Binhai Art Academy, the studio of the senior class of oil painting major.
The morning sun shines through the window glass, leaving spots of light on the ground and the canvas. The air is filled with the smell of turpentine and paint.
The students' easels and frames took up most of the space. In the corner of the studio, there were two folded camp beds.
In order to continue creating, some students have recently been sleeping in the studio.
At this moment, in addition to several students who were creating, there were three people who took advantage of the break time to chat quietly together. However, the topic had already turned from creation to a more realistic issue - finding a job.
"Have you heard? Someone in the printmaking class has signed a contract with a Shenzhen company, and his salary during the internship period is 4,000 yuan." The boy pushed his glasses, with a hint of envy and reluctance in his tone.
Nowadays, the salary for many jobs is around 1,000 yuan, and even less during the internship period.
"What's that? Let's compare him with Jiang Zhe." The person next to him curled his lips. "One painting of Jiang Zhe can sell for hundreds of thousands."
“Hundreds of thousands?!” a girl said, “You are out of date. Before that, some of his works were worth over a million. If used to pay for tuition, it would be enough to last a hundred years.”
The three of them fell silent for a moment, each thinking in their minds.
The girl felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Her family was well-off and her parents could support her to study art, but after graduation, she had to rely on herself for the future.
When I entered university, the gap between me and Jiang Zhe was not that big. But after a few years, that guy seemed to have reached a height that I could not reach.
"If my paintings could sell for that much money..." the boy muttered to himself, his eyes wandering, "I would definitely buy a car first, then rent a house with a big balcony, paint and drink coffee every day, and never have to worry about living expenses again."
"Why rent? Can't you just buy it?" Another person sneered, interrupting the classmate's fantasy, "I'm very practical and don't demand much in life. If I put one million in the bank, I'll only spend the interest. Forget it, I'd better look for a job honestly."
The girl sighed and was about to respond when the door of the studio was suddenly pushed open and another girl rushed in, with undisguised excitement on her face.
"Guess what I just heard from Teacher Hu?" This classmate likes to ask questions and is always well-informed.
"What's the matter? You look so excited." The students who were originally creating works were also attracted.
"Jiang Zhe's painting 'Spring Whispers' was sold at the auction yesterday!" the girl said mysteriously, "I heard the price reached a million!"
"million?!"
"is that true?"
"Where was it auctioned?" several people were surprised.
Some people also asked: "We don't seem to have seen or heard of this painting?"
The person who brought the news acted as if I knew everything: "The name was changed later. We asked Yuan Xiaohan, a dance major, to be the model for this portrait."
Oh——A boy pretended to be calm, but his heart was in turmoil. When can he earn this much money?
"Is this his second work that has sold over a million dollars?" a girl joined in the discussion.
"Yes, this time it is being auctioned at a domestic auction company."
A boy said: "The domestic art market is so bubbly right now, who knows if the prices are just speculation."
"That's right," someone else echoed.
The girl who brought the news saw through their thoughts and said, "Don't be jealous. Jiang Zhe is indeed talented. Teacher Hu also said that this auction company is powerful and has attracted many international collectors. The fact that Jiang Zhe's paintings are favored shows that his ability has been recognized."
Several people were silent. They knew in their hearts that their classmates were right. Some of them were in the same class with Jiang Zhe and had witnessed his changes with their own eyes.
Someone waved his hand, trying to change the subject, "Let's think about our own business. Is there any recruitment news recently?"
However, none of them had the interest to chat anymore and quickly returned to their respective seats.
The girl who brought the news saw the reactions of several classmates and didn't say much. Reality is so cruel. If you recognize it early and get along well with Jiang Zhe, you may have the opportunity to borrow strength in the future.
In the studio, peace returned.
The sun is shining brighter.
-
At the same time, Jiang Zhe's villa studio was also very quiet.
Yesterday, after receiving the good news, Jiang Zhe was busy making and receiving calls to celebrate.
Today, resume creation.
He stood in front of a nearly two-meter-high canvas, with a painting stick in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, rendering the skin color of several characters in the picture.
Chen Yan stayed in the studio today.
She curled up in an armchair, her silk nightgown gleaming like pearls in the morning light. She rested her chin on her hands, but her eyes followed Jiang Zhe's every move.
