"Who is this?"

"Her name is Qiu Yashu, and she is a junior in the Department of Drawing at the Western Academy of Fine Arts."

"She saw our recruitment of painters in the newspaper before, so she wanted to come and try her hand."

Seeing that Fang Yujun did not mention that he was the other party's apprentice, he introduced them to them in a businesslike manner.

Qiu Yashu couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

But at this time, she could only suppress her laughter.

"President Zhou, please, just call me Yashu."

"This is my portfolio. You can take a look at it. I am good at depicting the details of characters, and my color matching and composition are also OK."

"If I am lucky enough to get this opportunity, I will definitely perform well and make sure I will not disappoint you or my teacher... Vice President Fang."

President Zhou looked through it carefully.

To be honest, Comrade Qiu's paintings are indeed good.

As he was flipping through the pages, President Zhou's expression suddenly became more serious.

"Comrade Qiu, these paintings you have made are indeed very good. If you are willing, you can come to our small mural group to try them out."

What?

Qiu Yashu thought she had heard it wrong. How could it be a small mural group?

She had only one goal from the beginning to the end, and that was the giant propaganda mural in the square.

Everyone knows that there are a lot of people there during New Year’s Day!

By then, reporters from major newspapers in Beijing and Beijing TV stations will go there to interview.

It can be said that this is the fastest, most effective and closest chance for her to achieve success.

To take a step back, even if she cannot participate in this, she will not be put into the small mural group.

Isn't this an insult?

Fang Yujun was also quite surprised by this conclusion.

President Zhou did not explain much, but handed the portfolio to Fang Yujun.

"You'll know when you see it."

Fang Yujun didn't understand, but after looking through a few pictures, she understood why President Zhou put her in the small mural group.

But Qiu Yashu didn't understand. "President Zhou, I remember that it was clearly stated in the newspaper that all painters must do a trial painting when they come here, right?"

"That's right."

President Zhou was also worried about the effectiveness of the results, so he specifically added this requirement.

"Then can I try to paint it and strive to be qualified to join the large mural group?"

"You can do a trial painting, but we have already decided on the candidates for the large mural group. I'm sorry."

President Zhou explained, "In fact, before you came today, we already had an interested candidate, and we have been waiting for his reply for the past two days."

As soon as these words were spoken, the master and apprentice present immediately thought of the girl who had just arrived.

But Mr. Fang is a weirdo.

But Qiu Yashu felt more dissatisfied.

Yes, such an opportunity should be kept within the family.

Unlike her master, who refused to say a word to help her from beginning to end!

In the end, Qiu Yashu couldn't help but asked out loud.

"President Zhou, has this potential candidate ever participated in a trial painting before?"

Chairman Zhou: “No.”

Qiu Yashu had an expression that I knew.

But the next second, President Zhou's words hit her in the face like a slap.

"She didn't try to paint because there was no need. We have seen her paintings and we are very clear about her abilities."

He originally wanted to be more straightforward, but considering his old colleague's face, he didn't say much.

"I still have some things to take care of. You can think about what I just said."

After saying that, President Zhou took a few people from the painting group out.

"Master, I told him that he would definitely use his own people, but you still didn't believe me!"

Qiu Yashu had never suffered such an injustice in her life. She couldn't control her emotions for a moment and just lay down on the table and started crying.

But after crying for a long time, there was no sign of comfort from her master.

"Master, you won't help me."

"How can I help? Can you look at what you have drawn?"

Fang Yujun threw the entire collection in front of Qiu Yashu and flipped through it for her one by one from beginning to end.

"All of these in front are what you drew before. These are still passable."

"For the latter, tell me yourself, what are you drawing?"

"You've studied in the West for three decades, but you haven't made any progress in painting. Instead, you've regressed so much. Why do you still want to cry?"

Qiu Yashu still looked unconvinced, even though the teachers all said that her paintings were very spiritual.

Her classmates also praised her.

Why is it that when I come to the master, I am nothing!

"Don't be unconvinced."

Qiu Yashu just refused to accept the fact. She admitted that she had indeed been a little slack during these three days.

But she has learned painting for more than ten years after all, and as the master said just now, her basic skills are still there.

As long as you work hard, you can catch up quickly.

There is still one month left until New Year's Day, and it's still unclear who the candidate will be!

Seeing that she was stiff-necked and didn't say anything, Fang Yujun knew that it was useless to say anything now.

People cannot teach others.

Experience teaches people a lesson, once is enough!

Based on her understanding of President Zhou, the person who could make such a boast must be someone extraordinary.

When she sees it with her own eyes, she will understand what it means that there are always people better than you.