Shen Jinmo strode towards his seat with his long legs.
As he passed Lu Zhiwei in the corridor, he suddenly stopped and looked down at her: "What a coincidence? If I had known you were coming too, we should have left together."
Lu Zhiwei frowned as she looked at him: "When did you join the art association?"
Joining an art association is not open to just anyone; one must possess a certain status and have made outstanding contributions and demonstrated exceptional talent in the art world to be eligible to submit an application.
Not long ago.
"How long ago was 'not long ago'?"
“Yesterday.” Shen Jingmo curled his lips.
After saying that, he walked past Lu Zhiwei and continued forward, moving from the third row to the first row, where he sat down next to Governor Pritt.
In that instant, Lu Zhiwei understood why he was able to join the association and get a seat in the front row as soon as he joined.
This is definitely because he cultivated a good relationship with the governor and latched onto him.
The election host took the stage with a microphone, read a dry and tedious opening speech, and then announced the list of ten candidates for the position of president on the big screen.
Among them, Luo Xiu, a native of the M country, appeared at the top of the list, while Lu Zhiwei, a native of Yunzhou, could only be listed at the bottom.
Moreover, the other people on the list are all business partners with close ties to the Luo family, clearly there to accompany Luo Xiu in the race.
Every year, the elections are just a formality.
All the members in the audience had been informed in advance by the Luo family.
No matter how the votes are cast, in the end, only Luo Xiu will win.
No matter how brilliant the other candidates' campaign speeches are, or how moving their plans for taking office are, it doesn't matter.
The election process has officially begun.
The host invited each candidate to come up on stage and give a speech.
Luo Xiu was the first person to speak. His speech was almost the same as last year's, nothing more than grand pronouncements about making art serve the public and creating a more magnificent art capital.
When it was Lu Zhiwei's turn to speak, she had not prepared any elaborate speech.
She stood on the stage, microphone in hand, facing a sea of art world luminaries below, and said only a few concise words.
"My motivation for running for president of the art association is the same as my original intention in creating the Artists Alliance: to let people all over the world experience the charm of art."
After saying that, she picked up the remote control and played her PowerPoint presentation on the projector.
"Art can provide emotional value to people not only through visual perception, such as paintings that heal the soul, ancient paintings with collectible value, and murals that decorate the home..."
It can also play a wide role in any place.
In the field of architecture, countless outstanding architectural designs require a solid foundation in fine arts as support.
The same applies to the fashion industry, the jewelry industry, advertising, and body painting...
What we need to do is to unify and integrate the talents of artists, spread them to all walks of life, form a perfect system, and make the art capital a global art capital..."
Lu Zhiwei included many impressive images on her PowerPoint presentation.
She mainly extracts the daily lives of ordinary people.
They appear on the streets, in studios, and in all walks of life, picking up their paintbrushes to add a bright touch to the world.
Lu Zhiwei's speech has ended.
The association members in the audience were completely silent.
Each of them had a complicated expression.
They had to admit that Lu Zhiwei, at such a young age, possessed a vision and philosophy that were far beyond what ordinary people could match.
Unfortunately.
However, they were unable to promote such talent to the highest position and to seek benefits for all art professionals.
"Alright, all the candidates have finished their speeches. Now, please move to the lounge."
Each member will be given a ballot and a pen. Please write the name of the person you wish to vote for on the ballot and drop it into the ballot box. We will announce the results on the spot.
The host, holding the microphone, informed all the members present.
Subsequently, the candidates sitting in the audience left their seats one by one and went to the lounge.
Association members who remained in the venue began filling out their ballots.
Owen sat down next to Luo Wuyan.
His failure to reach a cooperation agreement with the Luo family and his inability to marry Luo Wuyan were undoubtedly the greatest losses for him.
He was holding a grudge.
Naturally, Lu Zhiwei's name wouldn't be written on the ballot.
"You're not going to put my brother's name on it, are you?" Luo Wuyan turned her head and glanced at him.
Irving immediately hid the ballot behind his back: "How could I possibly vote for your brother? He almost killed me."
"Oh, so who do you choose?" Luo Wuyan asked, squinting her eyes.
"Anyway, it can't be your good friend Lu Zhiwei, so give up on that idea."
After speaking, Owen wrote down another name on the candidate list in front of Luo Wuyan.
Luo Wuyan looked at the name he wrote and a smile appeared on her lips.
"Then I'll copy your homework and choose along with you."
Luo Wuyan wrote down the same name as Owen.
Irving then became interested: "Why are you copying me? You don't regret breaking off the marriage with me, do you?"
Luo Wuyan snorted coldly, picked up the ballot, and prepared to get up and throw it into the ballot box: "If I vote for my brother, my conscience won't allow it; if I vote for Weiwei, my brother will beat me to death. I'm doing this to save my life."
Sitting next to the governor in the first row, Shen Jinmo held a pen in his hand, his eyes lowered as he pondered something.
Yuri nudged his arm: "What are you still hesitating for? Shouldn't you just fill in Lu Zhiwei's name?"
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