Jiang Zhe's palette is a rainbow - from Venetian red to Naples yellow, from Prussian blue to ivory black.
He changed a paintbrush, dipped it in the color diluted with a special medium, and lightly swept it across the canvas. This is one of the steps in the glazing technique.
After applying the color with the brush, use your fingers to help the paint spread on the base layer, like morning mist.
"How did he practice? No, how did he come up with this idea?" Chen Yan admired in her heart. Watching him paint, she felt that he was immersed in a special aura.
She knew Jiang Zhe's habits, so she just watched quietly.
I can’t remember how many times I have watched Jiang Zhe’s paintings, but I enjoy it every time.
Jiang Zhe changed to a thin brush and dipped it into a little translucent paint. He placed his wrist on the painting stick and used extremely light strokes to depict the shadow of the character's eye socket.
After repeated consideration and experimentation, he decided to combine Velázquez's modeling techniques with the Impressionist principle of external light to depict the work. At this moment, he cleverly added some warm colors to the shadows, allowing the depth of the eye sockets to reveal a hint of the rhythm of life.
Jiang Zhe began to work on the highlights of the character's nose. He changed to a clean fan-shaped brush, dipped it into a mixture of very light titanium white and lemon yellow, and lightly swept it with extremely precise strokes.
Through multiple layers of transparent shading, the color layers play different roles. Dry thoroughly, overlap, and repeat this process until now, when a realistic visual effect gradually emerges.
Next is the depiction of the lips.
The original light paint layer is gradually deepened. The rendering here makes wonderful use of the ambient color, making the lips look real and full of life.
Chen Yan noticed that Jiang Zhe's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he was completely unaware, as his entire mind was focused on the painting. She wanted to wipe the sweat off his face, but was afraid to disturb his creative time.
Jiang Zhe has begun rendering the face of another character.
He uses a large flat brush to dip into the prepared paint and lays it out with quick and accurate strokes. Direct painting and indirect painting appear on the canvas at the same time, each playing a different role.
Adding subtle color variations to the base color - a slight rosy red on the cheekbones and a blue-gray hue on the jawline - is an interpretation of natural light.
Jiang Zhe sometimes steps back to examine the whole picture, and sometimes gets close to the canvas to draw in detail.
When he was in high spirits in painting, he casually rolled up his arms, revealing his muscular forearms; as the brushstrokes rose and fell, the lines of his muscles became faintly visible.
At this moment, in Chen Yan's eyes, he seemed to inject the character's soul into the canvas bit by bit.
When the desired effect was achieved, Jiang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps back to examine his work.
The part of the image just portrayed has an oily effect and comes alive in the interweaving of light and shadow.
Chen Yan quietly got off the chair, picked up Jiang Zhe's teacup, tested the temperature, found it a little cold, and added some hot water to the cup.
"Take a break?" Jiang Zhe turned around and saw Chen Yan bringing him a cup of tea.
"Thank you." He took a sip of water and put down the cup.
Chen Yan sat next to Jiang Zhe and smelled a faint cedar scent on him.
“Perfect,” she whispered. “The people you draw come alive.”
Jiang Zhe turned and looked at Chen Yan, the concentration in his eyes not yet completely faded, and reached out and gently pinched her cheek.
Chen Yan felt the warmth of his fingertips, slowly leaned against his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.
In the studio, art and emotion also become a work of art.
-
in the afternoon.
The phone rang.
"Wait a moment." Jiang Zhe put down the paintbrush dipped in ultramarine paint, and rubbed a sky-blue ripple on the brush-erasing cloth with his fingertips.
Chen Yan walked into the studio, "Do you want me to answer it for you?"
"No need, I'll answer it myself." Jiang Zhe saw that the caller ID showed Professor Kerry's number.
"Jiang, congratulations, you have won everyone's recognition." Professor Kerry's signature American throat voice came from the other end of the phone, and there was faint music in the background. "The application is approved, please confirm the offer as soon as possible."
Jiang Zhe's knuckles suddenly clenched the phone: "Thank you for your recognition and help..." he uttered a string of thanks.
"Stop, stop, stop," Professor Kerry interrupted him with a smile, "Save these words for the academic defense. Columbia University needs fighters with pioneering spirit, not obedient students who can recite art yearbooks. The topic you chose in your application materials is exactly what we want."
