Chapter 195 If you treat me like a junior high school student, you will suffer a big loss


Chapter 195 If you treat me like a junior high school student, you will suffer a big loss

Li Yan originally thought that these words would make the three adults stunned and give them a little shock.

Unexpectedly, Qi Delong just laughed, glanced at Li Yan and clinked glasses with Yang Chengzhang, "Teacher Yang, your little apprentice is still a bit arrogant, not bad."

Next. , the scene that Li Yan was looking forward to, in which Yang Chengzhang stood up for his beloved disciple with righteous speeches, did not appear.

The master, who was already drunk and drunk, just laughed heartily and said, "Young people are so energetic."

Then they continued to exchange cups, and even Xie Lihua smiled and introduced the soft-boiled rich shrimps that were served. The topic suddenly turned into a foodie special, and the tit-for-tat just seemed to have never happened.

Li Yan’s statement also seems to have never existed.

Seeing that the two men had already talked about Yang Chengzhang's son who was devoted to business, Li Yan thought over and over again and chose to remain silent.

No matter what you say at this time, it will be of little use. Instead, it will prevent Yang Chengzhang from coming to Taiwan.

In any case, Red Dragon is the number one gallery in the country. Yang Chengzhang’s six-figure paintings can be sold, and Red Dragon’s operation is indispensable.

If Li Yan is really young, he might really insist on expressing his attitude of "not being a gunman" at this moment, and even say, "You red dragons don't know art, so you're just a fool."

But he is not. He knows that no matter how strong his current ability is, compared to the level of "junior high school student", he has only one identity in the eyes of Red Dragon and even Yang Chengzhang—— Yang Chengzhang's apprentice.

Only this identity is of value to them. As for the final exam score of 759...

"He is a kid who is very good at reading."

This is what happened after Qi Delong got drunk. , driven by another compliment from Yang Chengzhang, he gave Li Yan’s definition.

Li Yan happily enjoyed various dishes that were not on the menu, but there was a fire in his heart...

Ding!

[Cooking skill +2, level 4 skills, total 36]

This was interrupted by him, and he had to be happy first, and then continue to burn a fire.

He is limited by his status as a "junior high school student". In the eyes of social leaders, the most valuable thing about Li Yan is the possibility of the future, but possibilities are only possibilities after all. His stage wants to start from New Taipei The expansion of No. 1 Middle School requires some solid achievements.

At present, the level of Chinese language skills is the highest, and the results obtained alone should be considered the best.

Whether it is an online article or a manuscript published in various newspapers and periodicals, there is no restriction of "junior high school student" or even "student".

That's why he published an article in "New Taipei Literary Weekly", which continues to have an impact until now.

That is a publication for writers.

Li Yan gritted her teeth and chewed the conch slices in her mouth to pieces.

His greatest advantage is his versatility. When many impressive achievements are combined into one, it is not the achievements themselves that shine, but himself.

The various manuscripts for the competition are still waiting for selection, multiple story lines and various foreshadowings of the online articles are being advanced, music records are also being produced in full swing, and the provincial selection for the Informatics Olympiad will be held on May 1st. Let's start...

There is also a smartphone with a longer front and a bigger goal - of course it will not be a one-man effort, but Li Yan hopes that he will become a key link or even the leader.

Anyone who treats me as a junior high school student will suffer a big loss.

Having had enough wine and food, he didn’t expect that the farm would also provide a chauffeur service. Yang Chengzhang drunkenly got into the car and said goodbye to the two people at Red Dragon Gallery. He suddenly regained his composure.

He is actually still awake.

“Are you unhappy today?” Yang Chengzhang asked.

“I have to be happy.” Li Yan replied in a nonchalant manner.

“Li Yan, you don’t understand the art world yet.” Yang Chengzhang was not worried about what he said being overheard by the driver, “You have this talent, but you need to get those collectors interested first. Only then will I start studying your paintings."

Li Yan did not respond.

Yang Chengzhang sighed softly, "It's not easy to borrow my name. I'm not a gunman. If I can really sell it at auction, I don't care about the small amount of money. I want to pave the way for you and push you to the front of the stage when the time is right." "

"The ultra-realistic picture of water-dropped grapes you showed me was not painted by you, right?"

"A very capable student, I also wanted to succeed in him. "

"Zeng? No in the end?"

"No." Yang Chengzhang breathed out, "He didn't want to wait."

Don't want to wait... or can't wait?

