"Thank you, Dean."

In the office, Bai Ye was very grateful to Deng Shaoying for his righteous words. With the other party’s words, he probably would have less trouble in the future and his negative impression should be reversed.

“This is what it should be.”

Deng Shaoying had no intention of taking credit, so he stood at the office window, looking at the gradually dispersed students.

After confirming that everyone is safe and a storm has disappeared, he turned his head and said with a stern face: "But after all, this matter has nothing to do with you, and you have a lot of responsibility."

When Bai Ye heard this, he quickly stated: "Dean, I have no money!"

"What's the money?"

Deng Shaoying was stunned for a moment, then became really angry and slapped the table and cursed: "You know money, you know money. I think you just went to learn some oil paintings after you were so fucked by money. In the end, you were embarrassed and ended up now. Don't you know how to repent?"

"Dean, I was wrong."

Bai Ye immediately lowered his head, looking like he was regretful.

Well, as long as you don't have to lose money, everything is easy to say.

After all, he also heard that because there were too many students, many pieces of glass were cracked.

Decorative glass is not cheap.

"snort!"

Deng Shaoying is old, and there is no way that Bai Ye is so verbally unintentional.

But he didn't care, just said: "If your graduation certificate is not what you have today, you can still discuss it. But now something is wrong. In the storm, several senior executives of the school will probably strongly oppose it."

"It doesn't matter."

Bai Ye didn't care, he had gained enough today.

"But don't worry, it's yours, it's yours, I will try my best to win you."

Deng Shaoying was straightforward and did not go around the circle. He directly stated: "The school is not short of one or two geniuses to add luster, but he will never give up real talents. You are not good. You just made the wrong choice before, and it has nothing to do with moral character. God will forgive you for making mistakes and can be saved."

"Thank you, Dean." Bai Ye was grateful again, and his expression became more respectful.

"Okay, you can go back."

Deng Shaoying waved: "I'm going to have a meeting. Those senior executives of those schools are still waiting for me to discuss how to deal with public opinion storms and resolve the influence of rumors..."

"good."

Bai Ye knew the fun and stood up to say goodbye.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Deng Shaoying seemed to remember something and immediately stopped him: "Didn't you just say that the continuous special shape of that space is best cast with metal?"

"right."

Bai Ye nodded, then moved his heart and immediately said cleverly: "When I go back, I will prepare the metal version and I will send it to you immediately."

"It's not for me, but for the school, mainly for the exhibition hall collection of the sculpture academy."

Deng Shaoying was satisfied and emphasized: "As a senior brother and senior, you should open your eyes, increase their knowledge and inspire them."

"It's my pleasure."

Bai Ye said the truth, because he knew that the things collected in the college’s exhibition hall were basically excellent works. Most of them were masterpieces, or things with commemorative value and profound meaning.

It is really a sensation to be included in his stuff.

After a while, Baiye left.

Director Yang, who had been silent when he watched him leave, said, "Old Deng, seeing that you spared no effort to help him, if I hadn't known you for decades, I would have suspected that he was your illegitimate grandson."

"Oh, you actually discovered it." Deng Shaoying looked shocked.

This also made Director Yang roll his eyes. If others knew that Director Deng, who was upright and serious in their eyes, would probably be shocked if he had such an uncontrollable side in private.

"If my grandson had half of his ability, I would wake up in my dreams."

Deng Shaoying didn't joke anymore and explained seriously: "Old Yang, you should know that the China Sea Sculpture Academy seems to have many talents, with famous masters at the top and fresh blood under it. But we know in our hearts that this is an illusion of prosperity on the surface."

"Not to mention that the eight domestic art academies are eyeing each other, there are also sculptors led by Europe, who are constantly challenging us internationally. Internal and external difficulties are in turmoil."

Deng Shaoying sighed: "We will grow old after all, but there are indeed many talents in the Mesozoic and New Generations, but there are not many people who can give a heavy burden."

Director Yang frowned, "Do you think he can do it?"

"Old Yang, you should be clear that talent is the most important in the art industry. Diligence can make up for your shortcomings, stupid birds fly first, and divineness rewards hard work, etc. are all lies. No matter how hard you work, hard work, and how much you persist, if you don't have enough talent, you basically have no future and at most you will become a craftsman at the end."

Deng Shaoying admitted: "Looking at the history of art for thousands of years, there are countless people who study art like stars in the sky. But those who truly create schools and can be remembered forever are basically those geniuses."

"Baiye has this potential."

Deng Shaoying asserted: "At least I saw this possibility in him."

"Just one work..."

Director Yang browed and felt that Deng Shaoying was too arbitrary.

“It’s not just a work.”

Deng Shaoying shook his head and said, "He has another work, which is the sculpture of the Sports Square. You don't know how wonderful his bird sculpture is. Even a person like Peng Bai who is gentle on the surface, proud in his bones, and has no children, can't help but sigh."

“Huh?”

Director Yang was surprised: "Is it that good?"

"Better than you thought."

Deng Shaoying said regretfully: "It's a pity that we signed a confidentiality contract. For the final promotional effect, we cannot disclose details. So you have to wait a few more months before you can see the finished product."

"I hope what you said is true."

Director Yang was not very curious, so he had no intention of asking questions. In addition, he also waited and watched Deng Shaoying's judgment, so he said lightly: "I hope he will not let down your hard work."

"Don't worry, I know it."

Deng Shaoying laughed, with a bit of treacherous look in his eyes: "Besides, this little thing is nothing more than a slight effort to me. If you invest correctly, it will be a huge profit, so why not do it?"

He said, swaying his hands behind his back, and walking with his eight-character stairs, so cool and comfortable.

...The old and cunning.

Director Yang smiled, shook his head, and continued to study the sculpture.

The continuous moving shapes in space always feel that something seems to be hidden in this work.

But I can't see it, it's so strange.

Did he be too careless?

Director Yang pondered and immersed in it.

While he was thinking about it carefully, the outside world had already caused an uproar.

After all, there was such a big stir in the school, not to mention that the students couldn't control themselves, there were also photos taken by a group of people in society, recorded videos, and live broadcasts online.

The detailed situation easily spread to the outside world, which naturally caused heated discussion.

Thanks to Deng Shaoying's final promise, the good reputation he has established over the past few decades made everyone believe that he will not lie, so there are fewer voices to question the shady scenes. Even if there are a few, it will not cause any storms, and it doesn't matter.

In addition, most people have a confusion.

Bai Ye’s works are so good?

"I can't see..."

"He said yes, that's right? I also said, I'm the handsomest in the world."

"Don't forget, they are from the same school, and their teachers and classmates must be directed at him."

"Anyway, I didn't think it was so good after seeing that thing."
Chapter completed!