"I know you have a lot of options. Trust me, this is the best.
Art History Library - "Professor Kerry lowered his voice, "There is a copy of a work that came out of the Forbidden City in 1932. I believe you are a qualified graduate student to read it." The rhythm of a pen tapping on the desk came from the phone, "More importantly, there is the best stage joint exhibition here"
Chen Yan saw Jiang Zhe rubbing his left hand unconsciously.
“The details have been sent to your email,” Professor Kerry said at last. “Remember, the real battlefield is at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and West 25th Street, where art history is rewritten every day.”
When the phone screen went dark, Jiang Zhe was still staring at the phone.
Chen Yan waited silently.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhe turned on his computer and came over.
The body of the email has a Columbia-specific format.
Dear Mr. Jiang Zhe:
We are honored to inform you that you have been admitted as a doctoral candidate (Master and Doctoral) in the joint training program of Art History and Art Practice for the fall semester of 2005 by the unanimous vote of the Graduate Committee of the Department of Art and Archaeology of Columbia University. Your advisor is Professor Kerry Howard, special note.】
"Jiang Zhe, congratulations," Chen Yan was pleasantly surprised after understanding the content of the email.
Jiang Zhe suddenly stood up and paced slowly.
"Columbia University, Manhattan, Metropolitan Museum of Art... Once this news gets out, many people will envy you," said Chen Yan.
Jiang Zhe said: "Don't get excited yet, I haven't decided whether to go or not."
"By the way, you have received notifications from three schools. Where do you want to go?" Chen Yan asked.
Jiang Zhe said: "Right now, my mind is a little confused and I can't think calmly."
The two chatted for a while, and when they calmed down a little, he called his parents' home phone.
"Dad, I received a notice from Columbia University. It's a master's and doctoral program." The moment the call was connected, Jiang Zhe's voice had calmed down.
"Really? Where?" The voices of Jiang Yi and his wife came together.
"When did you receive it?" "Where is the school?" The couple's voices sounded one after another.
"Columbia University is in New York, USA." Jiang Yi explained for his son.
"Okay, okay, that's great. We want to see the notice. What are the requirements?" Xu Li took the phone.
Jiang Zhe said, "Mom, the notification is an email. You and my dad can come to the villa and check it on my computer."
"Okay, okay, we'll be there soon."
The couple's excited conversation could be heard over the phone.
After ending the call with his parents, Jiang Zhe called Professor Qin.
The professor's voice was as gentle as ever: "Congratulations, Jiang Zhe. I remember you applied to several other schools. Come to my office and talk when you have time."
Jiang Zhe thought for a moment and agreed with Professor Qin to meet tomorrow.
Professor Qin put down the phone and called the department head.
Soon, he pushed open the door of the department head's office.
The dean of the department poked his head out from behind the computer, the light from the computer screen still reflected on his glasses: "Professor Qin, your department's consumables costs are overspent again this year. By the way, you just said there was good news?"
"Jiang Zhe received a notice from Columbia University. His application was approved." Professor Qin sat down steadily and put down the document bag in his hand.
The department head smiled and said, "This is his third notification. What major?"
"Joint training program in art history and art practice, master's and doctoral programs." Professor Qin repeated Jiang Zhe's words.
"Look, others are worried about their applications not being approved. He is worried about how to choose," the department head sighed.
Professor Qin continued: "I am worried too. When teaching, I have to demonstrate, and demonstration requires consumables."
The department head interrupted hastily: "I am even more worried. Everyone comes to me, but the consumables are over the limit and I can't solve it. In addition, it's a pity that Jiang Zhe is not studying for a master's degree in our school."
Professor Qin handed over several documents: “This is his choice, we cannot interfere.
Jiang Zhe's works are collected by the National Art Museum and included in the National Art Exhibition Collection. We have also won other awards in our oil painting major. These are all the achievements of this major. Should the school take them into consideration? "
The department head said, "Professor Qin, I will ask for instructions. Please wait. Other majors are also having difficulties."
……
Jiang Zhe called Sister Liao and Wang Zhen respectively and received congratulations from them.
Soon, the news came and friends called one after another to express their congratulations.
Many people asked him when he would celebrate the party.
While busy, Jiang Zhe was still worried about one thing, the system's challenge task.
