In addition, it lacks highly saturated colors such as purple, orange-red, and cyan.
Therefore, when encountering specific colors, you need to manually adjust the color.
However, this was no challenge for Jiang Si, since she had studied systematically in her later life, and she also possessed an absolute sense of sex.
Even the most difficult colors to mix can be done in her hands in half an hour at most.
Time flies, and the painting of the murals is nearing completion.
On the day they finished work, all the members of each group gathered in the square.
They had already witnessed Jiang Si's painting skills in the conference room earlier.
But it's nowhere near as powerful as standing in front of the mural right now, where the overwhelming sense of awe is truly overwhelming!
"No wonder they chose Comrade Jiang; she really brought the people in the mural to life."
"Yeah, look, I've got goosebumps."
Just then, someone shouted, "Comrade Jiang, you're awesome!"
As a result, applause and praise rang out from below.
Fortunately, Jiang Si has self-control, otherwise she would have lost herself in their praise.
As if remembering something, Jiang Si smiled and looked at Huo Tingzhou, who had been standing behind her.
Huo Tingzhou stepped forward at that moment.
The next second, he wet a handkerchief with warm water and carefully wiped away the paint that had smudged on her nose and cheeks, bit by bit.
Looking at the dark circles under her eyes, Huo Tingzhou suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
"Are you tired? Shall I take you home now?"
Jiang Si was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.
Everyone else is praising me, why don't you show any appreciation?
Just as Huo Tingzhou was about to speak, a clear cough interrupted their thoughts.
Seeing that it was Chairman Zhou, Jiang Si quickly greeted him.
Chairman Zhou was a little embarrassed, "It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to worry about me, I just came up to take a look."
Seeing that the other person was looking up at the mural, Jiang Si subconsciously asked a question.
"President Zhou, is there something wrong with this?"
"No, no."
Chairman Zhou smiled and shook his head, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
"You drew very well, and the colors were mixed very accurately."
"Actually, I came up here to tell you that a reporter from the National Daily just came by."
"They need to release a press release by New Year's Day. See when you're available; they'd like to schedule an interview with you."
Jiang Si thought it was something serious, and after thinking for a moment, asked, "Is the day after tomorrow okay?"
She has been working overtime for a week straight, and now her brain just doesn't want to work. She just wants to rest for two days.
"Okay, no problem. Then it'll be 9 a.m. the day after tomorrow. You can just go to the Artists Association office then."
As he spoke, Chairman Zhou handed over the outline the reporter had given him.
"These are some questions they prepared. Take a look at them when you have some free time in the next couple of days."
"If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me later."
Jiang Si thanked her. In this day and age, you can eat whatever you want, but you absolutely cannot say whatever you want.
She really wouldn't have wanted to be interviewed if this opportunity hadn't been so rare.
Just as Jiang Si was about to finish work and go home, a loud and energetic shout suddenly came from below.
"Si girl—"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
