Chu Heng happily glanced at the five design team members who had not slackened their work because of his absence, and stepped into the room, the cotton shoes under his feet making a slight sound on the ground.
"Crack!"
The five people were immediately attracted by the sound and looked up one after another.
"Everyone, happy New Year." Chu Heng was born, smiling and cupping his hands at them.
"Happy New Year, happy New Year."
"Okay, it's gone, Comrade Chu Heng."
"Please come inside quickly."
After the five people said New Year's greetings enthusiastically, the old man among them quickly waved to him and said: "You are back, Comrade Chu Heng, come and take a look at our design draft to see if it is successful."
"good."
Chu Heng stepped forward quickly, came to the old man's side, and reached out to take a stack of drawings from him. There were more than a dozen drawings, including outer packaging and bottle stickers.
Therefore, the drawings are all in a unified Tang style, and there are differences in various ways depending on the designers.
After looking at a few pictures, he frowned slightly. He was a little dissatisfied with the design style of those drawings. He felt there was nothing new, and it even felt like he was looking at a copy of a Tang painting.
When the five people saw his expression, their hearts sank and they couldn't help but cry out in pain. They had some confidence in the design draft this time, but they didn't expect that they still couldn't satisfy this guy.
"Eh!"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Chu Heng's eyes suddenly lit up and he stared at a drawing in his hand and looked at it carefully.
The painting is a picture of a drunken imperial concubine. The painting style is not as complicated as others. It only takes a few strokes to outline an intoxicated beauty with a graceful figure. Each stroke is so smooth and just right, but the lines are a little off.
, any less will destroy the overall beauty of the painting.
At first glance, the whole painting gives people a natural feeling, which is in line with Chu Heng’s simple but not simple design concept.
"Okay! This drawing is very good, it passed the test!" Chu Heng laughed and put the drawing aside, cheering up the others.
Then he looked at the next one. The style was very similar to the previous one, except that the painting on it was a lady. It was obviously painted by one person.
After he selected this painting from among them, he continued to look at the others, but unfortunately, although there were several good ones in the subsequent design drafts, none of them could satisfy him as much as the previous two.
Not long after, after reading the design draft, Chu Heng put it in his hand, picked up the two he had picked out before, laughed at the five people and asked: "These two are very good, who designed them?"
"It's me." A man of about 10 to 30 years stepped forward, dressed simply, with meticulous hair, a faint smile on his face, and a very elegant temperament.
This man Zhan Jianjun is a well-known painter at the moment. He is a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. He is good at oil painting and meticulous painting. He is also an antique lover, especially ancient calligraphy and painting. He is particularly interested in the calligraphy and painting of Wu Daozi and Ren Bonian.
Love.
Chu Heng had met him several times in his previous life, but at that time he was a great artist and a great collector, and he, a rich man with a lot of money, simply couldn't catch his eye, and he didn't even say a few words.
But things are different now. Chu Heng is now his benefactor.
According to the historical trajectory, Zhan Jianjun was going to be transferred to Beihe late last year, but he happened to catch up with Chu Heng who was selecting people. At that time, he spotted this great painter who would be famous both at home and abroad at a glance on the list, so he removed the person from the Security Section.
I asked for it in my hand.
Therefore, Zhan Jianjun has always been grateful to him and at the same time quite in awe.
"Comrade Zhan's two design sketches are very good." After Chu Heng praised them, he raised the sketches in his hands and said to the others: "You can take a reference."
The expressions of the other four people were very subtle, showing a kind of dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction.
Literary person.
Everybody understands.
Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The same is true for painters. Some people even look down on the paintings of Wu Daozi and Van Gogh.
So Chu Heng didn't take it seriously, turned around and pulled Zhan Jianjun aside, and asked: "Your two drawings are very good, I like them very much, so I plan to let you produce a set of design drawings by yourself, but it must be
Is it difficult to complete it within a month?"
Zhan Jianjun, who didn't even have the intention to look at Chu Heng in future generations, looked embarrassed when he heard this. After hesitating for a while, he was worried about upsetting Chu Heng, so he carefully said with him: "If you have more time, it won't be a big problem.
As for Yue, this is a bit difficult, unless you give me two more... an assistant."
"Okay, I'll go say hello to Qian Ding later. You can find the person yourself. You must come up with the design draft for me within a month!"
"no problem!"
"That's it."
Chu Heng walked out of the studio and went back to the winery project team's office. He said hello to Qian Ding and the others, then hurriedly went downstairs and drove away.
It's already past eleven o'clock now. My eldest cousin and the others are coming over at noon. If it's later, he won't be able to catch up.
Chu Heng worked hard all the way, and finally rushed back to Banchang Hutong at around 11:30.
When he got off the car and came to the door, he saw two bicycles parked beside him. He knew that his eldest cousin and Fan Huosheng had arrived, so he hurriedly opened the door and entered the hospital.
"Goose goose goose..."
He had just walked a few steps into the courtyard when he heard his eldest cousin's trademark hearty laughter coming from the backyard. The corners of Chu Heng's mouth curled up slightly. The courtyard hadn't been so lively for a long time.
"You're back."
Yang Guizhi, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the footsteps and looked back. She was also in a good mood and said with a smile on her face: "Come in quickly, Feng Chun and Huo Sheng are here. Let's have dinner on time at twelve o'clock."
"Okay, you're busy, Sister Guizhi." Chu Heng hurried to the backyard and walked straight into the confinement room. At this time, the deaf old lady, Mother Ni, and the eldest cousin were all in the room, chatting and laughing with him.
Ni Yinghong was talking.
Fan Huosheng is not here. This is the room where Ni Yinghong is undergoing confinement. It is not convenient for him, a gay man, to come in. At this time, he is drinking tea in the main room. As I am away, Chu Zhecheng, the only male in the family, is staying with me in that room.
Looking at him...
So after Chu Heng said a few words to his eldest cousin, he stepped forward to hug his daughter and coax her with a valuable expression, then walked out of the confinement room and went to the main room to accompany Fan Huosheng.
When he entered the room, Fan Huosheng was sitting boredly at the dining table reading the newspaper, while Chu Zhecheng was minding his own business and playing with toy cars on the Arhat bed.
"You're back, brother."
Seeing Chu Heng come in, Fan Huosheng hurriedly stood up to greet him.
"Sit down, let the fire start." Chu Heng smiled at him, walked forward and pulled him to sit down.
Although according to seniority, he should call Fan Huosheng brother-in-law, but he really couldn't call this guy who was a few years younger than him, and Fan Huosheng himself was not used to it, so they and Duan Fengchun each called him his own.
The two sat down to chat for a while, then drank tea and chatted casually about work and the current situation. After some necessary pointers, the food at Yang Guizhi's side was also prepared, and then the family came out with Ni Yinghong's mother.
My daughter and Qin Jingru, who had gone to work, gathered in the main room and had a sumptuous lunch together.
Duan Fengchun and his wife didn't drink much wine at noon because they had to visit other relatives in the afternoon. After Chu Heng shared a bottle of Maotai with the couple, they stopped drinking, so they ate the meal very quickly before proceeding.
It was over in more than half an hour.
Then they talked in the room for a while, and Duan Fengchun and Fan Huosheng said goodbye and left.