(End of this chapter)
The morning sun shines through the window glass, leaving spots of light on the ground and the canvas. The air is filled with the smell of turpentine and paint.
The students' easels and frames took up most of the space. In the corner of the studio, there were two folded camp beds.
In order to continue creating, some students have recently been sleeping in the studio.
At this moment, in addition to several students who were creating, there were three people who took advantage of the break time to chat quietly together. However, the topic had already turned from creation to a more realistic issue - finding a job.
"Have you heard? Someone in the printmaking class has signed a contract with a Shenzhen company, and his salary during the internship period is 4,000 yuan." The boy pushed his glasses, with a hint of envy and reluctance in his tone.
Nowadays, the salary for many jobs is around 1,000 yuan, and even less during the internship period.
"What's that? Let's compare him with Jiang Zhe." The person next to him curled his lips. "One painting of Jiang Zhe can sell for hundreds of thousands."
“Hundreds of thousands?!” a girl said, “You are out of date. Before that, some of his works were worth over a million. If used to pay for tuition, it would be enough to last a hundred years.”
The three of them fell silent for a moment, each thinking in their minds.
The girl felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Her family was well-off and her parents could support her to study art, but after graduation, she had to rely on herself for the future.
When I entered university, the gap between me and Jiang Zhe was not that big. But after a few years, that guy seemed to have reached a height that I could not reach.
"If my paintings could sell for that much money..." the boy muttered to himself, his eyes wandering, "I would definitely buy a car first, then rent a house with a big balcony, paint and drink coffee every day, and never have to worry about living expenses again."
"Why rent? Can't you just buy it?" Another person sneered, interrupting the classmate's fantasy, "I'm very practical and don't demand much in life. If I put one million in the bank, I'll only spend the interest. Forget it, I'd better look for a job honestly."
The girl sighed and was about to respond when the door of the studio was suddenly pushed open and another girl rushed in, with undisguised excitement on her face.
"Guess what I just heard from Teacher Hu?" This classmate likes to ask questions and is always well-informed.
"What's the matter? You look so excited." The students who were originally creating works were also attracted.
"Jiang Zhe's painting 'Spring Whispers' was sold at the auction yesterday!" the girl said mysteriously, "I heard the price reached a million!"
"million?!"
"is that true?"
"Where was it auctioned?" several people were surprised.
Some people also asked: "We don't seem to have seen or heard of this painting?"
The person who brought the news acted as if I knew everything: "The name was changed later. We asked Yuan Xiaohan, a dance major, to be the model for this portrait."
Oh——A boy pretended to be calm, but his heart was in turmoil. When can he earn this much money?
"Is this his second work that has sold over a million dollars?" a girl joined in the discussion.
"Yes, this time it is being auctioned at a domestic auction company."
A boy said: "The domestic art market is so bubbly right now, who knows if the prices are just speculation."
"That's right," someone else echoed.
The girl who brought the news saw through their thoughts and said, "Don't be jealous. Jiang Zhe is indeed talented. Teacher Hu also said that this auction company is powerful and has attracted many international collectors. The fact that Jiang Zhe's paintings are favored shows that his ability has been recognized."
Several people were silent. They knew in their hearts that their classmates were right. Some of them were in the same class with Jiang Zhe and had witnessed his changes with their own eyes.
Someone waved his hand, trying to change the subject, "Let's think about our own business. Is there any recruitment news recently?"
However, none of them had the interest to chat anymore and quickly returned to their respective seats.
The girl who brought the news saw the reactions of several classmates and didn't say much. Reality is so cruel. If you recognize it early and get along well with Jiang Zhe, you may have the opportunity to borrow strength in the future.
In the studio, peace returned.
The sun is shining brighter.
-
At the same time, Jiang Zhe's villa studio was also very quiet.
Yesterday, after receiving the good news, Jiang Zhe was busy making and receiving calls to celebrate.
Today, resume creation.
He stood in front of a nearly two-meter-high canvas, with a painting stick in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, rendering the skin color of several characters in the picture.
Chen Yan stayed in the studio today.
She curled up in an armchair, her silk nightgown gleaming like pearls in the morning light. She rested her chin on her hands, but her eyes followed Jiang Zhe's every move.
