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Chapter 537 Taking advantage of the situation

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    "Come to my room, it's in my room!" Popile waved to Fang Yi and said.  When he finished speaking, he glanced at Michael and added: "Carson, you can come and take a look together and give me some opinions!".  Fang Yi goes as soon as he hears it!  If I don't go, I don't know what tricks this old guy can play.  Since Bobile himself also hooked up with Michael, Fang Yi naturally helped him by saying: "Let's go and see it together!".  "Don't let me bear the bad luck alone. You, Michael, are also a judge, so get up!"  Fang Yi thought in his heart.  Hearing what Popile said, Fang Yi knew that this old boy had found a contestant who could draw well and needed his help.  ???????????????????????????????????????????]  Michael and Michael stood side by side in front of the painting and looked at it for three or four minutes. Fang Yi asked with a little surprise on his face: "Is this a work by Dean?"  The work placed on the easel is none other than the work of Dean, Popile¡¯s student.  "What do you think of the painting?" Popile did not answer Fang Yi's question, but asked directly to Fang Yi.  Fang Yi turned around and looked at the work again, and couldn't help but nodded: "Quite good!".  What Fang Yi said is true. Looking at some of the selected works here, Fang Yi felt a little nauseous. Although Dean's work is not too outstanding, it is still included in this grand prix.  Not particularly outstanding.  Definitely in the excellent category.  After hearing Fang Yi¡¯s words, Bobil turned his head to Michael again. Michael saw Bobil looking at him as if waiting for his own evaluation.  He couldn't help but nodded his head and answered in the affirmative: "It's very good!".  ¡°This kind of work did not enter the finals!¡± Bobile said while looking at his disciple¡¯s work.  "Does Dean know?" Fang Yi looked at Bobile and asked. Such a work supervisor is definitely qualified to enter the finals, and there is no problem in ranking. Now that he has not even entered the finals, there is something wrong.  What primary officer doesn't like this piece of work.  Fang Yi¡¯s mind turned around, and he couldn¡¯t help but feel a little strange.  Now who doesn't know that Dean is a student of Popile.  Now Dean is almost like a replica of Fang Yi in China.  The teacher is a top class teacher, and the students are favored when they are young. Who doesn't know that Lao Bo is too strict with the students?  But I also love it very much!  How many people who don't want to be scolded for their masochistic tendencies have the guts to let this old guy blow up?  ¡°And Dean is already a student of Bobiel, so how much does it matter whether he wins or not?  Old Man Bo's student is the biggest prize he has received in his life so far!  As for why the portrait contest is so important.  "He entered the competition without telling me. Although this kid has a good personality, he is very stubborn at heart. He probably wants to participate in this competition. First, he wants to see his level, and second, he wants to make some money"  Fang Yi rarely found that when Popile talked about this matter, there was a trace of melancholy on his face.  Dean is not like Fang Yi, who is still living at home and paying for his teacher when he is eighteen or nineteen years old. Dean's family is not rich since he was a child, and he has always relied on himself. Although he has a good teacher, he only pays for the teacher.  In addition to the work in the studio, I also have to work part-time from time to time.  After listening to what Popile said, Fang Yi felt that Dean was a very strong man!  Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but ask Popile, "What do you mean?"  Now Fang Yi understood that this old guy Bobile must have something he wanted to ask for his help.  And this help is most likely the work of Dean in front of me.  Seeing Fang Yi asking this, Bobile was not embarrassed.  Looking directly into Fang Yi's eyes: "I hope you can hand this work to the organizing committee tomorrow and say that they missed a good work!".  After saying this, he said to Fang Yi seriously: "I owe you a favor for helping me handle this matter!".  Fang Yi couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face after hearing this, and thought to himself: You took this work out from the organizing committee today, and I will send it back tomorrow and use my reputation to get the organizing committee to agree to enter the finals?  