"What a fuss?" Mr. Xu frowned.

However, he also knew that young people were very reliable in doing things and would not ask him to go over for no reason. Mr. Xu stood up, walked around the table, and came behind the young people.

The young man was concentrating on looking at the flat oil paintings. Mr. Xu followed the young man's sight and looked down at the first glance, his eyes suddenly condensed.

This oil painting is just a simple urban sunset scene, but it seems to have magic. Mr. Xu's eyes fell and could no longer be removed.

After a long time, Mr. Xu finally broke free. He took a deep breath and looked at the oil painting in front of him, his eyes filled with surprise.

Mr. Xu said to the young man: "Who sent this? Find it out quickly!"

The young man was awakened by Mr. Xu's voice again, and he hurriedly searched for information about the oil painting.

But after a while, the young man cried and said to Mr. Xu: "Old Xu, this is an anonymous oil painting. The person who painted it just sent the painting over, and there was no other information!"

"Anonymous! Who said that you could contribute anonymously!" Mr. Xu couldn't help but be furious.

However, he was just saying something angry. Anonymous submission was just a gimmick. In fact, whether to submit anonymously is no different from the art association. Those who choose to contribute anonymously are newcomers who have no confidence in themselves.

There is no one who truly has a status and a status, and the manuscripts submitted can enter the exhibition competition.

The reason is very simple. If anonymous submission is received, it is easy to say, but if the evaluation is not high, anonymous submission will lose its meaning.

It is impossible to stand up and slap the association in the face. Not to mention whether the association will deliberately retaliate against this question in the future, as long as the association stands out, the evaluation of anonymous paintings is fair enough, and the value of the person who contributes anonymously will naturally drop, becoming an unwashable black spot. If you are not careful, you may capsize in the gutter and never get up again.

Therefore, anonymous submission is not reliable, but for the sake of publicity, the association never thought of correcting it and was not worried about any problems.

Until today, when I saw this anonymous oil painting, Mr. Xu wanted to scold people.

"The express company should have the information about the mailer. I think it can be checked from the express company."

The youth advised.

"Mr. Xu, what master in China is joking about us? This painting is definitely not something that ordinary people can draw! It's so amazing. I just took a look and was attracted by the painting. I seemed to have entered the painting and became a pedestrian in the painting. The dim sunlight fell on myself, and I walked alone on the city road with high buildings, and I couldn't help feeling lonely."

The young man couldn't help but say, after reading this painting, he had to ask someone to talk to him.

"I don't know, I have no impression of this person's style." Mr. Xu shook his head.

Not only did he not remember, Mr. Xu even felt that none of the oil painting masters he knew could paint an ordinary sunset scene so magically that the whole painting seemed to come alive. The painting was in front of him, as if there was a sunset shining on him.

"Is that... Hey, Mr. Xu, it seems that this painting has not been done much time. It was really only completed yesterday?" The young man looked at the "Downtown in the City" and suddenly said in surprise.

"Let's take a look." Mr. Xu was also surprised. Such a painting should not be drawn casually, and it was completed before the deadline. It seemed like a little coincidental.

Old Xu lowered his head and looked at the paints. After a while, he couldn't help but reach out to touch the paints in surprise, and then became shocked.

"Old Xu, what's wrong?" The young man couldn't help asking when he saw Old Xu's face.

"This oil painting was indeed completed yesterday! Not only that, this painting was only one day, not right, it was completed in just one to two hours. The painter used a powerful hair dryer to dry the paint, and then delivered the painting to us!"

Mr. Xu said in shock.

Such a painting is amazing even if it takes a month to complete. It is unimaginable to draw it in just one to two hours.

But Mr. Xu is experienced. Judging from the color, hardness and dryness of the pigment, he knew that this whole painting was completed in a short time, and the wrong judgment may almost not exist.

People can lie, but pigments don't!

"Old Xu, you, are you kidding?" the young man said with a little stuttering.

Working in the Art Association, young people know very well what this means.

"Who is kidding you? Go to the express company and find the person who sends the express. I will now give the painting to the person above to deal with it."

Mr. Xu said angrily, he carefully rolled up the "Dun in the City", put it in the paint cylinder, and walked towards the association's conference room with big strides.

An important meeting is being held in the conference room.

"The ranking of this exhibition competition has been temporarily decided. When the selection is really started, you will greet the judges and discuss with those who have different opinions." An old man said to everyone in the conference room in the middle of the conference table.

"I understand, President Huang."

Everyone around nodded, and the person who spoke was Huang Yongnian, president of the Art Association.

The entries have been decided long ago and will be formally evaluated soon, but before the formal evaluation, most of the works have been secretly selected.

However, at the Youth Art Exhibition, the level of the painters participating in the competition is just that. Even if they have good levels and are not famous enough, they have the final say.

