Extraordinary Girl
Greedy Temperament
Serra returned to the office, and an hour and a half later, she gave another 20 paintings to the head of the Fine Arts Department.
Head of Fine Arts Department: “..”
Serra didn't need to think about it and just draw it directly?
Thinking about this, he asked.
Serra nodded, "I've seen a lot of game characters like this usually, it's not difficult."
The expression of the Head of the Fine Arts Department was hard to reveal. They are involved in this line. They have learned many game characters. Why don't they see him like Serra?
Serra raised her hand to look at the time and saw that it was already noon. HD Group and Sheshi Technology are not far away. He went directly to Farrel's company to accompany Farrel.
Farrel was busy lately, so he rested at the company during the day.
Serra has been eating with Farrel for a week.
Farrel processed the document and returned to the waiting room. Serra is resting on the bed. Farrel's lips curled with a smile, walked over, took off his shoes, and lay on the bed.
He carried Serra into his arms calmly.
That breath was Serra's unique breath, Farrel closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In fact, Farrel's waiting room was huge, he could lay an extra bed, and the sofa outside was enough for Farrel to rest…
This is Sheshi Technology Fine Arts Department.
After Serra left, a subordinate walked into the office of the Head of the Fine Arts Department, "Sir, you are looking for me."
The head of the Fine Arts Department gave him a painting by Serra, "First follow the painting above and create a three-dimensional picture on the computer to see the effect."
Subordinates took off the paintings, their expressions gasped, “Pak, where did the many treasure paintings come from? No one in our department seems to be able to create such an obvious painting style. Sir, where did you invite someone to come?”
"That's not true, our department has no recent new employees."
The Head of Department chuckled and said, “That's not true. In fact, it was pulled by our boss."
The subordinates were astonished, "Boss?"
The chairman nodded, "Yes, and do you know how long it will take him to draw this?"
"How much?"
The chairman held out two fingers, "Two and a half hours."
"Two and a half hours!" Subordinate in disbelief, he counted the paintings in his hands, there were a total of 32 paintings.
Is this human?
It does not matter if the painting is mediocre. These 30 strange images may be the object of competition for gaming companies. Although each image was only drawn with a line without any coloring, it was already quite amazing.
He had imagined just how amazing these images were when they became animated characters.
Subordinate was eager to try, and he could not wait to make it immediately.
Chief, I'm busy.
Before the Chair of the Fine Arts Department agreed, his subordinates had disappeared.
Undoubtedly, when he took it out, it caused a sensation for those employees.
In the next few days, Serra visited almost every department.
Of course, more time was spent in the technical department. With Serra, their emotions were high. Not to mention Serra was their boss. Serra's performance alone was enough to make them work hard.
After all, their gaming company was all male, and even the receptionist was also male.
Yulian once said that there are female employees who are easily distracted and only recruit male employees.
Right now, he could see a girl in the department, they were naturally full of motivation.
There were not many problems that could leave Serra confused. With Serra's help, those who needed a week's worth of research were suddenly reduced to two days.
When Yuvi saw it, it was hatred.
Serra makes waves in every department, but can't help her.
The next day, she doesn't know if Serra finds out that Yulian and Yuvi rarely have problems, just come to her.
Yulian and Yuvi are happy.
Today, Serra is busy.
The two are still thinking of letting Serra help tomorrow. But when Serra asked them to retrieve the file, she raised her eyebrows and said, "I won't be coming to the company tomorrow."
Yumiko: "..."
Julian: "..."
They're all dumbfounded, aren't they, but this is it?
Dare to love Serra to help them today, like the farewell food the prisoners ate before they died in ancient times?
Yuvi sighed and asked: "Boss, there's something tomorrow."
"Yes." Yeah." Serra nodded.
Yuvi: "Are you coming back the day after tomorrow?"
Serra tilted her head for a moment, then replied: "It depends on the situation."
In other words, he will return to his original state, and may not come to the company once a week.
Both Yuvi and Yulian understood the meaning of Serra's words. The two did not try to hold Serra. After all, if they could persuade Serra, Serra was not the one. For almost a year, he had thrown out the store owner completely.
When leaving Serra's office, Yulian and Yuvi looked at each other, and they both saw their hatred.
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In fact, Serra said that there was something, but actually wanted to stay in the villa to rest. If he were to tell the truth, Yuvi and Yulian would not let go.
