Chapter 482 So much more boring
Seeing that the finals were approaching, Qin Zizhuo and Wen Ning couldn't be too gentle. They just had a little intimacy in the room, and after making sure that there would be no problems in the competition, they separated.
After all, Qin Zizhuo has a wife, and Wen Ning also has a husband, so the few employees who know about this matter can be regarded as watching their hearts.
"Then after the game... shall we meet at the old place tonight?" Wen Ning smiled as he straightened his tie.
Qin Zizhuo is young and talented, and his handsome appearance is based on Wen Ning's point.
It can be said that the two hit it off and worked together.
Qin Zizhuo smiled, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
As long as you coax the other party, take the prize first, and let him control the rest.
Qin Zizhuo calmed down secretly, and felt a little disgusted with Wen Ning, who was already thirty-six years old, but the smiling expression on his face only made people feel intimate.
"Then I'll go out first." Qin Zizhuo let go of his opponent's hand.
It is not easy for others to see the two of them together, and Wen Ning needs a little time to tidy up now.
After a brief farewell, Qin Zizhuo pushed open the door, and was about to go out to find the staff as usual, but the smile on his face froze when he saw the people standing in the corridor outside the door.
"You—" Qin Zizhuo was horrified.
He couldn't help beating drums in his heart when he looked at Shang Yanxiu Gujing's unwavering eyes.
Then just now...the matter between him and Wen Ning, did the other party hear?
Qin Zizhuo was full of thoughts for a while, when he saw Yanxiu standing outside, he froze in place, so that he didn't even think about saying hello.
The sense of superiority that had just arisen in his heart slowly melted away under the gaze of Yanxiu.
Yanxiu stood up straight, "Is there something wrong?"
If it wasn't for Qin Zizhuo's voice, he didn't intend to say hello to this person at all.
"No." Qin Zizhuo immediately retorted, and the speed was so fast that it made people feel guilty.
Yanxiu looked at Qin Zizhuo with a ghost in his heart, and glanced across the blush on the neckline of the other party.
"Two designers, the competition is about to start." Fortunately, a staff member came to make a rescue in time, which made Qin Zizhuo heave a sigh of relief.
Yanxiu was too lazy to talk to Qin Zizhuo, so he nodded indifferently when he saw this, and took a step ahead with the things he needed.
Qin Zizhuo followed closely and walked towards the field, but because he was a few steps behind Yanxiu, he heard the conversation of the people next to him after Yanxiu left.
"Yanxiu will definitely win the championship this year, right? With his strength, I don't think Qin Zizhuo can compare."
"Both of them are quite strong. How can you be so sure as you said? Qin Zizhuo's efforts over the years are obvious to all in China."
One supports Yanxiu, and the other supports Qin Zizhuo. The views of the two sides are classically opposite.
"Qin Zizhuo obviously became famous after following Yanxiu's path. In terms of the works in his hand, Yanxiu beat him by several blocks."
"Come on, Yanxiu's family is abroad. You don't know our domestic environment yet? A bunch of business orders..."
The person behind him excused Qin Zizhuo, but he did admit that this was the truth.
China always focuses on making money, because most of the works Qin Zizhuo handed over are not satisfactory, but everyone understands.
Just hearing the two compare him and Yanxiu together, Qin Zizhuo couldn't help clenching his fists, feeling dissatisfied.
It's always like this, always like this, Qin Zizhuo has been compared with Yanxiu since he became famous.
His personality is conceited and he can't be belittled, so he will naturally hate Shang Yanxiu as time goes by—
"Designer Qin, is your place ready?" A little girl walked over and asked him.
When he smiled, the little girl couldn't help but blushed and nodded.
Fortunately, Qin Zizhuo is very satisfied with the skin he has brought, which can save him a lot of trouble and provide help.
Just like this game, there is only an ending that he must win.
This time, Yanxiu must become his stepping stone and his defeat.
The previous game started, and the host has already started to warm up and introduce the rules of this time.
"In this final, we will draw lots randomly. The entries drawn by the two designers will be used as the design theme of this competition, and everyone will vote to select the result..."
Murong Qiao listened to the host's words, and looked down at the tablet computer at hand.
It is a tablet specially used for the competition, so when you open it, you can only see the choice of who to vote for. Murong Qiao's eyes fell on the photo representing Yanxiu.
Looking at the pursed corners of the mouth and cold face of the fourth brother, the process of taking pictures must have not been too smooth. He never likes to show his face.
Because it was a competition for designers, it didn't look like a variety show, with all the bells and whistles.
After the introduction by the host, Yanxiu and Qin Zizhuo went directly to the field, one on the left and one on the right, standing in their respective competition positions, ready to draw lots.
The host first stood beside Yanxiu, "Let's take a look... Is it a theme of national style?"
When Yanxiu took out the note and unfolded it, there was a tacit synchronous booing at the scene.
"This is really, a bigger challenge." The host couldn't help smoothing things over.
Everyone knows Yanxiu’s style. All his paintings abroad for a long time are in Western fantasy style, and almost all his works are biased towards the West.
So when the word Guofeng was drawn, many people began to worry about him.
On the contrary, when it was Qin Ziyan's turn to draw the box, he got the commercial painting style that he was best at.
Just the draw at the beginning has already tilted the balance of winning and losing significantly.
Qin Zizhuo held the note in his hand, and the joy on his face came from his heart. After seeing that it was exactly as Wen Ning said, he gained a lot of confidence.
"This... just the starting point is not fair."
Murong Qiao heard someone secretly complaining behind her, the voice sounded young and soft, it should be a little girl.
"Random draw, there is no way. To put it bluntly, luck is part of strength."
"No one can say for sure about luck. If it was the other way around, Qin Zizhuo would definitely not be happy..."
Naturally, some people refuted it, and the debate spread among the people, and even the popularity on the Internet rose accordingly.
"The theme has been decided, so in ten minutes, we will start an hour and a half to design for the two of you." The host announced. "Please also keep quiet, so as not to disturb the designer's creative inspiration."
The second half of the sentence was addressed to the audience present. Murong Qiao's eyes fell on the fourth brother, thinking that the subject matter was unfavorable this time, but he was attracted by the excellent state of Qin Zizhuo next to him.
The other party was really good at writing, and almost when the host announced the start, he had already started to draw on his design draft.
The designer can let the designer write the time of conception, and this time the theme is also what Qin Ziyan is good at, so no one thinks it is wrong.
But Murong Qiao sat in the first row, with a great view, and could see Qin Zizhuo's painting process at a glance.
She had seen fourth brother Yanxiu's manuscript, when she was in Murong's residence.
From the frame to the details, not to mention how much time is spent on careful carving, just the shape requires repeated revisions.
But seeing that Qin Zizhuo had already begun to outline details and other issues, Murong Qiao felt wrong.
She had an idea and immediately spoke out. "What's so good about painting what you're good at?"
The sound is not loud, but the volume is just enough to be transmitted from the first row to the field including the surrounding auditorium, which made many people look sideways.
"I think it's interesting to let them design each other's works."
(end of this chapter)