Lu Yiming said something and then walked to the temporary office.

Entering the office, Lu Yiming asked Yang Lidao: "Among those people just now, is there anyone named Xin Yongsheng?"

Lu Yiming was very impressed by this man's paintings. He could paint an image lifelike with just a few strokes, giving him the feeling of Tuzki. It would be quite interesting to use this technique to paint the characters of the Three Kingdoms.

But strictly speaking, Xin Yongsheng's painting techniques are really not very good, but his interesting soul is what makes him better.

Yang Li didn't understand why Lu Yiming wanted to find Xin Yongsheng, but he still said without hesitation: "Yes, I'll go find him?"

Lu Yiming nodded slightly and said: "Call me over and have a chat. By the way, remember not to videotape the whole process about me. And don't tell Xin Yongsheng that I called him."

"OK."

After a while, Xin Yongsheng followed Yang Li in.

When Xin Yongsheng saw Lu Yiming, he realized that it was Lu Yiming who was looking for him, and he suddenly became extremely nervous.

Once people have low self-esteem, it is easy to think about the worst. Xin Yongsheng's first thought after seeing Lu Yiming was: It's over, I'm going to be kicked out.

Although he was several years older than Lu Yiming, Xin Yongsheng stood in front of him like a mouse meeting a cat, his aura was suppressed to death.

Lu Yiming had no idea what Xin Yongsheng was thinking. He asked with a smile: "Are you Xin Yongsheng?"

"Yes...yes..."

Xin Yongsheng said with some stuttering.

Lu Yiming smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I just think your paintings are interesting and I want to chat with you, that's all."

After hearing what Lu Yiming said, Xin Yongsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sit down, sit wherever you like. What would you like to drink? Tea or coffee or a drink? In this weather, a glass of iced Coke is the most comfortable. Director Yang, can you please help us get two bottles of iced Coke?"

Yang Li said: "I'll go right away."

Yang Li turned around and went out. Lu Yiming looked at Xin Yongsheng and asked with a smile: "Why do you want to paint?"

This question caught Xin Yongsheng off guard.

His brain was spinning rapidly, trying to find some kind of explanation, but in the end he found nothing. He could only say matter-of-factly: "There's no reason, I just like it."

Regarding Xin Yongsheng's answer, Lu Yiming was noncommittal and then asked: "Then what is your creative concept?"

"Creative concept..."

Xin Yongsheng had never studied painting systematically, so he didn't understand these at all. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out how to answer this question, so he had to ask carefully: "Does this question have anything to do with the competition?"

Lu Yiming sighed and said: "Of course it does matter. What do you think the winner of the draft competition relies on? Is it your true talent and learning? Maybe it has a little influence, but what really determines the outcome is your story.

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Xin Yongsheng asked puzzledly: "Isn't "Millions of Painters" looking for painters? Isn't it a competition to see whose painting skills are better?"

Lu Yiming said: "Yes, but not entirely. After all, whether the painting is good or not is often a very subjective matter, so as long as your story can influence the audience's subjective judgment, you can improve your chances of winning."

"ah?"

Xin Yongsheng was stunned, feeling that his outlook on life was all affected.

For the first time, he knew that the real society actually worked like this.
Chapter completed!