Of course, Wice, the president of the H City Painting Association, did not give Serra a chance to rest.
He smiled and asked: “Ra, how many unsold paintings do you still have? There is an art exhibition here in the Capital, and the organizers want you to come and participate in it through me."
Serra's eyebrows are racing, she's going to paint again.
He pressed his sore eyebrows and replied honestly, "No."
“Why is there not?”
Serra asked, "What do you mean?"
Wice. He touched his nose with a guilty conscience. It seemed that as long as Serra had the painting in her hands, she would bring it to the association, sell it, or send it to the exhibition.
However, Serra did not have many paintings. In almost a year, the number was less than twelve.
Wice changed the subject, "Ra, look, can you take each other in two days?"
For other painters, it is difficult to draw in two days.
But Wice knew that it was not difficult for Serra.
Serra coughed, "Can I not participate?"
Wice hoped Serra would say this, and she said the words she had prepared earlier in the morning, “Ra, famous painters from all over the world will be tasting at this painting exhibition, and Mr. Scott will feel it. also participate in the painting. And if your painting is liked by others, they can sell it for tens of millions of dollars.”
Wice knew that nothing else could attract Serra, but the money could still make Serra change her mind.
As her voice fell, Serra agreed, "OK."
Wice: "." i: "..."
Sure enough, he knew the gender of his urine.
After hanging up the phone with Wice, Serra went to the studio that Farrel had specially opened for her after dinner.
This time, Serra paid more attention to the painting than usual. It took two days to create the picture, which was given to him when Wice came.
Wice opened the painting.
Seeing him, Wice could not help but be amazed. Sure enough, Serra's painting could shock people at any moment.
He collected the painting happily, "Ra, your painting should be shuffled."
Wice was very lucky because he had let Serra join the association from the very beginning.
Otherwise, their association would have been looked down upon by the City F Association until now, and it would not have been as beautiful as it was now.
He came out with his back straight.
Wice also gave Serra two tickets, “Ra, these tickets for an art exhibition. You can go with your girlfriend to have a look. There are many works by everyone.”
After Wice left, Serra took the ticket in her hand and looked at it.
Farrel rubbed the top of Serra's hair. He moved slowly and whispered in a low voice, “At that time Saturday. We can go and see it.”
Serra nodded, "OK."
He was interested in the exhibition.
The exhibition venue is the center of the capital.
On this day, Serra and Farrel came to the exhibition together.
Sitta and Qi Wenshi were also there. Sitta's current painting had improved greatly from before. Among his generation, Serra was considered relatively good. Of course, it was far from Serra.
Sitta's paintings also participated in the exhibition.
Of course, Sitta did not have any reputation and was not qualified to participate in such a high-level art exhibition, but Qi Wenshi gave Sitta this opportunity to give Sitta a chance to perform.
If Sitta becomes famous for this, that's good.
But if Sitta was unable to support the wall with mud, Qi Wenshi thought, she would not need to waste too much time on him.
Sitta followed Qi Wenshi with a polite smile on her face.
Qi Wenshi introduced Sitta to another painter.
The painters exclaimed, “Without guessing, he can have students who are so young, yet so talented. Where did he find this student? I'll go shopping someday to see if I can find a student.”
Listening to their praise, Qi Wenshi was very proud, but he was very humble, “I just found him in H City. Seeing she has a good relationship, Sitta also has a certain talent, so I taught her."
“In City H, your students are also in City H. I remember Shera was also in City H, the same age as your student. Now one of his paintings is sold for tens of millions of dollars. City H seemed to have personal talent. Gathering place.”
“I heard that Shera was Mr. Scott's student. Mr. Scott should only have one student. It seems Mr. Scott has good eyesight. Having a good teacher is important, but it is more about being talented. His talent must be amazing."
His topic completely deviated from Qi Wenshi and Sitta.
Qi Wenshi stood still, extremely embarrassed.
They were talking about Sitta and Old Man Scott normally, but in Qi Wenshi's ears, they felt that they were mocking him for being inferior to Old Man Scott, and even the students they received were not as good as Old Man Scott.
Sitta was also angry, her face was so ugly, if it was okay to talk about other people, it was them.
Sitta did not forget the humiliation he had suffered over Shera.
Qi Wenshi and Sitta wanted to leave, but unfortunately, those painters did not give them a chance.