The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

"Great Gu Zheng, you have the results of this competition as a foreshadowing, and I can submit your list of entries for this National Games to the National Sports Commission."

"Also, this time, you not only won the championship bonus of this competition, but also the record-breaking bonus specially added by the organizing committee of the competition."

Hearing this, Gu Zheng was wiping sweaty hands, and he paused. He asked nonchalantly, "How many bonuses are there?"

"The first prize is 40,000 U.S. dollars, and the record-breaking reward is doubled on this basis, which means that you can get a huge sum of 80,000 U.S. dollars in the end."

"But you have to pay 20% of the personal income tax and 20% of the team support fee to the Sports Commission."

"The last thing you can get is the pure competition system prize of 48,000 US dollars."

"Oh, by the way, there is a one-two-three prize for the Chinese nationality contestants in the conference."

"The number one Chinese male athlete can also receive 3,000 yuan, but this is RMB."

"I discussed with the people in the sports committee, this bonus, we won't draw it."

"thank you!"

Gu Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth. It was a bit painful at first, but when he thought of it, he suddenly received such a huge sum of money.

So, can one's own 100,000 yuan economic car be slightly upgraded?

Changed to an SUV worth several hundred thousand yuan, think about it carefully, now he can still bear it.

Gu Zheng, who had made up his mind, left the rest of the matter to Director Tie to handle.

The bilateral cooperative relationship between him and the Municipal Sports Commission is to save trouble. After a while, the other party will complete the process of awarding and bonus distribution after the race is over.

Now Gu Zheng, under the diligent service of Jiang Lang, a logistics staff member of the Sports Commission, Barabara looked through the messages on his mobile phone.

Um?

Why are there so many missed calls from Zhang Yifan?

Confused, Gu Zheng called back with a button.

"Hello? Gu Zheng, what can I do?"

Zhang Yifan on the other end of the phone, Gu Zheng, who had been missing for nearly a week, called him back, let alone the excitement.

He hugged the phone and asked anxiously in a very forbearing voice: "Brother Zheng, where have you been in the past two days, I will always turn off when I call you."

"Hi, didn't I go to participate in the training session of the Sports Commission? The training was closed a few days ago, and all communication equipment was forbidden."

"In order to prevent us from playing games, the mobile phones were all confiscated. No, I just finished the game, and then I returned the machine to us."

"What? Are you looking for something to do with me?"

"Of course something is going on!" Zhang Yifan, who was sitting on the toilet, changed to a more comfortable position and continued: "Brother Zheng, have you forgotten what day is today?"

"What day? The weekend, the day of the Capital International Marathon."

"No brother, this afternoon is the excellent work of our School of Re-education. Inside the Central Academy of Fine Arts, it is a day to participate in the exhibition with the students of those professional disciplines."

"You forgot, you have been selected as the representative of our college. You have to paint on-site paintings for the college's exhibition with the old professors and outstanding student representatives of the Academy of Fine Arts in the exhibition venue!"

"Brother, don't tell me, you forgot."

"Ha ha……"

The answer to the other side was a little embarrassing: "Well, Zhang Yifan, I really forgot."

"The award ceremony on my side, coupled with all sorts of things, will not end until noon at the earliest."

"Why don't you come and pick me up?"

‘Puffing’

Comrade Zhang's bowel movements have been unsmooth for a long time, but Gu Zheng was finally frightened and came out smoothly.

At this time, Zhang Yifan is physically and mentally smooth, his brother trusts him like this, how can he let him down?

"You are waiting for me, I will pack up and pick you up!"

In fact, Zhang Yifan, who had said this sentence, fell into deep regret shortly after arriving at the scene of the game.

He rushed through countless enthusiastic audiences, tore through the layers of defense of various media, and overcame all hardships and hardships. Only then did he rescue Gu Zheng, who was carrying the championship medal, when he was rescued from the inside. The image has already become a broken beggar.

"Shall we go quickly?"

Seeing Zhang Yifan, who had gone through a lot of hardships before arriving at the school gate, Gu Zheng was a little embarrassed.

He rarely took the initiative to open his mouth: "Well, brother, this time I really trouble you, if you have anything in the future, if you need help, just open your mouth. If I can help you, I will definitely help."

"Really!" Hearing Gu Zheng said this, Zhang Yifan's glasses were gone, his legs did not tremble, and he stretched out a palm in front of Gu Zheng: "A gentleman said."

