Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 76 - 073 The Prospects of Painting
Chapter 76: Chapter 073: The Prospects of Painting
Chapter 76 -073: The Prospects of Painting
The bus arrived at Experimental Middle School, and the two boys got off, turning back for one last look at Jiang Yan before leaving.
“Luo Xiang, who is the girl sitting next to Jiang Yan? She’s even prettier than Fan Jingjing.”
Everyone has their own focus, and Luo Xiang, Shu Wan’s cousin, was often compared to Jiang Yan during their elementary school days.
Back then, his grades were poor, and Jiang Yan always managed to be an outstanding student, but by middle school… Of course, by that time Shu Wan had already divorced, and the Shu Family mentioned Jiang Yan only a handful of times. However, the two of them were at the same school, so even if he didn’t want to pay attention, it was difficult not to.
Fortunately, by the second term of their first year in high school, Jiang Yan’s grades plummeted like Waterloo, and he finally surpassed Jiang by a wide margin, which allowed him to exhale a deep sigh of relief.
Later, when Jiang Yan got expelled, who knows how delighted he must have been.
Until a few days ago, when he heard Liao Gou and others say that Jiang Yan had gone to No. 1 High School…
What about No. 1 High School?
Could going to No. 1 High School improve his grades? Could he switch from humanities to science?
What a joke!
Luo Xiang shook his head, putting aside thoughts of Jiang Yan and walking briskly toward the school with his companion.
Today, the senior students of Experimental Middle School were to take their graduation photos, so their holiday schedule was different from No. 1 High School’s.
“You’re not a very nice person, are you?”
After the two boys left, Song Jiawen turned her head to look at Jiang Yan, with a somewhat schadenfreude tone in her voice.
“I can’t help it, excellent people are always hated.”
Song Jiawen didn’t even bother to remind him of the scores he got when he first transferred from the humanities class to their class; was that still considered excellent?
She snorted coldly and turned her head to look out the window.
Jiang Yan was about to tease her about someone saying they were having an early romance, but just as he turned his head, the bus happened to pass by the Civil Affairs Bureau.
He caught sight of Bi Hezhong being escorted by a crowd of people—no, it was more like being dragged along limping behind a woman as they entered.
What a great day today!
On such a good day, why couldn’t he get a painting?
Jiang Yan planned to cheekily pester for one.
Song Qingping had returned from Beijing, and this year’s national painting competition was officially over.
When Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan entered Shanshui Gallery, they happened to hear Song Qingping discussing this year’s national painting competition with a few members from the Yunzhou Painting Association, “Beijing University had Professor Mu as a judge this year. With her presence, the other judges were quite cautious in their evaluations, making this year’s competition much stricter than before. Out of the over two thousand eight hundred participating students, only twenty were specially recruited to Beijing University…”
“Only twenty?”
“So few?”
“Well, it’s Professor Mu after all; she’s known for being strict. Who would dare to feign or falsify in front of her?”
“That’s true…”
The discussion in front continued, and Jiang Yan turned his head to look at Song Jiawen.
This girl really could keep her composure; even after hearing the name “Professor Mu,” she remained unfazed as if listening to a stranger’s name.
“Jia Wen is here, come over, come here quickly,” Song Qingping called out upon seeing Song Jiawen’s figure, gesturing for her to come over.
“Come, let me introduce you, these are members of the Yunzhou Painting Association; this is Teacher Zhang, this is Teacher Xu, and this is… my new student, Song Jiawen. Mr. Zhang, weren’t you just praising ‘Autumn Pomegranate Tree’? It was painted by her.”
Upon hearing that “Autumn Pomegranate Tree” was painted by Song Jiawen, everyone’s eyes shone with surprise and admiration.
“It’s truly unexpected for someone so young to have such profound painting skills; Old Song, you really found a gem.”
“Of course, could any student I pick be anything less?”
Song Qingping couldn’t hide his pride.
