The Capital Biennale at a branch venue.

Several teachers and leaders of Binhai Academy of the Arts walked out of the venue together.

This afternoon, when we arrived in the capital, we rushed to the branch venue to participate in the rehearsal.

We are all very happy to be able to participate in this Biennale.

Professor Qin was also happy, but he was still worried about Jiang Zhe.

The group returned to the hotel where they were staying.

Professor Qin had some free time and sent a text message to Jiang Cheng.

At 5 pm, Jiang Zhe arrived at the hotel where the teachers were staying.

When Professor Qin saw him, he asked directly, "I haven't heard from you for a long time. How are you?"

He asked and observed at the same time, and seeing that Jiang Zhe had a calm expression, he thought that things had taken a turn for the better.

Jiang Zhe directly told what he saw and heard at the Artists Association today. "I guess I won't be able to attend the activities and exhibitions tomorrow. If there's nothing else to do later, I'll go back on Sunday."

Professor Qin's face darkened. "So, you are really not allowed to participate in the event because of this little thing."

"I haven't received any notification yet, so I guess it's not possible."

Professor Qin was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

This afternoon, he kept in touch with his friends, but the responses he received were not very optimistic.

In order to comfort the student, he suppressed his anger and said, "Relax your mind, accept the setbacks, and don't feel burdened. You still need to continue to work hard in the future."

"Should I go say hello to the teachers?" Jiang Zhe asked.

Professor Qin hesitated. Although they were all his colleagues, he didn't know their true attitude towards Jiang Zhe's matter. What if...

When Jiang Zhe saw Professor Qin hesitate, he knew that this matter was not as simple as he thought.

Professor Qin said, "Don't think too much. We are all exhausted from the journey and have to get up early tomorrow. I guess we should all be ready to rest."

"Teacher, you should also have a good rest." Jiang Zhe said goodbye.

Professor Qin insisted on sending Jiang Zhe downstairs.

Walking out of the main gate, he said, "Don't give up hope. Maybe there will be a turnaround before the last minute.
When I was young, I had an opportunity to further my studies.

Many people were vying for the position, and a candidate had already been chosen, but that person chose to give up. In the end, I got the opportunity to go for further studies.”

After some encouragement, Professor Qin returned to the hotel and met with the school leaders and colleagues.

They are already preparing for tomorrow.

Everyone will go to different venues and event sites, so each group has a leader.

While discussing the details, a school leader asked about Jiang Zhe.

After hearing about the current situation, he immediately expressed his opinion: "Let's continue to work hard on this matter. Even if it can't change anything, don't let it affect your mood for participating in the event. You should also encourage him not to give up on himself because of this matter."

Jiang Zhe returned to the hotel and ate alone.

He was very calm. After all, the system did not show the worst result.

The Biennale's planning committee is currently making changes to the event arrangements, and the heads of relevant departments are also participating in the meeting.

Each task has already been implemented and someone is watching over it at all times.

They took the trouble to record all responses from the high-level inspections and implemented them word by word.

Finally, someone raised Jiang Zhe's question.

"Everyone, tell me, how should this be changed?"

A senior executive asked about Jiang Zhe. The boss naturally did not give a clear opinion. He just asked, but did not say what to do. This required the specific people in charge to weigh the details, to what extent to do it, and whether to overturn the previous decision. Everyone began to discuss.

"I wonder if this is too sensitive. If we want to overturn the previous decision, many things will have to change accordingly."

"Everything from the people who will be attending the event to the people who will present the awards has already been decided. It would be very troublesome to make changes."

Another said: "It's not about trouble. It's about us having to react. If we don't react, it's a lack of sensitivity."

Some people also expressed vaguely, what if they understood it wrongly?
A group of people started to discuss and finally reached an agreement. Changes must be made... After dinner, Jiang Zhe strolled in the hotel courtyard for a while and then received a call from his parents.

I don’t know who passed the news to Jiang Yi and his wife.

The old couple were very worried and kept asking questions on the phone.

Jiang Zhe could only say nice things. After finally calming his parents down, he warned himself that if he encountered such a thing in the future, he must find a way to hide it from his parents.

He is now in front of the window of the hotel room, looking at the street view outside.

The afterglow of the sunset disappeared and the lights on the street gradually lit up.

Watching this scene, Jiang Zhe's mood became calmer and calmer. He admired the increasingly bright lights with great interest.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Zhe opened the door and saw Wang Zhen and Meng Xi standing outside.

"How do you have time to come here? You've been busy all day, why don't you go back and rest?"

I was afraid you would be too lonely here, so I came here to drink with you."

Jiang Zhe said, "I have to be busy tomorrow, go back and rest early."

Wang Zhen said, "I won't go tomorrow. You take a rest, and I'll take a day off. I've been very busy lately."

Meng Xi also sat down and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, so we should take a rest."

Jiang Zhe looked at his watch and said to Meng Xi, "Won't your parents be worried if you don't go home?"

"I've already said hello. The western food in this hotel is pretty good. Want to try it? I haven't had a proper meal these past few days."

Although Jiang Zhe had already eaten, he understood the good intentions of the two and agreed to drink with them.

The three of them opened a bottle of champagne and started drinking.

Meng Xi and Wang Zhen did not mention the double-sided exhibition.

Jiang Zhe picked up his glass and clinked glasses with the two of them.

"It's because of my business. I'm sorry for making you run around here. Thank you!"

"There's no need to be so polite between us."

Wang Zhen and Meng Xi turned the topic to the gallery and mentioned that they planned to invite Jiang Zhe to visit during the holidays.

Jiang Zhe's phone vibrates.

Wang Zhen took a look and his expression changed. "It's Secretary Lu's call. Answer it quickly."

Jiang Zhe put down his wine glass, picked up his phone and pressed the answer button.

Wang Zhen watched Jiang Zhe answer the phone and realized a possibility. The call at this time would not really be to notify Jiang Zhe to participate in the event, right?

The hope that had been given up was raised again.

"Okay... tomorrow at 6 o'clock... OK, I got it, no problem."

Jiang Zhe looked at Wang Zhen: "Mr. Wang is here too. OK." He handed the phone to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen took the phone and said, "Secretary Lu, hello, are you still working?
Secretary-General Lu said: “I won’t be polite.

There is a work notice. You and Jiang Zhe will rush to the art museum at 6:00 tomorrow to prepare for the opening ceremony. "

Things actually took a turn for the better?! Wang Zhen happily agreed. "Okay, no problem."

Secretary-General Lu was very busy, so he ended the call after conveying the notice.

"Haha, that's what I told you. After all, someone recognizes you." Wang Zhen was very happy, and the haze was swept away.

Meng Xi asked: "What happened? Is there a turn for the better?"

"We can go to the event tomorrow." Wang Zhen said.

"That's great, congratulations!" Meng Xi congratulated Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you. Come, let's drink this cup. Hey, are you going to rest tomorrow?" (End of this chapter)