Chapter 142
Sangsang bit her pink lips and said nothing. After hesitating for a while, she decided to tell Su Li'an.
A little baby voice echoed in the silent air.
"Because my parents and brothers work so hard, Sangsang doesn't want them to work so hard. As long as I make more money, my parents and brothers can earn less money and won't have to work so hard."
"Sangsang can earn money and buy gifts for grandpa."
No one present had expected that Sangsang wanted to participate in the variety show for this reason, and they were all stunned.
I don’t know how long it took before Mr. Su wiped away his tears of emotion and looked relieved.
He said in a resounding voice: "Participate!"
The affection of his precious granddaughter could not be rejected.
Su Jintian and Su Li'an also nodded silently.
At worst, they can just find more media and ask them to only write good things about Sangsang during that time.
"Sangsang, Daddy has work to do today, so I can't play with you for now. I'll be back to play with you when I'm done."
Su Jintian got in the car, looked out the window, made sure there was no one, patted his chest, and took out his cell phone like a thief.
"Contact the director of the show 'Fight, Family' for me and ask him where the latest episode will be filmed."
The assistant on the other end of the phone obviously did not expect that Su Jintian would suddenly make such an inexplicable request.
Their president never paid attention to the entertainment industry before.
Are you ready to enter the entertainment industry now?
The assistant was a little confused and asked uncertainly: "Mr. Su, are you planning to invest?"
"That's not the case. I'm going on a business trip there next month. I've seen some good companies there."
The assistant was even more confused when he heard this.
Does Mr. Su know the filming location of the program "Strive, Family"? This almost made him dizzy.
Sometimes he was asked to ask the director of the "Family, Strive" program, and sometimes he was told that he knew where the location was.
"Report to me before five o'clock this afternoon."
Before the assistant could figure out the problem, Su Jintian's voice came from the phone, interrupting his thoughts.
Listening to Su Jintian's instructions, the assistant had almost no time to think, and spoke to Su Jintian in a firm tone to assure him.
"No problem, Mr. Su, I'll do it now!"
He dared not be careless about what his president told him to do.
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"Hey, Teacher Qin, you're finally back! What have you been doing for so long?"
As soon as these words came out, the students in the classroom turned their heads.
The moment they saw President Qin, they were all excited.
However, everyone showed restraint on their face, trying their best to show their best mental state at the moment and straighten their backs.
Their biggest wish in coming to the National Academy of Painting was to receive guidance from President Qin, but they had been here for almost two months and had not even seen the shadow of President Qin once.
Not to mention asking President Qin to give them guidance.
Now that they finally got to see President Qin, they certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to show off in front of him.
President Qin looked at the young man who had just spoken, nodded lightly, and his gaze fell on the classmates in the classroom.
"Are those the newly selected students?"
The boy stood in front of President Qin and answered seriously.
"Yes, Mr. Qin. They are all from the top three years of this year's National Chinese Painting Competition. Some of them are students selected from other exams in the academy, so we accepted them all."
President Qin didn't say anything. He looked carefully at the students who were drawing, then walked over.
He walked around the classroom, took a quick look at their paintings, and left the classroom without saying anything.
Ever since he saw Sangsang's paintings, he was never satisfied with other paintings, always feeling that something was missing.
In order to find out whether his idea was correct, he traveled around the world recently and visited many Chinese painting exhibitions along the way. Many of them were inferior to Sangsang's.
"Teacher Qin, can you rest in the room for a while? I'll call other teachers over now."
President Qin sat in the chair and nodded.
"Lao Qin, where have you been during this time? We called you but you didn't answer. If you don't come back, we will think something happened to you and we will call the police."
The boy was very fast, and soon, the three older professors from the Chinese Academy of Painting all gathered together.
When the boy saw that everyone had arrived, he tactfully left the room, not forgetting to close the door for them before leaving.
President Qin looked at everyone, thought of Sangsang's cute appearance, smiled faintly, and explained to them.
"Don't worry, nothing happened to me. I just met a very talented little girl recently."
This aroused everyone's interest.
All the students who can study at their Chinese Academy of Painting are talented.
However, there has never been a student who has been personally acknowledged as talented by President Qin.
Now, hearing President Qin actively praising someone or saying that person is talented, everyone looked at President Qin with curiosity.
"Oh? How talented?"
An old man with a white beard asked while sitting on a chair.
President Qin did not answer directly, but took out a scroll from the table next to him and slowly opened it.
"You can take a look at this painting first."
Everyone gathered around with curiosity.
What catches your eye is an exquisite Chinese painting of peony. The black and white color scheme has a unique charm, just like the fairy Chang'e dancing in the sky.
The peony flower in the flower roll seemed to be given life in an instant. I could faintly smell a faint floral fragrance that lingered around my nose for a long time...
Except for President Qin, everyone was stunned.
“This is the girl’s work.”
The old man with the white beard laughed so hard that he doubled over. "Hahahaha, Lao Qin, how come he has learned to make jokes after not seeing him for so long? Have you been working on a new work recently?"
"That's right, Lao Qin, you are so unkind!"
President Qin did not laugh. He said he had expected this to happen. After all, it was hard to believe that such a work was painted by a student, a three-year-old kid at that.
President Qin looked at them seriously.
"I don't need to lie to you. This is really the work of that child. If you don't believe me, I can bring her here next time."
The white-bearded old man's laughter gradually died down, the air gradually became quieter, and everyone's eyes fell on President Qin.
Seeing how determined he was, my heart began to waver.
Didn’t Lao Qin lie to them?
The old man with white beard was the first to come to his senses and asked, "Old Qin, what's the name of the student you mentioned? Which art academy is she attending now? Why don't you take us over to see the child today?"
"We didn't tell them in advance, so it would not be a good idea to go there directly. I can call her parents via video."
President Qin said, taking out his cell phone and making a call.
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