Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 610 Zheng Weizhong "Seeks Advice" from Director Chen
Because mobile phone photos taken in 2008 weren't very clear, the group of elderly people returned to the competition venue after finishing their meal to observe these young Chinese painting prodigies up close.

Painting is something that emphasizes lineage and mentorship; folk artists or enthusiasts may have great ideas.

However, without systematic training, the support of art theory, and a continuous environment for art exchange, it is often difficult to break through one's own limits.

Therefore, the 80 candidates who are able to sit here to compete are not only talented but also have mentors, and can be described as "the most outstanding young people in the contemporary art world".

Especially people like Yu Baibai, Lin Jinglin, and Gao Qingxuan, they will surely rise to fame in time.

Actually, after winning the first prize in the "Exchange Competition of Eight Major Art Academies", Cosplay Sister may not have caused a huge sensation in society, but she has already become a highly regarded figure in the art circle. It's just a matter of when she will hold her first art exhibition.

Professor Xia Peiyao from Sichuan Fine Arts Institute, upon arriving at the competition venue, immediately strolled over to Yu Xuan's side, scrutinizing her while regretfully scratching his thigh.

Ultimately, the photograph failed to fully capture the essence of the original work.

The delicate layers of light and shadow, subtle changes in ink color, and vivid spirit in the brushstrokes on the painting paper can only be truly appreciated by seeing it in person.

"Son, do you want to come back to Sichuan Fine Arts Institute with me? I'll take you there myself."

Old Xia, still harboring his wicked intentions, said, "However Old Guan treats you, I will only treat you better."

Just as Yu Xuan was about to put down his pen, he heard the old man with the white beard and white hair muttering some strange words beside him.

She turned her head and glanced at it, then replied crisply, "No way!"

Although the second-level professor was rejected without hesitation, Old Xia liked him even more; his stubbornness was typical of the kids from our area.

"What's this name?"

Xia Peiyao stretched out his chubby finger and pointed to the two words in the lower right corner, asking a question.

Yu Xian.

The Yu in Sichuan and Chongqing.

"My pen name."

Xianmei raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.

Why do you have such a name?

Xia Peiyao was stunned for a moment. He clearly remembered that "Yu Xian" was his real name.

"This is the pen name my boyfriend chose."

Yu Baibai held up the oil painting that was drying little by little in the shade, her thick eyelashes casting a small, soft fan-shaped shadow: "I originally wanted to use his name as a pen name, but I was afraid it would affect him."

"I like this one too; it's a way to commemorate my hometown."

"Xianmei said softly."

Xia Peiyao was deeply moved. What a wonderful child! No matter where he is, he remembers that he is from Sichuan and Chongqing.

This renowned professor, disregarding his status as a leading figure, said in a humble tone, "Just come to the Sichuan Fine Arts Institute. I'll leave you everything I own. Although I'm not as rich as Lao Guan, if you come with me, I'll never let you suffer any injustice..."

"Old Xia!"

Finally, Professor Guan, unable to bear it any longer, chased him away.

Go back to Sichuan Fine Arts Institute with you?
What about the Lingnan School of painting?
Of course, the result remained unchanged. Since no one changed their work and no outstanding works were overlooked from other candidates, Yu Xuan's "Light of Order" was a sure first prize.

However, we cannot announce it yet; we need to go through the review process again when we get back. But the results of this year's exchange competition are the most convincing.

"Teacher Fan, does that mean I'm much worse than Yu Xuan?"

On her way back after the event, Lin Jinglin asked Fan Di, the principal of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, about it.

"Hmm... I don't think so. I even think your 'Tender Sprout' is better!"

Fan Di hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Perhaps we've won too many first prizes over the years, and everyone feels we can't continue like this. It just so happens that Xiao Yu performed well, so we awarded the first prize to her..."

Old Guan, you have your last disciple, and I also have students who need my care.

Although Yu Xuan is more outstanding, I will not discourage my own student.

……

Ten years of hard work offstage for ten minutes onstage. The exam only takes six hours, but Yu Xuan prepared for at least six months.

Now that they've achieved the most satisfactory result, the "Yu Party" members are all very happy and can finally relax for a while.

Li Xianglan even invited everyone to her home for dinner.

Chen hesitated for a moment: "Isn't President Zheng home?"

"at home."

Li Xianglan said with a smile.

"That's not a good idea."

Chen suggested, "I'll just book a private room somewhere else so we can all have a proper celebration. President Zheng is busy with work, so let's not disturb him while he's resting."

“I’ve already spoken to him.”

Li Xianglan looked at Chen Zhe meaningfully: "He said he would also come home for dinner."

Chen was very clever; he understood immediately.

It seems that the reply saved Zheng Weizhong's face, and he reciprocated by opening his door wide to express complete acceptance.

Chen naturally wouldn't refuse; while making many friends, he also wanted to cultivate good relationships. That evening, a group of people, including Professor Guan and Tong Lan, arrived at the Park Hyatt Mansion residential complex.

It was Zheng Weizhong who opened the door. It seems that Old Zheng didn't work overtime so that he could prepare for tonight's dinner.

"Uncle Zheng."

Chen greeted them politely.

Zheng Weizhong's eyes flickered, and he responded calmly.

