Chapter 104
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The association member looked at the paintings on the table and replied, "There are about 60 more."
Wu Chong nodded. "Alright, you guys continue with your work."
Wu Chong picked up an eliminated painting and looked at it.
A few seconds later, he frowned slightly and casually put it back in its original position. He picked up another painting and looked at more than ten paintings just like that.
When he picked up another painting, his casual gaze paused for a moment, and then his gaze froze on the painting.
His emotions surged.
This was the first time he had seen someone who could bring sadness to the extreme in a painting.
As soon as he opened it, he felt a strong sense of sadness wash over him.
Especially the pair of eyes drawn by the female lead in the painting, it was as if all the sadness and regret in the world were gathered in these eyes.
The association member saw that Wu Chong's expression was a little strange and came over. "President, is there a problem?"
"Is this an eliminated painting?"
"Yes." He nodded. He had an impression of this painting. When he first saw it, he threw it away. It was too monotonous. He thought that it was not a good painting.
However, when he saw Wu Chong's solemn expression, he asked nervously, "President, is there a problem?"
Wu Chong handed the painting to him. "Take a good look."
The association member took it and could not help but wonder in his heart. Could it be that this slightly monotonous painting had caught the president's eye?
He began to read it seriously.
A minute later, his entire body trembled. He raised his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, President. I made a mistake."
If Wu Chong had not come today, this painting would have been eliminated and a painting genius would have been buried.
If this painting was used to participate in the competition, the chances of winning were very high.
Wu Chong did not blame him. Unless one's painting skills were high, one would not be able to tell how good this painting was at first glance. Even he took ten seconds to treat it seriously.
He looked at the eliminated paintings and instructed, "Look at them again. There's no need to rush. Don't miss anything."
The association member also had the same plan. At this moment, Wu Chong instructed him. He nodded. "Okay."
Wu Chong did not leave the painting behind. He took it back to his office.
He could not bear to part with this painting. The more he looked at it carefully, the more he liked it.
Wu Chong's gaze fell on the name. Sheng?
It was a name that he had never heard of before.
If it was not for the Youth Painting Competition, he would really suspect that it was a painting by a master.
In terms of technique and foundation, there was nothing wrong with this painting. The most important thing was the expression of the emotions in the painting. Looking at this painting, one could feel a strong sense of sorrow. At the same time, a small ray of sunlight shone in from outside, giving people a sense of hope.
This was the first time he had seen such a strong ability to convey emotions.
Wu Chong had an impulse to see this Sheng immediately.
He had to recruit such a talent into the association.
Wu Chong's paintings were also very famous in the country. One of them could be sold for tens of millions. However, he had never thought that he was extraordinary. He was also a person who loved talent. When he saw this painting, he wanted to see Sheng.
Wu Chong put down the painting and wrote Sheng's painting, "Regret" in his notebook.
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At noon, Qin Sheng went out and didn't rest in the dormitory. When she came back, she bumped into Su Yixiu.
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