It is said to be two voices, but in fact they are two major groups of people.
Seeing so many people surrounding them, the two female police officers responsible for protecting Jiang Si frowned and immediately stood in front of the crowd.
However, Huo Tingzhou reacted faster. When he pulled Jiang Si behind him, he glanced at everyone with an extremely oppressive look.
At this moment, Jiang Si tugged at his sleeve.
"No, they mean no harm."
Of these two waves of people, the first wave were all in their early twenties.
Seeing their youthful and high-spirited appearance, Jiang Si knew that these people should be college students.
The other wave of people will take a little longer.
They were all wearing the same uniform, with a black background and red letters on their chests.
It looks like it should be some association or non-governmental organization.
Jiang Si was just wondering when she realized that the emblem seemed a little familiar.
The leader-like man at the head, Jiang Si, stretched out his hand.
"Hello, I'm Zhou Changqing, the president of the Beijing Artists Association."
When Jiang Si heard that the other party was the president of the Beijing Artists Association, her first reaction was that the other party might be looking for her to help draw something.
Since she had planned to gain a foothold in Beijing, Jiang Si would naturally not miss any opportunity.
I just knew in my heart that it was a one-time thing, but I couldn't ask it so bluntly.
"Hello, I'm Jiang Si."
After extending her hand and shaking hands with the other person, Jiang Si asked in a tactful manner.
"I wonder what President Zhou wants to talk to me about?"
"It's true that I'm a little upset. Can we talk for a moment?"
Jiang Si nodded in agreement. Knowing that Huo Tingzhou was worried, she brought him along as well.
After entering the nearby lounge, Zhou Changqing smiled.
His tone was unable to conceal his excitement as he said, "Jiang Zhizhi, I just watched your painting from the back. You must have learned sketching for more than ten years, right?"
Jiang Si nodded. She started learning painting at the age of ten, which means she has been learning it for more than ten years.
In addition to sketching, she has also dabbled in ink painting, watercolor, and oil painting, but she is relatively better at sketching.
"No wonder. I can tell at a glance that you are not an ordinary person. I wonder who is Jiang Zhizhi's teacher?"
Jiang Si did not hide anything and mentioned the names of several teachers in one breath.
Hearing this, President Zhou was surprised for a moment.
No wonder she draws so well.
These teachers are the leading figures in the painting world.
Being able to mobilize all these people at once, Jiang Xizhi's strength should not be underestimated.
Seeing this, President Zhou got straight to the point and said, "It's like this, Jiang Zhizhi, our Art Association has received instructions from our superiors to paint theme murals next to more than 30 landmark buildings in Beijing before New Year's Day."
They received this task instruction a month ago, and all the themes have been created.
The work is also progressing in an orderly manner.
However, they have not yet found a suitable person to take over the painting "Portrait of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers Under the Red Sun" near the square.
As for Yuan Qian, President Zhou also said it.
Firstly, before this, most of the murals they had taken on were small or medium-sized.
This was the first time they painted such a giant propaganda mural that was 6 meters high and 3.7 meters wide.
Secondly, in addition to the leaders, the characters that appear in the mural also include steel plant workers, armed militiamen, and farmers working in the fields.
There are probably hundreds of characters that need to be painted in the entire mural, including people of all ages.
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