respect you too. I have been drinking ice for ten years, but it is hard to have a passionate blood. It is not difficult to have a passionate blood. The difficulty is to be able to move forward and retreat freely and be patient. It's okay, you have been in Shumei for three years. No matter what, we are lucky to change something together and go to the next level. We are happy for you. If there are any setbacks, we will provide you with the best care. At worst, we will continue to cultivate Shumei. It's no big deal."

Lao Cao vomited a smoke ring: "Four years, four years. Four years ago, he came to the art exam training school. Then Lao Zhao, you go to see him, don't make the time wrong. I haven't watched the Spring Festival Gala for several years. I've watched it carefully this year and tried to write a long comment to comment. The American Academy promises that they will be very interested in reading it together."

Speaking of which, he has the lowest position, and is an associate professor, but he is very free and easy.

The atmosphere that made Zhao Leilei feel a little emotional suddenly faded.

Lao Fan and the others had already applauded and brought the wine glasses: "I wish you happiness!"

"Yes! Just be happy, afraid of a ball..."

Instead, Guo Dapao stopped firing the cannon and quietly added more wine to Wan Changsheng.

A group of middle-aged people happily sent Wan Changsheng onto the car.

Wan Changsheng drank two more cups and stopped touching the steering wheel. Guo Huaisheng casually called a student to drive him back to Jiangzhou.

It was almost on the highway, but Wan Changsheng remembered that it was time to notify me publicly and sent me a message to his secretary: "I will go back to Jiangzhou to clean up now, and then my main job will be in Pingjing next. You can stay in Jiangzhou to help me summarize all aspects of information and then hand it over to me."

Then I directly sent a message to the management group of Damei Club: "It's three in half now, and I'll treat everyone to a meal in Zhulu before six o'clock. Come on anybody who can come. I'll go to Pingjing for a while to have a meeting to explain all aspects."

Here, I remind my driving partner: "Take me to the Medical University first, I have to go and say to my girlfriend, you go back to school first, I will take a taxi before six o'clock."

My friend took a photo of the steering wheel: "Let me play Mercedes-Benz for a while..."

Wan Changsheng smiled and stopped talking because the screens were already scrolling on his phone. The management team of Damei Club almost lined up and replied quickly: "Arrival on time!"

"receive!"

"Hey, boss, I'm still at 219, take me with me, take me with me!"

Wan Changsheng had no choice but to explain: "It's not a big deal, but I may be in Pingjing for the next three or four months, and I will definitely come back frequently in the middle of the journey."

As a result, the more I got, I quickly gathered two cars on 219, followed behind and rushed to Jiangzhou. At worst, I could come back tonight.

A round trip of two or three hundred kilometers is nothing.

On the contrary, Zhong Mingxia heard Beheye telling the news at the filming site, and subconsciously turned her head to look out from the floor-to-ceiling glass to the direction of the lobby.

Just when Beheye was about to pack up his things and return to Jiangzhou, he reached out and gently pulled her: "Don't you think it's better to think about what to do in the future if you are separated for a while? Or if you try to seize this time, let him see you who is better in the future."

Beheye agreed with the attitude behind him and said after a little thought.

But she, who is good at observing words and expressions, soon noticed that Zhong Mingxia was filled with joy, and even the pictures she shot were particularly beautiful!

If you don’t understand, ask: “You’re happier if he leaves?”

Zhong Mingxia covered her face hard: "It's obvious?"

Beheye nodded suspiciously and pointed to the screen to show her. Now they are all synchronized devices. The SLR clicks, and a large photo appears immediately on the laptop next to him. In addition, he quickly reviews the quality of the film and decides whether to reshoot it.

Sure enough, even the friends who controlled the computer here praised: "This expressiveness is simply!"

I was also a little suspicious: "Is the blush a little heavier on makeup? It's easy to add later, but it's difficult to subtract!"

Zhong Mingxia was embarrassed: "I'll adjust and start over..."

After finally dealing with this place, I responded briefly in the face of Beheye's relentless question: "I'll buy a small apartment in Pingjing and live closer to him. In the past few months, I will definitely go to Pingjing to play variety shows, talk about scripts, accept endorsements, etc.."

If she was willing to go to Pingjing to do these things, she would go too much!

Beheye suddenly realized that he was not behind: "Then I'll buy one too!"

All are rich!
Chapter completed!