Doesn¡¯t this mean directly telling others, let¡¯s wear a pair of pants now?  I really don¡¯t want others to be like this!  "If a bunch of reporters find out about this, who knows what ugly stories will be made up?"  If you control the Grand Prix, you will definitely not be able to run away.  Although Fang Yi was not sure whether what he had done would arouse the interest of reporters, he really didn't want to learn about the American media's ability to dig out so-called "dark inside stories."  ¡°When these guys encounter a piece of so-called news, they are like bad guys who have bitten something. They will not let go until they are beaten to death. They will squat in front of your house for a month as long as they have to.  ?At this point, Fang Yi felt that his home was so big, and the facts proved that he was prescient.  "Do you think this is really good for Dean?" Fang Yi thought for a moment and then asked Bobile sternly. After that, he expressed his inner speculation to Bobiel.  After hearing what Fang Yi said, Bobil hesitated.  It seemed that the old man had not thought of this and only wanted to help his students.  Now that I think about it, I probably feel that it is a bit unreliable to let Fang Yi do this!  Fang Yi's current reputation is generally even greater than that of Popile. He is not only a painter but also a top-notch connoisseur.  "How about I submit this work tomorrow!" Michael looked at the two of them and smiled slightly: "I don't have to worry about that!".  There are some things that Fang Yi cannot do well, but Michael has no problem at all with doing them. Although they are both world-class artists, when it comes to reputation among the public, Michael is as good as Bobile, not to mention Fang Yi.  Bidu is a step behind the boss.  Fang Yi glanced at Michael and couldn't help but feel a little strange.  Michael doesn't like Bobiel, that's for sure!  Although Bobi Lewei is nothing to do with Michael, he does not rely on the old man for his livelihood, let alone the boss and employees of the company who do not rely on him for their livelihood, and they do not have much obligation to like him.  When Fang Yi was stunned, Michael made a condition to Bobile: "You owe me a favor!".  "No problem!" Bobile couldn't help but nodded after hearing Mike's words.  I happily agreed to this matter.  "I want one of your works! It doesn't need to be too big, about ten inches! Paint a portrait of my pet Bonnie!" When Michael heard Popile agreed, he immediately proposed himself without even a second's delay.  requirements.  Michael¡¯s pet Bonnie is quite old.  There is a rather sensational saying from a dog lover. What is it called?  correct!  A person can have many dogs in his life, but a dog's life is only for you!  That seems to be the saying.  Now Bonnie's life as Michael's beloved dog seems to be coming to an end.  Now Michael hopes to let Bobiel paint his own dog.  Bobil had no reaction after hearing this, and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.  Seeing that Bobile agreed, Michael took two steps forward and took the painting out of the easel, then held it in his hand.  Turn around and leave.  However, Popile stopped him and handed the cloth cover that the painting originally came with to Michael.  "That's a good job of taking advantage of the situation!" As soon as he walked out the door, Fang Yi looked at Michael and asked with a smile.  "I wasn't interested at first. But as soon as I heard that he owed someone a favor, I became very interested." Michael glanced at the painting in his hand and said happily.  Fang Yi thought about asking Popile to paint a portrait of a dog. Then Michael would have to take the dog to Paris, and it wouldn¡¯t be possible only once or twice.  I have to go to us at least ten or twenty times.  What a hassle!  But when I thought about it, I realized that the man next to me was not a man who was short of money. Not to mention that he had gone to Paris more than ten or twenty times. Even if he had to sell a house in Paris and live there with his dog, he wouldn't be able to afford it. He couldn't help but  He smiled, shook his head, opened his door, and waved to Michael, who looked happy.  The next day, Michael brought his work to ¡®point out¡¯ the mistakes of the organizing committee.  There were also Fang Yi and Bobile's nods at first glance. Dean's work signed by other names naturally entered the finals.  Although the results of the finals have not yet been determined.  