Li Yan did not intend to speculate too much, and just said: "Master, tonight when I said that I rejected this method of cooperation, I was still looking forward to your platform."

Yang Chengzhang smiled Waving his hands, "You kid, aren't you shocked by the price of my painting?" "That's Red Dragon's masterpiece, isn't it?"

"Just understand. ." Yang Chengzhang patted Li Yan's hand.

"There is no contradiction between artistic pursuit and material pursuit." Li Yan looked at the flashing lights outside the car window, "I understand too. But do you think that the price tag of Red Dragon is a weight that will definitely make my heart beat?" < br>
Yang Chengzhang did not expect this question to arise, and after thinking for a long time, he became silent.

Isn’t the temptation of hundreds of thousands of paintings enough for a junior high school student?

He thought Li Yan would ask questions like "Isn't art important?" and had already prepared a series of opinions on the value of art, but he didn't have the chance to send it out.

Yang Chengzhang blinked twice, "It seems I drank too much. You used to look like my grandson, but now you look like my son."

"You are too drunk."

"Artistic pursuit and material pursuit are not contradictory, good boy," he smiled, "Where does such a profound understanding come from?"

"Junior high school student thinking There are many times in life," Li Yan also smiled. "Even when you grow up, you may not be able to think as deeply as in junior high school, because your brain has completely changed into the shape of interests."

"Book reading. Are there many children like you? "

Maybe it was because he was drunk after all, Yang Chengzhang muttered, leaned his head back and fell asleep.

"The Red Dragon Society needs my name." Li Yan just said lightly.

When the bus arrived at New Taipei No. 1 Middle School, Li Yan got off first, and the driver took Yang Chengzhang back to his villa.

It's nine o'clock in the evening. Normally no one comes in or out of the school at this time, and the small door doesn't even have a light on.

The security guard uncle, who was reading the newspaper engrossed in it, felt something was wrong. He looked up and saw a face pressed against the glass looking at him. He was so frightened that he was out of his wits.

"You, you, you..." The security uncle took a closer look and recognized Li Yan, "Li Yan, right? It's late at night, go back quickly, go back quickly."

"Uncle, what do you think of the article "On the Growth of Civic Consciousness"?"

"Hey, have you read it too?" The security uncle breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not bad, I can understand it, as long as it's Those who speak to us ordinary people are all good.”

It’s really a simple point of view.

"That's good, I will write more."

"Huh?" The security guard didn't think about it. He just looked at the signature of the article again, "It's obviously someone else. Written by Tang Fei.”

Li Yan didn't say anything, just smiled and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

"Wait a minute, there is a courier." The security guard took out a box from the drawer, "Chuangzu, you also bought this mobile phone!"

"You know?"< br>
“Of course, I sit here every day and read newspapers, so I know a lot.”

After such a long time, the mobile phone was finally here. Li Yan was very excited. He What I am looking forward to is not the phone itself, but maybe some blocked memories it awakens.

This makes him feel more like a reborn person.

The roommates were still studying at night, and the entire dormitory building was very quiet. Before unpacking his mobile phone, Li Yan turned on the computer and was ready to record information at any time. In fact, it was not necessary. His current memory ability was not good. Forget something easily.

As a result, I saw the roommates discussing him in the dormitory group. The topic was why he didn't return to the dormitory before six o'clock.

The conclusion is: remember to report that you are safe next time.

Li Yan felt warm in her heart and replied: I have returned to the dormitory. Your concern for Li is taken into consideration.

Chen Fan actually replied instantly: We just want to know if you went to eat something good and if you were thinking about your brothers.

Hey, are you ashamed of me?

Li Yan: I have the Lucky Shrimp, and I forgot to bring one piece for each of you.

This sentence actually exploded out to them, one after another saying "Holy shit".

Zhu Qinglun is more honest: So what are rich shrimps? What's a cold drink?

Li Yan replied with a smile: What about night self-study? Are you all playing with your mobile phones?

Then it was "It's all Chen Fan's fault for asking us to watch" one after another.

However, the dormitory group immediately fell silent again. The self-control of this group of people is still first-class. They only look at their mobile phones once.

Li Yan finally opened the package carefully and took out the heavy Chuangzu W8.

He long pressed the lock screen button, and the moment he turned on his phone, it was like traveling through time and space. He finally pulled out a memory from the fog, which belonged to 2011.

(End of this chapter)

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