Zhutian Films: Starting with the Story of Roses

When Chen Yang and his group arrived at the entrance of the CAFA academic lecture hall, they happened to run into the Bai family father and daughter coming out from inside, and the two sides met face to face.

"Uncle Bai, Xiaohe." Chen Yang greeted the two of them first, and then briefly introduced them to Huang Yimei and the other two behind him.

Huang Yimei immediately looked at Bai Xiaohe. She was certainly familiar with this name; her brother, Huang Zhenhua, had been depressed for a long time because of Bai Xiaohe.

Is this woman also attending the symposium today?

Huang Yimei was full of suspicion. She knew that Bai Xiaohe was a doctoral student in science, and this type of seminar was completely unrelated to her major.

Rose's gaze darted back and forth between Chen Yang and Bai Xiaohe, a vague guess forming in her mind: Could it be... that this woman came for Brother Chen Yang?

It has to be said that women, especially beautiful women, often have a remarkably accurate sixth sense.

Bai Xiaohe looked up and glanced back, her cool, beautiful eyes meeting Huang Yimei's scrutinizing gaze. It turned out that this was Huang Zhenhua's sister.

The two siblings really don't look alike.

Compared to the sensitive Huang Yimei, Bai Xiaohe didn't have many thoughts in mind. She came to the art academy today to deal with her father.

In addition, summer vacation is indeed very boring.

Huang Yimei walked forward slowly, her smile bright, and extended her hand to Bai Xiaohe: "Hello, Miss Bai, I often hear my brother mention you."

"I never expected to run into you here."

Bai Xiaohe nodded slightly: "Hello."

The two women shook hands briefly, but didn't exchange many pleasantries.

Looking at Bai Xiaohe, Huang Yimei realized that it was no wonder her brother couldn't forget her; Bai Xiaohe in person was even more beautiful and elegant than in the photo.

Chen Yang casually compared Huang Yimei and Bai Xiaohe. Both women were beautiful, but their styles were completely different, each with their own unique charm.

Roses are passionate and beautiful, while lotus blossoms are serene and exquisite.

"If I could take both of them out shopping together, with one on each arm, I'd probably get tons of attention," Chen Yang began to fantasize about the bliss of having two women.

But this thought only lasted a moment before dissipating.

When Chen Yang and his group entered the lecture hall of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, it was packed with people.

The symposium was attended by art theory professors from the university, young creators, heads of various institutions, and senior curators, making it a truly significant event.

The symposium began quickly, and the host introduced the guests one by one. Chen Yang took the stage to speak in the second half of the meeting.

All eyes turned to him.

Chen Yang remained calm and composed.

He first gave a brief introduction to the recent curatorial achievements of the Qingting Group, and then shared his curatorial ideas and insights in conjunction with the recently concluded Sino-French exchange exhibition.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Yang."

"I'm Lin Hai, from the Graduate School of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. I heard you've been working abroad for a long time, so why did you choose to return to China?"

Is this because my country's economic development level has significantly improved since the beginning of the millennium?

This question was rather pointed and did not fall within the scope of the questions in the agenda. Huang Yimei's eyes were filled with anger after hearing the question.

That was a senior from the graduate school who had pursued her back in school, but Huang Yimei rejected him outright, which made him furious.

Today, Lin Hai somehow managed to sneak into the question-asking group and deliberately asked such a sensitive question with obvious implications.

Bai Erru, sitting in the first row, raised an eyebrow upon hearing the question, his gaze falling on Chen Yang as he awaited his response.

Chen Yang chuckled inwardly. In his previous life, he had experienced countless instances of deliberate difficulties, so this kind of question was nothing to him.

Anyone who excels at essay writing can easily provide a flawless answer.

"This student's question is very interesting."

"Undeniably, the booming development of the domestic art industry and cultural market in recent years is one of the important reasons for attracting overseas practitioners to return to China."

"But it's by no means the only answer."

Chen Yang's gaze swept over everyone in the hall. Seeing Bai Erru's smiling greeting and Huang Yimei's slightly apologetic look, he continued:

"I have been working overseas for many years and have been exposed to different schools of art concepts and curatorial models. I have also seen many of the world's top artworks."

"However, the further we go, the more we will understand where our roots are. The cultural heritage of China over thousands of years is our unique treasure."

"I chose to return to China partly because I am optimistic about the future of the local market, but I hope even more to combine the experience I gained abroad with the local culture to create artistic expressions that truly belong to us."

"Using economic benefits to measure a career is something that young people just entering society should consider, not people like me."

The room was quiet for a moment, then bursts of applause rang out, and the student who had deliberately asked the question turned red and white in turns.

He didn't give up and asked a few more somewhat radical questions, which Chen Yang answered one by one. In the end, he could only sit down in shame.

Huang Yimei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was completely relieved. Her brows and eyes relaxed again, and her gaze towards Chen Yang became even more admiring.

After Chen Yang stepped down from the stage, he sat back down next to Huang Yimei, who pursed her lips and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, this was my mistake."

Chen Yang shook his head: "It's nothing, they were all pretty simple questions."

Soon the free exchange session began, and the participants in the hall got up one after another to chat. Chen Yang was surrounded by a number of people who were exchanging pleasantries and conversations with him.

Soon after, Bai Erru and Bai Xiaohe arrived. Old Bai looked at Chen Yang and said, "After we finish our business, let's go to our dinner appointment."

"Your colleagues from Qingting Company can come along too."

Chen Yang's colleagues all declined, but Huang Yimei hesitated. She felt embarrassed today. She thought she was fighting on home turf, but Chen Yang was being harassed instead.

Rose ultimately decided to attend the banquet, partly because she was secretly watching Bai Xiaohe, and partly because she wanted to highlight her "close relationship" with Chen Yang.

Soon, they arrived at the private restaurant. Chen Yang's colleagues had all gone home, so only Chen Yang and Huang Yimei ate with the Bai family father and daughter that night.

The private room was elegant and tranquil.

Bai Erru raised his glass to Chen Yang and said with a smile, "When I went to your exhibition hall last time, I deliberately concealed my identity, which was actually not appropriate."

"I'll drink tea instead of wine as a form of self-punishment."

Huang Yimei listened silently, thinking that she was indeed able to hear some useful information.

Between servings, the table was filled with casual conversation. Chen Yang didn't talk for long, but Huang Yimei and Bai Erru chatted quite a bit.

Huang Yimei's insights were unique, and her demeanor was poised and elegant, which drew repeated praise from Bai Erru.

"Not bad, young lady. I initially thought you got into Qingting Company because of your looks, but it turns out you really have real talent."

"Let me toast you again."

Bai Xiaohe remained mostly silent, aloof and dignified, and her expression didn't change much even when her father praised Huang Yimei.

As the dinner was drawing to a close, Bai Erru's words caused an awkward atmosphere in the private room: "Xiaohe, you should talk to Chen Yang properly!"