Of course, if you have enough strength, you can still win awards, but that is only a small part, and a larger part of the quota involves behind-the-scenes operations.

As for the transactions behind it, it is not something that ordinary people can know.

"Then the meeting ends here, let's break the meeting." President Huang announced.

"Slow down!"

However, at this moment, Mr. Xu rushed into the conference room.

"What's going on? The meeting is over, I'll talk about it tomorrow." President Huang frowned and said unhappy, feeling that Mr. Xu was becoming more and more unruly due to his qualifications.

"It's very important! A courier just delivered a contribution to an exhibition competition. I think everyone must take a look, otherwise it will be a mistake!" Mr. Xu shook his head and put the paint tube on the conference table.

"Submission? If it's really good, wouldn't it be enough to give an excellent award?"

"That's right, I really thought it was a big deal."

In the conference room, several people were a little unhappy when they heard this.

They never value those collected submissions. If there is really a good submission at this time, the association will choose to give an excellent award and further, and give a third prize.

Mr. Xu is completely making a big deal.

Under thirty years old, he has not joined the Art Association, and his level is limited.

"You guys..." Mr. Xu shook his head, opened the painting tube by himself, took out the painting, and spread it on the conference table.

Someone looked over, and after a glance, he couldn't help but be shocked and walked closer in two or three steps.

Their strangeness made the rest of the people look over, and when they see, their faces change drastically.

The atmosphere in the conference room changed drastically in an instant.

"Old man Xu, where did this painting come from?"

Huang Yongnian also looked at it. After a few glances, he couldn't help but take a breath and asked Mr. Xu.

"I don't know yet, it was an anonymous manuscript." Mr. Xu shook his head.

"Anonymous submission? Which master wants to make us play and use us for fun?"

Someone smiled bitterly.

"But the style of this painting is very strange, and no one can match it in my impression."

"This artistic conception is simply amazing. I guess some master broke through and wanted to use our hands to let the painting be exhibited."

"Is it necessary? Youth Exhibition cannot afford to carry this painting!"

"President Huang, how should I deal with this painting?"

Amazement and discussion rose everywhere, and finally everyone looked at Huang Yongnian.

Since this painting is in their hands, they must handle it well. Before they can determine who painted it, it is an anonymous entry, and the association must rate it.

And as long as this painting is exhibited, they must give it the first place and the first prize!

The level of this painting has reached an impeccable situation. If such a painting cannot win the first place, and several Chinese Youth Painting Exhibitions have been held, its fairness will no longer exist.

But if you want to give this first place, all the rankings you decided before will change.

There are too many things involved in this change in ranking, and they cannot decide.

"Originally, the ranking remains unchanged, and a special award was added to the painting and the media were also ventilated, saying that the Art Association received an amazing anonymous entry this time."

Huang Yongnian thought for a moment and said.

When many people around heard this, they immediately felt that this idea was a good one.

In their opinion, this painting must have been painted by some old guy. Such a painting would have been unreasonable if it was not given the first place.

But if a special award is added, the Art Association can joke that it was a master who delivered such an amazing work on a whim.

In this way, they have an excuse to put the painting in a special prize. When others look at it, they will not doubt their statements and practices.

With the level of painting, it would be too bullying to attend the Youth Exhibition.

In the evening of that day, newspapers and media related to art received this news from the Art Association.

Mr. Xu looked at Huang Yongnian and the others' solutions, but shook his head slightly, without saying a word.

In his opinion, these people are no longer engaged in art, but in interests and means.

The most terrifying thing about this painting was that they did not notice it, and Mr. Xu had no intention of pointing it out.

...

After applying for a membership card for Yinhai Fitness Club, Chen Bing came to the club to exercise sooner or later in the next few hours.

This time he was too physically injured, so he stopped for the time being.

It was several years later than others, and Chen Bing didn't think about rushing to overtake others. During this period, he almost stayed in the game, just taking advantage of this time to take a break and then play with all his strength.

After a few days, Chen Bing finally confirmed that An Yi, the beautiful coach, was really interesting to him.

These days, An Yi would come to him if she had anything to do. Occasionally, she would have physical contact with him in the name of guidance. Almost all the female sensitive parts were in contact with him, and almost almost told Chen Bing clearly.

As a beautiful fitness coach, An Yi's figure is nothing to say. She is very attractive when she has slender thighs, tights, shorts and vests.

However, Chen Bing could see that An Yi had the idea of ​​developing in the long run with him and letting him take responsibility, but he just wanted to take advantage of An Yi's health and did not have the idea of ​​living with her for the rest of his life.

So in the face of An Yi's hint, Chen Bing could only pretend that he hadn't seen anything.
Chapter completed!