Teacher Xu remembered how Boss Deng had repeatedly begged him, hoping that he would intercede so that Song Qingping would take his daughter as a student.
Actually, Deng Tao’s talents weren’t too shabby either; she was also hardworking and smart, but Song Qingping just didn’t take a liking to her and had tactfully refused every time.
Yet this girl was someone he had proactively chosen to take on.
It seemed that in order to become a master and apprentice, aside from capability, there also had to be the right chemistry.
Looking at the “Autumn Pomegranate Tree,” Teacher Xu asked Song Qingping, “Old Song, is your student’s painting for sale? If it is, I’ll buy it, how about it?”
“Sure.”
The painting was originally placed here to be sold, and many people had inquired about it before, but because the artist, Song Jiawen, signed as “Xiaosi” had no fame, they tried to use this as leverage to bargain down from five hundred.
Huang Kai angrily rejected them outright.
Because of this painting, it had stayed a few more days and had remained hung up in the gallery up until now.
Teacher Xu knew the price was five hundred, but felt that selling such a painting for five hundred was too much of a loss, so he directly doubled the amount, “I’ll give one thousand. This kid paints so well, five hundred is too little. Old Song, I suggest you price it at one thousand. Jia Wen may not be famous yet, but doesn’t it also carry your seal on it? With your name there, selling for a thousand isn’t too much.”
After a brief pondering, Song Qingping felt that Teacher Xu made sense and nodded, “Alright, then change it to one thousand. Huang Kai, from now on, price Jia Wen’s paintings at one thousand. Wrap up this one for Teacher Xu.”
Huang Kai was very happy, his little junior sister’s painting had not only sold but for double the price.
“Oh, and if you have more paintings from Jia Wen in the future, send them all my way, I won’t refuse any,”
Teacher Xu smiled as he took the painting that Huang Kai had wrapped up; he also owned a small gallery and collected interesting and valuable items like antiques.
Wealthy businessmen in Yunzhou who wanted to give gifts or decorate their homes would always stop by to take a look, and if they liked something, they would buy it.
So among the Yunzhou Painting Association teachers, Teacher Xu was actually a hidden tycoon and possessed both insight and vision.
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Therefore, Song Qingping was quite pleased to hear this; generally, anything recognized by Old Xu was of certain value.
“Old Xu, you said it yourself, alright, we’ll give them all to you. We won’t ask for more, just the price you set yourself today, one thousand for each, how does that sound?”
“Fine, I have no problem with that.”
With the deal sealed, everyone was pleased as punch.
Song Jiawen was also quite happy; her paintings that initially sold for five hundred each now fetched a thousand, and she didn’t have to worry about selling them.
She turned to Jiang Yan and whispered, “See, am I going to become a rich woman or what?”
Jiang Yan was utterly speechless.
Sister, aren’t you too easily satisfied? Do you have any idea how much your paintings could be worth in ten or twenty years?
This Mr. Xu is really shrewd; it’s clear he sees the potential in Song Jiawen’s paintings and is collecting them early on.
Damn it!
The thought that someone else would own more of Song Jiawen’s paintings in the future—even though they were bought—still made him uncomfortable.
“Let’s go, get painting, and don’t forget, you have to paint one for me today too,” he said.
As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something and asked Song Jiawen, “Did your teacher say he was making a seal for you? Has it been finished?”
Song Jiawen turned to look at Huang Kai, who nodded, “It’s ready, in the cabinet in the studio. If you need it, Junior Sister, just take it.”
She actually didn’t really want to stamp it on her work. Painting was just a hobby for her; she was only doing it to earn tuition and living expenses for her university years and didn’t intend to rely on it to make a living.
So fame and such things truly weren’t important to her.
Jiang Yan didn’t know about her thoughts; if he did, he would have hurried to stop her, and would have asked her in exasperation: Sister, are you crazy?
Why pass up such an easy way to make money? What else do you want?
You say fame isn’t important, but if it’s unimportant, why don’t you give them to me?
