Wei Qing's paintings attracted a large number of onlookers. No wonder Fang Yang's website is so attractive; this is one of the key reasons. Masters like Wei Qing usually invite a few friends to appreciate a completed work, and then either auction it off or keep it on a shelf. Ordinary people cannot appreciate it.

Now, enthusiasts from all over the country have gathered together. Some are there to admire the works, while others are there to imitate them. Everyone has their own unique perspective and reasons.

"The moment I saw this painting, I felt a sense of inspiration. Doesn't it evoke the feeling of a lotus bud just beginning to emerge?"

"What the person upstairs said makes sense. Why is it that I only see the ducks being the first to know when the river warms in spring?"

"Wow, you guys are amazing! Why am I the only one wondering whether to roast those ducklings or stir-fry them?"

"Pfft, the person upstairs is definitely a foodie, hopeless. I suggest taking bus number 11 to the last stop, you definitely won't go wrong!"

"Upstairs, what's the final stop for bus number 11?"

"Hey upstairs, there's a bus terminus here: the Mental Hospital!"

"We don't have a '11 bus' here, but there's a saying that '11 bus' means walking!"

"Pfft, the person upstairs is truly talented! To be able to say something so philosophical, I admire them!"

"Hey, you know what, Old Wei's painting has a really deep artistic conception. The whole painting doesn't show the sun, but the sunlight is everywhere!"

"I witnessed the magnificent scene of spring returning to the earth and all things reviving!"

A group of art students came to scout the location. "Ah, the balance of light and dark is just right; true knowledge is found in the details!"

"Even the water droplets on the lotus leaves are painted so lifelike, truly worthy of Master Wei, amazing!"

"Didn't you notice? The little ducks all have different expressions, just like real ducks!"

"How much does this painting cost? I suggest Mr. Wei hold an auction in a private room to give us some motivation. If I could paint a painting like this, I'd be rich!"

"Hey upstairs, wake up! Hurry up and download some practice pieces; who knows, one day you might just become a Buddha!"

"Pfft, you guys weren't sent by the monkeys, were you? Confess honestly, do you want to inherit my Alipay account?"

Fang Yang was also admiring the painting. He had to admit that the painting depicted the lotus flowers perfectly, just like a photograph taken with a high-definition camera. The whole painting was full of vitality. Yes, that's the feeling. It was a vibrant and lively scene. This was a true testament to the profound skill of a contemporary master painter!

If you ask Fang Yang to imitate a painting, he can definitely create a masterpiece without hesitation. But if you ask Fang Yang to paint independently and capture that same charm, he'll be at a loss. He doesn't have the experience to capture that spirit and energy.

This is why it's said that the older one gets in the world of calligraphy and painting, the deeper one's achievements become. With more experience comes a different level of understanding, and one becomes more able to return to simplicity and authenticity. In terms of painting skills, Fang Yang can be said to be second to none, but in terms of artistic conception, he is still far behind.

The next day, when Fang Yang went to work, he saw Yang Huajin leading in a pretty young girl who could easily be rated 90 points. "Xiao Yang, this is the first singer our company has signed. She has a lot of potential. What do you think we should do to train her?"

Fang Yang took the information handed over by Yang Huajin. The girl's name was Zheng Xiuli, she was 1.65 meters tall, 23 years old this year, graduated from Shanghai Conservatory of Music, and won third place in the National Campus Singer Competition. She was suppressed for refusing to sign a music contract with Yuehai Media. After graduation, she worked as a music teacher at Yuhang University.

Judging from her qualifications and professionalism, Fang Yang wanted to test Zheng Xiuli's vocal characteristics. Since she had already signed a contract, it meant she had the ability, but if she wanted to debut, she still needed to have a few representative songs.

Upon arriving at the recording studio, Fang Yang asked Zheng Xiuli to sing her best song. Zheng Xiuli entered the recording studio with grace and poise. After discussing it with Zhong Hongbao, she chose a very famous song from around the world. As the background music started, Zheng Xiuli's ethereal voice filled the recording studio.

Fang Yang, wearing headphones, listened silently as Zheng Xiuli finished singing the song. He had to admit that Zheng Xiuli's singing skills were very solid, her voice was very ethereal and highly recognizable, and she sounded very much like Faye Wong. Fang Yang gave her a thumbs up in his heart; this Zheng Xiuli had potential!

She turned her head and asked Yang Huajin, "Uncle Yang, how many years did Zheng Xiuli sign with us?"

Yang Huajin: "My subordinates said that Zheng Xiuli has great potential, so after consulting with Zheng Xiuli, I signed a ten-year contract!"

Fang Yang nodded, and seeing Zheng Xiuli come out of the recording studio, asked, "Do you speak Cantonese?"

Zheng Xiuli smiled and said, "Yes, my maternal grandmother is from Guangdong Province. I grew up there, and Cantonese is my mother tongue."

Fang Yang: "Okay, practice your singing at the company properly. I'll give you a song this afternoon. If you practice it well, I'll take you to the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala on Shanghai TV this month."

Zheng Xiuli bowed deeply to Fang Yang: "Thank you, President Fang. I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

"By the way," Fang Yang said to Zheng Xiuli, "did you resign from your teaching position at Yuhang University?"

Zheng Xiuli smiled brightly: "Yes, I resigned. Yang Shen, you are my idol, can you give me an autograph?"

Fang Yang had lived two lives and had never signed an autograph before. When he saw Zheng Xiuli's pretty hands holding a pen and notebook, he was a little excited and signed his name in the notebook with a flourish.

Seeing Zheng Xiuli skip away, Fang Yang shook his head, returned to his office, took out his phone, and called Ouyang Ming: "Director Ouyang, how are the preparations for your Mid-Autumn Festival gala going?"

Ouyang Ming's deep voice came from the other end: "Ah, Mr. Fang, I just received a notice from above and was just about to look for you. Because this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is linked with National Day, the higher-ups require that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala have some positive connotations. Mr. Fang, do you have any suitable songs?"

"Positive significance?" Fang Yang muttered. "How about singing a revolutionary song?"

Ouyang Ming was overjoyed: "Sure, why not? It would be best if it matched the atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day. Mr. Fang, do you have any suitable ones?"

Fang Yang laughed and said, "No problem, I guarantee you'll be satisfied! By the way, Director Ouyang, have you finalized your singing program yet?"

Ouyang Ming: "Five songs have already been decided, but there's still one left because we don't have a suitable song for it yet. Mr. Fang, do you have any suitable recommendations?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yang realized that this was what they were waiting for. "Director Ouyang, I have a newly signed singer here. Her singing skills and appearance are both excellent. Although she is a newcomer and has no fame, I will write a song for her that is appropriate for the occasion. It will definitely add color to the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala in Shanghai."

Ouyang Ming laughed heartily and said, "The person that President Fang has his eye on must be talented. But as you know, this also depends on the director. After all, the director wouldn't dare to put a newcomer on such an important stage. However, given our relationship, President Fang, why don't you have her sing a demo and send it to me? If it's suitable, she'll definitely be given priority to go on stage."

Fang Yang laughed and said, "Okay, I'll let her practice first, and then I'll send it over along with my demo."