The title "Uncle Zheng" is standard and formal, carrying a clear sense of seniority and social boundaries.

However, "Uncle Zheng" is simpler and easier to pronounce, breaking away from the slightly formal formal title and injecting a sense of intimacy, like "one of our own."

This subtle shift in social language actually represents a progression in the relationship, which only a shrewd person could perceive.

Of course, President Zheng was a shrewd person, and he immediately sensed the closeness in Chen's tone.

"Second Aunt".

Zheng Weizhong then greeted Professor Guan again.

The old lady nodded expressionlessly. She was the oldest and most senior person there, and she turned a blind eye to the "ambiguous relationship" between the two younger people.

As long as it doesn't bother Yu Xian, the old lady probably thinks it's a small matter.

Thinking back, Chen Zhe was just an "ordinary college student" in her eyes before.

"Uncle Zheng."

Before sitting down, Chen politely handed over the gift in his hand: "When I was shopping this afternoon, I happened to see this fountain pen. It is calm, dignified and has a special weight to it. It matches your temperament very well. I couldn't resist and took the liberty of bringing it back."

Last time I came in a hurry, I could only bring some wine, so I was a little lacking in etiquette. Chen has always remembered this.

After finishing his exams today, Chen Zhe accompanied Yu Xuan and her assistant to SKP for shopping. He made a special effort to select some items to make up for his lack of interest in this area.

I had heard Ren Tong mention before that General Manager Zheng has beautiful handwriting and enjoys collecting a certain type of fountain pen.

Director Chen could remember these characteristics after hearing them only once.

Zheng Weizhong was naturally knowledgeable in the field. He could tell from the box packaging that it was a Montblanc openwork gold-plated series, with a market price of around 40,000 to 50,000 yuan.

At this price, can you really say "I just couldn't resist and brought it back on my own initiative"?
Chen Zhe's mouth is truly more eloquent than his singing.

However, Zheng Weizhong did not refuse.

Firstly, there are no eight-point regulations yet, and the red line hasn't been taken to heart;
Secondly, there's Chen Zhe's identity. If he were "President Chen of the Past," he probably wouldn't even be able to get through the door, but if he's "the boyfriend of Second Aunt's closed-door disciple," then he's considered a junior.

If a younger generation gives him a gift, especially since it's probably as common as buying a tomato for him, there's nothing wrong with accepting it.

Most importantly, Zheng Weizhong has completely given up on [Feixin] and has also acknowledged Chen Zhe's abilities during the struggle.

Therefore, I would like to hear this "junior's" opinion on the idea of ​​building a "mobile OMS system".

Chen Zhe knew, of course, that OMS was a piece of crap. Two years later, it met the same fate as Fetion, being abandoned by the group due to difficulties in building its ecosystem.

But this was a project personally approved by the top leader, Wang Guohua, who even personally took on the role of team leader, so no one could dissuade him.

Anyone who tries to persuade him will offend Wang Guohua to the point of no return.

Chen Zhe, of course, wouldn't be so foolish as to offer even negative advice.

He said with a smile:
"Everyone is feeling their way across the river right now. Who knows what the future development direction of mobile phone systems will be? Even the retrospective is struggling in the torrent."

"But the OMS system has been tested by so many experts, so there shouldn't be any problems, right? China Mobile's technological accumulation is much better than ours."

"If Uncle Zheng has some free time, how about we also put our names on the Youmi customized phone business of China Mobile? The future mobile phone market is terrifying. China Mobile's customized phones may reach millions or tens of millions of units. Although we young people are energetic, we also need a senior like a parent to steer us and stabilize the ship."

Zheng Weizhong listened silently.

The first two sentences sounded polite and thoughtful, and the attitude was humble.

But upon closer inspection, there isn't a single real objection; it's as smooth and rounded as a polished pebble, leaving no room for criticism.

The key is the third sentence.

Did Chen Zhe ultimately intend to use his name to ensure the smooth operation of Youmi's customized phone business within the group?
Or perhaps he wants to use the customized machine business to pull me out of the stagnant waters of OMS, at least to share some of the credit, so that when accountability is pursued later, I will have other achievements to rely on.

Of course, it's also possible that it's both: wanting to pull me ashore while also paving the way for a return to the past.

Zheng Weizhong's scrutiny deepened.

Just then, the young man, acting like an innocent college student, naturally picked up a yellow orange from the coffee table and said gently to the old lady, "Professor Guan, let me peel an orange for you."

Before he finished speaking, he, just like a dutiful child in an ordinary family, lowered his head and began to carefully peel the orange.

Soon, a refreshing, fruity aroma filled the air.

Zheng Weizhong couldn't help but secretly roll his eyes. He had been in officialdom for decades and had seen all kinds of people.

This is the first time I've encountered such a weirdo. He's clever with a touch of cunning, slick with a hint of resilience. He's impossible to shake off, impossible to hold onto, and impossible to see through.

Like a slippery, live fish, it feels like you've just caught it in your hand, only to have it swim away again so easily.

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(I caught a cold today. For the "Competing for the Light of IP" event, please help vote for Chen Hansheng, Shen Youchu, and Xiao Rongyu. Thank you!)

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