Jiang Si turned around and saw a tall middle-aged woman.

The other person was wearing a long black woolen coat that reached her feet, and a large cashmere scarf and hat that covered most of her face.

But it is not difficult to tell from his temperament and body shape that this person should be engaged in artistic work.

Following her was a female reporter with two shoulder-length braids and a military green canvas folder on her back.

As he looked around, the two of them were already in front of him.

"I see you guys have been standing here for quite some time, do you know anyone working here?"

Jiang Si nodded and then explained her purpose.

Hearing that she came to see President Zhou and that she came for the New Year's Day mural theme, the middle-aged woman was surprised for a moment.

It was obvious that she was surprised by the news.

After realizing what was happening, she said, "I have been on a business trip to Beijing these days, so I don't really understand the situation you mentioned."

"President Zhou should be out with the painting team at this point."

"I'm not sure if I can come back at noon. We'll have to go out soon, so I may not be able to entertain you."

"I'll tell President Zhou when I see him. By the way, what's your name?"

Since President Zhou was not around, Jiang Si had no plans to stay any longer.

"My name is Jiang Si."

After saying that, Jiang Si nodded slightly, then turned around and left with Huo Tingzhou.

Jiang Si?

Fang Wenjun was stunned for a moment. This name inexplicably made her feel familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

Before she could remember who this person was, the girl who was walking with her suddenly turned ugly as if she had thought of something.

"Master, this girl was introduced by President Zhou."

"President Zhou will definitely use his own people, so... then wouldn't my trip be in vain?"

"Why do you think so?" Fang Wenjun frowned.

She has worked with President Zhou for many years and knows what kind of person he is.

If the girl just now didn't have some skills, President Zhou would never have recommended her personally.

"Yashu, I told you this the last time you called and asked me."

"This opportunity is rare, so there will definitely be many painters vying for it."

Qiu Yashu curled her lips. She knew of course that this opportunity was rare.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have come all the way back from Shaanxi Province.

But before coming here, she didn't know that President Zhou also recommended an acquaintance.

"Master, I understand what you said. I'm just a little worried."

"What's there to worry about? Painting is something that can't be achieved by relying on anyone else. It all depends on one's own ability."

Although this was an apprentice that he had brought up personally, this mural concerned not only the reputation of the Beijing Artists Association, but the entire art and painting community.

There is no room for error.

Fang Wenjun said it very clearly, "If you draw well, this opportunity will be hard for others to snatch away."

"If you can't draw well, you can only blame yourself for not being as good as others."

"Okay, don't worry too much. You've been learning painting for so many years, so your basic skills are pretty solid."

"The theme of this mural also fits your major in college, so it shouldn't be a problem."

Speaking of this, Fang Wenjun felt somewhat regretful.

"If you hadn't broken your arm before the college entrance exam, you would have had no problem getting into CAFA with your level."

"By the way, how have you been doing in the past three years at the Western American Academy?"

"It's OK, but the teacher who teaches professional courses is not very professional, and his painting skills are not comparable to yours, Master..."

"Alright, alright, stop saying these useless things."

Fang Wenjun didn't like to hear these boasting words, so she interrupted her.

As the saying goes, a master leads you to the door, but practice begins with you.

They can only serve as a stepping stone, the key still depends on the individual.

After thinking for a while, Fang Wenjun suddenly said, "Draw one later, I'll take a look first."

If you have any questions, she can give you some advice.

Qiu Yashu's eyes flashed at this moment, "Master, I have been on the train for a whole day and a whole night, and my hands are still not healed. How about giving me two days to recover?"

Fang Wenjun was just about to say, you can’t do this.

If everyone has to draw for two days and rest for two days, how can the task be completed on time and with quality?

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

Fang Wenjun looked down and saw that it was President Zhou and his companions who had returned.

Thinking about the promise he had just made to the girl, as soon as President Zhou entered the office, Fang Wenjun immediately told him about Jiang Si coming to see him.

President Zhou was instantly excited when he heard this. It seemed like this might be possible!

"Where are they?"

"Already gone."

"What? When are you leaving?"

"Just now, it should have been about ten minutes."

"Oh, if I had known I would have come back earlier."

"By the way, did she say anything? Did she say when she would come again or call?"

"No, she just asked about the mural."

Seeing President Zhou looking annoyed, Fang Wenjun felt a little puzzled.

Wasn't this Jiang Xizhi recommended by the president himself?

It seemed to her that the two men were not familiar with each other at all.

President Zhou thought to himself, you don’t know this.

He was just about to tell her about Jiang Si's situation when he suddenly saw Qiu Yashu standing beside him.