There was a pile of entries on Xu Yiyang's desk. He sat in his seat meticulously, frowning from time to time with a look of distress.

There was another person sitting opposite him, the chairman of the art gallery, Qin Weize.

"Old Xu, are these paintings all okay?"

Xu Yiyang sighed, picked up a painting at the table and said, "It's not impossible. There are still a few excellent works."

Qin Weize raised his head and saw the painting in Xu Yiyang's hand. The painting showed a scene of tangled rocks. Although simple, it was very meaningful. This painting alone could make people ponder for a few minutes.

So he said, "Old Xu, I feel the artistic conception of this painting is very good, but it's a little too empty."

Xu Yiyang nodded. "This painting is the best among all the works so far, but it still doesn't reach the level of being amazing. I'm afraid we can't invite the national master Mr. Sun this time."

Speaking of Mr. Sun, Qin Weize pondered for a moment. They had originally planned to invite Mr. Sun to be a judge in the youth art competition this time.

But if there were no extremely outstanding works, their art museum would not have the face to ask Mr. Sun for this.

At this moment, Xu Yiyang's phone suddenly rang. He saw that the caller ID was Meng Shunai. He raised his eyebrows, pointed to the painting called "Rough Rocks" at hand, sighed, and said, "Someone came to ask."

Qin Zewei didn't quite understand Xu Yiyang's ambiguous words, so he just planned to wait until he finished the call before asking more questions.

"Mr. Meng, why did you think of calling me today?"

Xu Yiyang said to Meng Shunai with a smile.

Meng Shunai was in the office at this time, and Lin Moyu was standing next to him.

Lin Moyu stared at the phone in Meng Shunai's hand with a nervous look on her face. She didn't dare to breathe loudly. She clasped her hands tightly together and listened carefully to the movement on the phone.

Seeing that the voice on the other end of the phone was quite polite, Meng Shunai also smiled and said, "My students take this competition very seriously, so I won't play it safe. Can Director Xu give us a hint?"

Xu Yiyang didn't expect Meng Shunai to ask directly, but among all the works, his work was indeed the best, so he had to say: "Mr. Meng, don't worry, so far, the work "Rough Rocks" is indeed the top level, so remember to come to the exhibition when the time comes!"

"Sure, sure."

After Meng Shunai hung up the phone, he said to Lin Moyu, "Don't worry, you heard what Director Xu said. There are only a few minutes left before the competition deadline, so there won't be any good works."

After hearing what Meng Shunai said, Lin Moyu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "Teacher, I was just too nervous."

Meng Shunai patted Lin Moyu on the shoulder and said, "Teacher knows you. You are careful in your work. It is better to have a clear idea in your mind if you ask clearly. Teacher congratulates you in advance on winning the award."

Only then did Lin Moyu's tense face reveal a smile. "I have to thank the teacher a lot this time. Without the teacher's guidance, I would not be able to achieve my current results."

Hearing this, the expression on Meng Shunai's face became a little more amiable.

As soon as Xu Yiyang hung up the phone, Qin Weize asked, "Old Xu, the competition hasn't ended yet, and these works haven't even been judged yet. Isn't it inappropriate to reveal the situation to others in advance?"

There was a hint of excitement on Qin Weize's face. He never expected that Director Xu could do such a thing.

Xu Yiyang shook his head. "Alas! This man is Mr. Sun's apprentice and the teacher of the man who painted "Troubled Times". How long can I keep this a secret?"

As he said this, he put the painting he had taken out back to its original place.

Just at this moment, a staff member knocked on the door and walked in.

"Director, another contestant just submitted his work."

Xu Yiyang was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist, and said impatiently, "What time is it? There's another one?"

The staff member paused, then said, "There is still one minute left until the deadline."

The corner of Xu Yiyang's mouth twitched. This timing was really good!

"If you are so passive, how can you produce any good works? You are here just to make up the numbers!"

Xu Yiyang sneered, as if he had already anticipated what the painting would look like.

The staff member didn't dare to say anything, but he saw the painting and whispered, "Director, I think this painting is really well done."

Xu Yiyang narrowed his eyes, as if he could see through the staff at a glance. This painting was most likely sent by his relative, so he waved his hand, "If that's the case, then bring it over and let me see it."

The staff member didn't know that he was misunderstood by Xu Yiyang. He handed over the painting and prepared to leave.

Xu Yiyang was certain that this painting was sent up just to add to the fun, and without much preparation in his mind, he held the scroll with his hand and pushed it casually, and the painting was opened.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful and awe-inspiring aura coming towards him.

The pair of eyes that inadvertently swept across the scroll seemed to be stuck on something, full of shock and disbelief.

Xu Yiyang's eyes did not move from the scroll at all. He slowly stood up, raised his arm with some trembling, pointed at the staff who had just walked to the door, and said in a somewhat hurried tone: "Wait a minute, this, which relative of yours sent this up?"

The staff member who was suddenly called was a little confused, and was even more confused when he heard this sentence.

If there was such a person in their family, would he still be a small errand boy in this art museum? He would have exchanged positions with Director Xu long ago!

As he thought about it, he curled his lips, turned around, and resumed his calm, honest appearance as an ordinary employee. He said humbly, "Director, this is the person's entry information. This person has nothing to do with our family. You can rest assured, Director."

As he spoke, the staff member placed a form on Xu Yiyang's desk.

Xu Yiyang didn't think carefully about whether there was anything wrong with what he said. He quickly picked up the competition information and let him go without paying any attention to him.

As he looked at the competition information, he said, "Yun Qing, 18 years old. I didn't expect that this painting was actually drawn by a teenager. It's incredible!"

Qin Weize also stood up at this time, looking at the scroll. His face, which had experienced half a lifetime of vicissitudes, trembled slightly, which showed how excited he was.

He raised one hand, wanting to touch the painting, but hesitated to put his hand on the scroll.

"Is this really the entry for our competition? I have probably only seen a few works as good as this one in my life. I didn't expect to see one here today."

Hearing Qin Weize's words, Xu Yiyang suddenly thought of something and said quickly: "Now hurry up and invite Mr. Sun, the national player!"