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Chapter 179 I just like the sound of money arriving

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    The leader on the stage kept chattering away; off the stage, Xia Yuwan happily collected the money.

    The sound of Alipay transfers kept ringing from behind for about twenty minutes.

    When the last amount of money was transferred to Xia Yuwan's account, Xia Dongyu, who was sitting in the row in front of her, finally couldn't stand it anymore and looked back.

    I saw that annoying woman looking like a country girl, sitting there holding a mobile phone and giggling. In stark contrast, the red-haired young man had a tearful and aggrieved expression.

    ??

    So what if the people above are talking?

    He taught her a lesson, but did he listen to it himself?

    I am also having a love affair with my girlfriend Zhu Qiqi, talking and laughing.

    Hundred steps for a hundred steps here.

    Xia Yu undoubtedly gave him a look. Later, she opened her Alipay balance and saw that it was more than 20 million.

    Not bad.

    "You can plug your ears if you feel annoyed. I just like the crisp sound when the money arrives. This is simply the most beautiful music in the world!"

    Xia Dongyu gritted his teeth, this little bitch was really showing off his wealth.

    Li Fugui was heartbroken, but this was the sound of heartbreak for him.

    listen.

    It crackled and shattered all over the floor

    The long-awaited painting competition finally started, and thousands of college students came to sign up for the competition.

    Out of the principle of fairness, justice and openness, the organizer decided to start submitting drawings for on-site review.

    There are four groups in total: oil painting group, traditional Chinese painting group, calligraphy group, and creative painting group.

    Xia Qiuxue studied Western oil painting. In the past ten years of rich experience, she has also won many awards. Among teenagers, she can be regarded as a moderately accomplished person.

    She caused quite a commotion when she appeared. The scene was really like an idol walking into an airport, surrounded by fans and asking for autographs.

    Zhu Qiqi and his friend Qin Zhihua followed her to register and submit their works.

    ¡°Senior Qiu Xue is beautiful and talented, so enviable.¡±

    Hearing his friend's emotion, Zhu Qiqi replied expressionlessly, "Yeah." A hint of undercurrent flashed quickly in those cold eyes, like a thick fog rising from the water, covering her eyebrows.

    Here, Xia Yuwan stood up, stretched gracefully, raised her long legs and walked towards the registration office with a pair of slippers.

    As soon as Xia Qiuxue¡¯s work was taken out, the judges¡¯ eyes lit up, and the three of them looked at each other.

    "Good! This work has the style of a master, and the composition, color, and light and dark processing are all just right. It's her!"

    The other two also nodded frequently.

    "It would be impossible if this little girl didn't have ten years of painting skills. Not many young people nowadays have this kind of perseverance."

    "Her recommender is Luo Qing, Miss Xia Qiuxue, what is your relationship with Teacher Luo?"

    The old man asked with a smile, stroking his beard with one hand, looking at her with eyes filled with admiration.

    "I am Teacher Luo's student."

    Xia Qiuxue answered timidly.

    The three judges and teachers all had expressions of ¡°I see.¡±

    "Very good, you are worthy of being a student of Teacher Luo. Miss Xia, your painting also inherits the consistent style of respecting the teacher. It is a rare and good work."

    The old man who spoke had a gray beard and a face full of wrinkles. It is worth mentioning that he had no eyebrows.

    When he smiles, you can see the wrinkles on his face from a distance, like a sunflower that has bloomed withered.

    There is a crystal sign hanging on his chest with his name written on it - Ceng Gechao.

    These three words made Xia Yuwan's heart heat up and she almost lost her composure.

    Unexpectedly, this ordinary-looking old man turned out to be the vice president of Huaguo University of Arts, one of the eight commissioners of the Peking Painting and Calligraphy Association, and the section chief of the Oil Painting Department part-time.

    His father, Cen Xi, studied abroad during the Republic of China. He majored in oil painting and was well-known at home and abroad.

    Cen Xi founded a gallery during his lifetime, and now this gallery has become one of the must-visit tourist attractions in Beiping.

    It has a collection of many famous art paintings from the past as well as works by the Cen family and his sons. Every painting contains six figures.?Start.

    In front of many contestants, Cen Gechao put Xia Qiuxue's painting aside.

    He divided these hundreds of thick stacks into three categories: one category was those that could advance to the second round of the competition; one category was those that were discarded and eliminated; and the third category only had two or three pieces that they thought could win prizes.  work.

    The painting of Xia Qiuxue, in the hearts of these three judges, seems to be the seed contestant for the gold medal.

    The weather was hot, and other contestants were queuing up to submit their drawings under the bright sun. The man under the roof suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.

    I saw the woman moving a table out of the publicity service point, and then she didn¡¯t know what she said to the people around her, and the security guard retreated.

    A few minutes later, a bunch of things were hurriedly delivered to Xia Yuwan.

    On the stage, Bai Mingqi felt a headache as he looked at his granddaughter who was "cramming her feet".

    Next to him stood his mortal enemy¡ªCen Gechao.

    The two had known each other for a long time and had conflicts over their positions as vice presidents of the association.

    Before leaving office, the former president was actually more optimistic about Bai Mingqi, and believed that Chinese painting was a traditional culture worth promoting.

    In the end, for some unknown reason, Ceng Gechao was elected as the vice president, while Bai Mingqi chose to withdraw from the association.

    They have not seen each other for so many years.

    But this person named Cen has been silently following him for more than ten years, including the news that Bai Mingqi had sold millions of copies of his "Summer Resort Picture" some time ago.

    He then drew a "Summer Resort Picture" to compare with Bai Mingqi to see whose painting was better.

    The ending was a slap in the face for him.

    Summer vacation pictures themselves pay attention to the spiritual "coolness", using objects to carry the owner's emotions and giving people room for imagination.

    Oil painting, on the other hand, captures things in reality intuitively and truly. As long as the objects and people are accurately described, it is considered a good work.

    His summer vacation plan failed miserably.

    "I remember that girl seems to be your granddaughter, Brother Bai. I wonder what kind of competition she will participate in today?"

    There were whispers from the people lining up behind.

    "I just saw that her raw materials are all new and haven't been opened yet. Is this going to be painting on site?"

    "It's impossible. A painting takes half a day. She can only paint for an hour at most. How is it possible?"

    "Quick! Look, her hands are so fast! Oh my God!"

    Amid everyone's exclamations, Xia Yuwan took a deep breath. After mixing the paint, she picked up two brushes and started painting.

    For convenience, she also pulled up her long hair and fixed it with a brush.

    Da Dao Guangmao sat on the blue plastic chair, stared at it with beautiful eyes, and then started to lower his head to paint.

    The shadow cast by the eaves on the ground is used as the dividing line. Outside, there is a lively and bustling competition scene, while inside, there is the tranquility of the years.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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