Jiang Zhe's palette is a rainbow - from Venetian red to Naples yellow, from Prussian blue to ivory black.
He changed a paintbrush, dipped it in the color diluted with a special medium, and lightly swept it across the canvas. This is one of the steps in the glazing technique.
After applying the color with the brush, use your fingers to help the paint spread on the base layer, like morning mist.
"How did he practice? No, how did he come up with this idea?" Chen Yan admired in her heart. Watching him paint, she felt that he was immersed in a special aura.
She knew Jiang Zhe's habits, so she just watched quietly.
I can’t remember how many times I have watched Jiang Zhe’s paintings, but I enjoy it every time.
Jiang Zhe changed to a thin brush and dipped it into a little translucent paint. He placed his wrist on the painting stick and used extremely light strokes to depict the shadow of the character's eye socket.
After repeated consideration and experimentation, he decided to combine Velázquez's modeling techniques with the Impressionist principle of external light to depict the work. At this moment, he cleverly added some warm colors to the shadows, allowing the depth of the eye sockets to reveal a hint of the rhythm of life.
Jiang Zhe began to work on the highlights of the character's nose. He changed to a clean fan-shaped brush, dipped it into a mixture of very light titanium white and lemon yellow, and lightly swept it with extremely precise strokes.
Through multiple layers of transparent shading, the color layers play different roles. Dry thoroughly, overlap, and repeat this process until now, when a realistic visual effect gradually emerges.
Next is the depiction of the lips.
The original light paint layer is gradually deepened. The rendering here makes wonderful use of the ambient color, making the lips look real and full of life.
Chen Yan noticed that Jiang Zhe's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he was completely unaware, as his entire mind was focused on the painting. She wanted to wipe the sweat off his face, but was afraid to disturb his creative time.
Jiang Zhe has begun rendering the face of another character.
He uses a large flat brush to dip into the prepared paint and lays it out with quick and accurate strokes. Direct painting and indirect painting appear on the canvas at the same time, each playing a different role.
Adding subtle color variations to the base color - a slight rosy red on the cheekbones and a blue-gray hue on the jawline - is an interpretation of natural light.
Jiang Zhe sometimes steps back to examine the whole picture, and sometimes gets close to the canvas to draw in detail.
When he was in high spirits in painting, he casually rolled up his arms, revealing his muscular forearms; as the brushstrokes rose and fell, the lines of his muscles became faintly visible.
At this moment, in Chen Yan's eyes, he seemed to inject the character's soul into the canvas bit by bit.
When the desired effect was achieved, Jiang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps back to examine his work.
The part of the image just portrayed has an oily effect and comes alive in the interweaving of light and shadow.
Chen Yan quietly got off the chair, picked up Jiang Zhe's teacup, tested the temperature, found it a little cold, and added some hot water to the cup.
"Take a break?" Jiang Zhe turned around and saw Chen Yan bringing him a cup of tea.
"Thank you." He took a sip of water and put down the cup.
Chen Yan sat next to Jiang Zhe and smelled a faint cedar scent on him.
“Perfect,” she whispered. “The people you draw come alive.”
Jiang Zhe turned and looked at Chen Yan, the concentration in his eyes not yet completely faded, and reached out and gently pinched her cheek.
Chen Yan felt the warmth of his fingertips, slowly leaned against his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.
In the studio, art and emotion also become a work of art.
-
in the afternoon.
The phone rang.
"Wait a moment." Jiang Zhe put down the paintbrush dipped in ultramarine paint, and rubbed a sky-blue ripple on the brush-erasing cloth with his fingertips.
Chen Yan walked into the studio, "Do you want me to answer it for you?"
"No need, I'll answer it myself." Jiang Zhe saw that the caller ID showed Professor Kerry's number.
"Jiang, congratulations, you have won everyone's recognition." Professor Kerry's signature American throat voice came from the other end of the phone, and there was faint music in the background. "The application is approved, please confirm the offer as soon as possible."
Jiang Zhe's knuckles suddenly clenched the phone: "Thank you for your recognition and help..." he uttered a string of thanks.
"Stop, stop, stop," Professor Kerry interrupted him with a smile, "Save these words for the academic defense. Columbia University needs fighters with pioneering spirit, not obedient students who can recite art yearbooks. The topic you chose in your application materials is exactly what we want."