"Snapped"

Gu Zheng directly recorded on the palm of the opponent's palm: "It's hard to chase a horse."

When he strode into the exhibition hall, Zhang Yifan behind him was holding back his tears, struggling to blow his palm that was swollen in an instant: "Huhu, Brother Zheng, how strong are you? Big."

"Hey, go slow, I can't catch up."

This person with enough energy, who has just finished a marathon, can still leave Zhang Yifan far behind.

But Gu Zheng, who had already come to the entrance of the exhibition, found that his tutor was looking around in front of the door, as if waiting for someone.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Seeing that the person he was waiting for finally arrived, the head teacher directly took Gu Zheng and walked inside: "What else can you do! All the teachers and students of the School of Re-education are waiting for you alone."

"I'll tell you Gu Zheng, I don't care how talented you are. When it's your turn to show it, you will shake it all out for me. Don't you let me know?"

"The **** of these professional colleges really think that those of us who spend money to go to school are really bullies?"

"Today you will let them know what is a genius from the folks, what is unattainable spirituality, and what is a talent that a craftsman cannot have in his lifetime."

"Give me a severe blow to the other party's arrogance, and let the little rascals know what it means to be a human being, there is a human being, there is a heaven and a heaven, so that each of them has their eyes on the top of their heads."

Hey, he is always a good-tempered class teacher. Who is angry about this?

It was basically Gu Zheng who was dragged away. Once he arrived at the exhibition site with the largest number of people, he understood.

Just because the people who are surrounded by people in the field nowadays, the people who are painting on the spot are the students of the Chinese Painting Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Introduce Gu Zheng to the examination of Professor Yang's senior apprentice at the Central Academy of Fine Arts, Zhang Leng.

This person has been influenced by his family since he was a child and has a keen interest in painting and calligraphy.

When he was only ten years old, he showed his spirituality in Chinese painting, which was praised by many painters who were engaged in the creation of Chinese painting.

And this kid is also a person with great perseverance. He has persisted as he grows older, and finally won the affirmation of Professor Yang and lost to the opponent.

This person's reputation is about to reach the point where no one knows and no one knows among the students in the entire Academy of Fine Arts.

Before he graduated, he already had galleries and Chinese exhibition contractors who came to negotiate with him about the sale of small exhibitions and paintings.

It can be said that he is a representative figure of young Chinese painters in recent years.

With his name Zhang Leng, he can walk sideways in the Chinese Painting Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

And this time, by coincidence, the first place of the School of Re-education is a Chinese painting. I don’t know how the academy considers it, so I put it on the Chinese painting of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Next to the exhibited works.

This time, it was incredible.

It stands to reason that the student works of professional colleges should be of a considerable standard, but that should be compared with whom.

No, against the backdrop of Gu Zheng's scrolls, those works that were originally Xiao Zhongxiu are directly compared to scum.

It's not that their works are not good, but that under the mass of majestic and energetic works, the delicate flowers of other students are too low-grade.

It's like a vast expanse of wild sand in the desert, and a small blister on the edge of the water town ~ www.readwn.com~ The impact given to people visually or spiritually is incomparable.

It can be regarded as poking the lung tubes of the students of these professional colleges.

Their fragile little self-esteem hasn't withstood the cruel wind and rain of reality, and can't stand still with a thick-skinned face.

Therefore, under the onlookers of my professional teachers, school leaders, and relevant personnel in related departments, I deeply felt the feeling of shame.

In particular, this group of judges kept giving the following comments on the origin of the original author of this painting.

"Whose work is this? The brushwork is mature and old, and it has reached the level that can hold an independent exhibition."

"Hehe, this is a work selected by the School of Re-education under our school."

"Re-education college? Isn't it the night school I imagined?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"My God, did this student himself graduate from a professional subject and then go to further studies?"

"No, he is a social figure, he is definitely not engaged in fine arts."

"Oh, my goodness, how can students who learn to paint without doing anything else behave in the future?"

"That's right, it's been so many years of learning for nothing. It seems that the daily tasks and homework given by us are still too easy."

"That's right."

In a few words, I filled them in with a picture of an invisible future. How could this be tolerated.

So, what should the child who was shocked and about to cry now do?

It is necessary to find children who are better than them, to find a place for them.

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