"How many of the most conspicuous locations are there in the Anzheng Building?" Bai Ye asked for advice seriously, "What are the things usually placed in these locations?"

Cao Xiang's eyes showed a look of praise: "You are smart and know that it is impossible to hang all calligraphy and paintings in the building, as well as artworks such as sculptures, ornaments, tapestries, etc.."

"common sense."

Bai Ye calmly said: "That is to say, competition is more cruel than imagined."

"Are you scared?"

Cao Xiang smiled and said, "There is a choice of the corner. I guarantee that there will be very few people who will grab it, and the chance of success is also high."

“…”

Bai Ye glanced at him in a faint glance. How could he give in? Not only him, but all the artists in the entire hall probably had their fighting spirit.

If you don't succeed, you won't give up.

Although many artists insist on the so-called freedom of creation, they feel that when artists create, they should do whatever they want, and there are no taboos.

Therefore, some artists look down on customized works and think that such works are full of craftsmanship and lack artistic value.

However, in the context of the century-old celebration, the passion of everyone's creation may be overwhelming like a volcanic eruption.

The most classic example is the famous oil paintings in original time and space, and the founding ceremony.

That work is undoubtedly a topical composition, and the painter also created it at the official request. However, after the painting was completed, the work was highly praised by the world.

Strictly speaking, the oil painting of the Founding Ceremony really has no major breakthrough in technology and brushwork, but it is undeniable that since the times have given it extraordinary memory, it is worthy of the name of a famous painting.

In history, similar situations are not rare. In the context of a special era, a work that is not very outstanding can also shine endlessly.

Not only the founding ceremony, but also the original time and space. Liang Kai, a painter in the Southern Song Dynasty, painted a portrait of a cloth bag monk. This work is not very outstanding, but because the painting breaks through the origin of literati paintings and is full of freehand styles, it is highly praised by later generations.

From this we can see that the birth of a famous work may not be the first priority in technology.

The artist present knew this truth, so he was very clear that if his works were selected into the Centennial Celebration and occupied a favorable position and reflected in the public's vision, then he had a high chance of himself from the history of the Centennial Celebration.

Sizzling...

Thinking of this, sparks popped up in some people's eyes when they were watching others.

"The celebration will be held next year, and it's still plenty of time."

The official continued: "Of course, if anyone completes the work in advance, it can also be sent to the preparatory committee. We will have a dedicated person to accept it and keep it."

"It's probably how it is, and I won't disturb everyone's fun."

The official smiled and finished his speech.

The scene was silent, followed by polite applause.

After a while, the applause stopped, but the noise did not disappear. The artists came in groups of three or five to express their opinions...

Noisy sounds come one after another.

"Senior..."

At this time, Jiang Ming was excited and his eyes were shining. "You must participate in the 100th anniversary celebration, right? What kind of work are you going to create? Is it a Chinese painting, an oil painting, or a sculpture?"

"Well……"

Bai Ye hesitated, "I must participate in it. As for what works I create... I don't have a clue yet."

"It's fine……"

Jiang Ming smiled and said, "I believe that with the ability of the senior, no matter what work he creates, he will definitely be unique and outstanding."

"Thank you."

Bai Ye was in a good mood when he was favored, "But now, I can't guarantee anything. After all, I have never seen the Anzheng Building..."

You can come whatever you want.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jingzheng stood up and smiled and said, "I have arranged a bus outside and prepared to go to the Yizheng Building. Whoever wants to visit here can set off now."

"……Walk."

Bai Ye immediately said goodbye to Jiang Ming and waved to Cao Xiang to follow him. Many people, like them, went out.

Few people visit the official centers in the country deliberately. So when they set off, they were not satisfied with one bus and had to arrange two more cars to come.

When the half-day tour of Yizheng Building ended, it was already evening and someone arranged a meal.

Bai Ye, Cao Xiang, and several Chinese artists, formed a table. Yu Hao was not there, and he and those old artists belonged to the same circle and were in the chief.

The dinner was rich, the wine and food were exquisite, and the taste was delicious.

But at this time, everyone's mind is not on food.

An artist at the same table smiled after drinking a few glasses of wine, "Everyone... do you have any ideas?"

It is normal to have ideas. It is strange if you don’t have ideas. So someone immediately said, “There must be some ideas, the key is how to realize the ideas.”

"That's right."

Others laughed and said, "For example, as a painter, I wish I could not suggest that all my paintings be hung in the main building."

"Haha, Brother Huang... your ambition is really big enough."

A man smiled and said, "I just looked at it. If I don't propose the works collected by the Zheng Building itself, it actually really makes us pay attention and compete for the position that we are all competing for is nothing more than the welcome hall, banquet hall, national reception hall, golden hall, and local representative halls."

"In these places, rough calculations can hang 56 works."

The man's eyes flashed, "There are many representative halls in various places, but everyone should also be clear that each place and each representative... This means that everyone here is a competitor."

The others nodded slightly, agreeing deeply.

In the century-old celebration, there is no way to avoid sharing cakes. Zhonghai has a representative hall in the Anzheng Building, which means that the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the hall, or the artworks of decorations, must be handed over to local artists in Zhonghai to complete.

This is called sharing rain and dew, which can soothe people's hearts.

Everyone can’t say whether they are satisfied or not, there is no way to change anyway.

The correct treatment is correct, who dares to have an opinion?

"But everyone should know more that the representative hall is actually an appetizer. The real highlight is the welcome hall, the banquet hall, the reception hall..."

An artist yearns for and longs for, "These places are the top priority. If anyone's works can be found in them, they will definitely be remembered forever."

"It's not just about being famous for a lifetime, but it can spread throughout the world."

Someone also added: "You must know that these places are basically the only places for the country and the heads of all countries around the world. Once you go to TV news and act as background works, they can spread and make the world familiar with it..."

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Chapter completed!