"I know you have a lot of options. Trust me, this is the best.
Art History Library - "Professor Kerry lowered his voice, "There is a copy of a work that came out of the Forbidden City in 1932. I believe you are a qualified graduate student to read it." The rhythm of a pen tapping on the desk came from the phone, "More importantly, there is the best stage joint exhibition here"
Chen Yan saw Jiang Zhe rubbing his left hand unconsciously.
“The details have been sent to your email,” Professor Kerry said at last. “Remember, the real battlefield is at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and West 25th Street, where art history is rewritten every day.”
When the phone screen went dark, Jiang Zhe was still staring at the phone.
Chen Yan waited silently.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhe turned on his computer and came over.
The body of the email has a Columbia-specific format.
Dear Mr. Jiang Zhe:
We are honored to inform you that you have been admitted as a doctoral candidate (Master and Doctoral) in the joint training program of Art History and Art Practice for the fall semester of 2005 by the unanimous vote of the Graduate Committee of the Department of Art and Archaeology of Columbia University. Your advisor is Professor Kerry Howard, special note.】
"Jiang Zhe, congratulations," Chen Yan was pleasantly surprised after understanding the content of the email.
Jiang Zhe suddenly stood up and paced slowly.
"Columbia University, Manhattan, Metropolitan Museum of Art... Once this news gets out, many people will envy you," said Chen Yan.
Jiang Zhe said: "Don't get excited yet, I haven't decided whether to go or not."
"By the way, you have received notifications from three schools. Where do you want to go?" Chen Yan asked.
Jiang Zhe said: "Right now, my mind is a little confused and I can't think calmly."
The two chatted for a while, and when they calmed down a little, he called his parents' home phone.
"Dad, I received a notice from Columbia University. It's a master's and doctoral program." The moment the call was connected, Jiang Zhe's voice had calmed down.
"Really? Where?" The voices of Jiang Yi and his wife came together.
"When did you receive it?" "Where is the school?" The couple's voices sounded one after another.
"Columbia University is in New York, USA." Jiang Yi explained for his son.
"Okay, okay, that's great. We want to see the notice. What are the requirements?" Xu Li took the phone.
Jiang Zhe said, "Mom, the notification is an email. You and my dad can come to the villa and check it on my computer."
"Okay, okay, we'll be there soon."
The couple's excited conversation could be heard over the phone.
After ending the call with his parents, Jiang Zhe called Professor Qin.
The professor's voice was as gentle as ever: "Congratulations, Jiang Zhe. I remember you applied to several other schools. Come to my office and talk when you have time."
Jiang Zhe thought for a moment and agreed with Professor Qin to meet tomorrow.
Professor Qin put down the phone and called the department head.
Soon, he pushed open the door of the department head's office.
The dean of the department poked his head out from behind the computer, the light from the computer screen still reflected on his glasses: "Professor Qin, your department's consumables costs are overspent again this year. By the way, you just said there was good news?"
"Jiang Zhe received a notice from Columbia University. His application was approved." Professor Qin sat down steadily and put down the document bag in his hand.
The department head smiled and said, "This is his third notification. What major?"
"Joint training program in art history and art practice, master's and doctoral programs." Professor Qin repeated Jiang Zhe's words.
"Look, others are worried about their applications not being approved. He is worried about how to choose," the department head sighed.
Professor Qin continued: "I am worried too. When teaching, I have to demonstrate, and demonstration requires consumables."
The department head interrupted hastily: "I am even more worried. Everyone comes to me, but the consumables are over the limit and I can't solve it. In addition, it's a pity that Jiang Zhe is not studying for a master's degree in our school."
Professor Qin handed over several documents: “This is his choice, we cannot interfere.
Jiang Zhe's works are collected by the National Art Museum and included in the National Art Exhibition Collection. We have also won other awards in our oil painting major. These are all the achievements of this major. Should the school take them into consideration? "
The department head said, "Professor Qin, I will ask for instructions. Please wait. Other majors are also having difficulties."
……
Jiang Zhe called Sister Liao and Wang Zhen respectively and received congratulations from them.
Soon, the news came and friends called one after another to express their congratulations.
Many people asked him when he would celebrate the party.
While busy, Jiang Zhe was still worried about one thing, the system's challenge task.
(End of this chapter)