Well, let alone the results, even the final works have not been painted yet. However, Fang Yi already knows that Dean will most likely not win the first prize of 50,000 US dollars, and at least one of the minor awards will be a run-in.  Can't fall off.  ¡°Although if the whole process was known to reporters, the whole world would definitely cry out that it was unfair, but there are so many fair things in this world.  On the last day, after Fang Yi re-examined all the works that entered the finals with the entire organizing committee, as soon as the day's events were over, Fang Yi flew back to his home.  Then he went to Florida again when needed. Just as Fang Yi expected, Dean won a bonus of more than 10,000 US dollars. Then the two participating works were picked up by a New Yorker as soon as the competition exhibition ended.  A collector bought the cup for $80,000.  With $160,000 in his pocket, Dean seemed to no longer have to study in his teacher¡¯s studio and go out to work at the same time.  This money is enough for this boy Dean to use for four or five years.  Bobiel cares about his disciples, and Fang Yi, who has returned to Los Angeles, is also waiting for the arrival of his disciple, the boy from the Wang Hongqi family who is now named Hanmo.  Today, Fang Yi prepared a dinner at home and invited all his friends in Los Angeles to attend the newly moved Wang Hongqi family.People from home come to pick up the wind.  ¡°If this kid met me on the street, I wouldn¡¯t recognize him!¡± Fang Yi said hello to Lao Wang and Kath who got off the bus and looked at his first student.  Now Wang Hanmo is no longer as dark and small as before. Although he is not too tall, about 1.6 meters tall, his body looks very strong, and his skin is a healthy wheat color.  You can tell at a glance that he often does some exercise when he comes here, which is very rare among Chinese children aged fourteen or fifteen.  "Teacher!" Wang Hanmo bowed as soon as he saw Fang Yi.  As for the eldest girl, she had become an eldest lady. She looked at Fang Yi and said happily Uncle Fang and stopped talking.  People say that women change at the age of 18, and the older girl has changed a lot. She dresses a lot better and is very fashionable.  But when it comes to how beautiful they are, the two children can only be said to be not ugly despite their Wang Hongqi background.  Still a little far away from being beautiful and handsome.  "Let's go inside and play!" Fang Yi originally wanted to play with his son Fang Nu, but one was fourteen or fifteen years old and the other was only five or six years old. They really couldn't play together. Fang Yi looked around at home today.  There are many children here, but few are suitable for the two children of Wang Hongqi's family.  The two children cleverly approached Zheng Yuan and a group of women who were preparing ingredients around the table, and helped. As for the barbecue stove, it is Altur's special area now. As long as a friend's house has a barbecue, Altur  Tuer directly contracted it.  After Wang Hongqi went over to say hello to her friends, she directly pulled up a chair and sat next to Fang Yi and Keshma.  "Are you ready with everything at home?" Keshima asked Wang Hongqi.  "Well! That's it for the time being." Wang Hongqi nodded and said, "I'll leave it to Fang Yi. Kath and I are busy with our eldest daughter!" After speaking, he patted Fang Yi on the shoulder.  "I can teach painting, but I can't teach anything else!" Fang Yi said quickly.  Wang Hongqi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "In addition to learning painting, or learning languages, this kid is not interested in learning other things." After speaking, he pointed to his head: "This place is like a piece of rotten wood that has been eaten by insects!  ".  "Let me tell you first, I just teach painting, cultural achievements are not my scope!" Fang Yi said with a smile after listening to Lao Wang's words.     "Um!".  After chatting about this matter, Wang Hongqi began to discuss with Fang Yi and Keshma some things about living in Los Angeles, as well as things that neighbors should pay attention to, and other important points.  The three people were chatting. Fang Yi looked up and saw Zou Heming walking towards him while answering the phone: "Let me ask him!".  As soon as Fang Yi heard this, he knew that something was involving him again, and he couldn't help but look up at Zou Heming.  "They are going to make a movie based on your life! The tentative title is "Fang Yi's Love Story"" Zou Heming said something that stunned Fang Yi.  "Why?" Fang Yi asked.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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