Chapter 394: It's Good to Know a Bit About Art

Lang'ai Hotel, Second Floor, Public Relations Office

"Minister, I don't think Wen'an is the best person for this job."

"I believe we can handle it ourselves."

"After all, what we need to submit is just a personal resume and an advanced personal achievement report of the boss."

"If we just copy, modify, and piece together the boss's annual speech, I think we can do it."

Zhao An spoke seriously on the phone, but before he finished, he heard Lin Suyang's furious voice:

"You think what?!"

"Who wrote that school report all these years?"

"In our department, Wen'an has the best writing skills. If not him, then who?"

Zhao An was displeased.

"Wen'an studied philosophy, not Chinese literature. Can he handle it?"

Lin Suyang was adamant, "It's him. I said so."

"I'm sending you the boss's personal resume and last year's hotel achievements now. Call him and have him finish it as soon as possible."

"By 1 PM tomorrow at the latest, I need it."

With that, Lin Suyang hung up the phone without mercy.

After receiving Wen Zifan's work arrangement, Lin Suyang racked his brain but couldn't find a suitable person among the hotel staff.

After much thought, he decided to rely on his department members.

"This Zhao An, he's good in many ways."

"Just too petty sometimes!"

Lin Suyang sighed helplessly.

Who knows how Wen'an had offended Zhao An, but whenever Wen'an was mentioned, Zhao An was all prickly.

Right now, Zhao An was also frustrated.

Of all the department members, only Wen'an leisurely read philosophy books every day, handling everything lightly, which was infuriating!

He often felt that Wen'an was the real mastermind of the PR department, while he was just a tired worker.

Looking at the draft materials in his email, Zhao An took a deep breath and reluctantly dialed the number.

"There's something Lin Minister specifically wants you to do."

Wen'an: "What is it?"

Zhao An: "Chen Boss of the hotel is now up for the Young Entrepreneur of the Year award. He needs a personal application material and application document. It's needed by noon tomorrow."

Wen'an: "No problem, send me the stuff."

Zhao An was puzzled: "With such a tight deadline, can you finish it?"

Wen'an nonchalantly replied, "Writing materials... it's simple. Just get the logic right, determine the theme, and fill in the details."

Listening to Wen'an's lazy tone, Zhao An wanted to smash something.

No one else in the hotel dared to take on this task, but Wen'an spoke so lightly about it,

Simple… simple my foot!

"I'll give it to you before 8 PM tonight."

With that, Wen'an lazily hung up, leaving only the dial tone.

...

Though Zhao An was annoyed by Wen'an's attitude, he had to admit it was nice to have someone competent.

At 6 PM,

an email notification popped up, followed by a phone call with Wen'an's voice:

"Minister, I've finished the materials. If there are any issues, let me know and I'll revise them."

Zhao An said, "Alright, I'll check."

Hanging up, Zhao An quickly scanned the document, wanting to make some changes, but after two readings, he couldn't find a single place to add a word.

The entire document was logically cohesive. Not to mention modifying it, he couldn't even find a place to remove an adjective.

Some people are truly talented.

Unless the whole thing was rewritten, making changes to Wen'an's work was practically impossible.

At least, with Zhao An's current skill level, he couldn't do it.

So, he forwarded it directly to Lin Suyang.

Lin Suyang, in turn, printed it out and handed it to Chen Jianhai.

Chen Jianhai, not wasting any time, gave it to Su Jie.

"Su ge, could you review these materials for me? I've never written one before and don't know the format. Could you also help polish it?"

Chen Jianhai asked Su Jie over the phone, smiling.

Since the association nominated him for the Young Entrepreneur of the Year award, Su Jie, being the most professional, was the best person to handle all the procedures.

"No problem, I'll take a look." Su Jie seemed busy, with a noisy background,

Chen Jianhai didn't want to disturb him further, so he politely ended the call.

In the following days, Lin Suyang and his team focused on organizing the Vagabond Time Theater event, recording the process of the white-haired young man's mural creation and posting it online as a documentary.

For a time,

discussions about the mural's content topped the library forum,

The mural on the cliff was vast and covered numerous elements, comparable to a mythical story.

However, the story's logic was elusive and hard to grasp.

Meanwhile, Su Jie called back, saying the materials were formally submitted to the city, and good news was expected soon.

The Vagabond Time Theater was a great success,

Though the library had limited capacity, the theater group was also small, a self-organized troupe of drama enthusiasts.

With only about 30,000 fans,

the event brought together over ten actors and about twenty spectators,

creating an event driven purely by passion, with no ulterior motives,

Performing on the library terrace with the sky as the backdrop and waves as the chime, attracting many passersby.

Even the mural god Shoulie put down his brush, participating out of interest.

The most surprising moment for Chen Jianhai was when,

amidst the backpackers, a slightly chubby young man sang an opera piece in a pure baritone during an emotional scene,

instantly elevating the artistic atmosphere, exciting everyone around who took photos and videos.

Seeing the mesmerized tourists, Chen Jianhai felt a pang of regret.

He should've invited An Xia, who could sing and play instruments, which would've been even better.

While the play was good, not every tourist was so entranced, most just watched out of curiosity.

But even those just watching were moved by the atmosphere, quietly observing, perhaps feeling a sense of reflection.

"Bro, I suddenly feel that knowing some art is really cool."

Xiao Lang looked enviously at the baritone, speaking from the heart.

"If I had learned some art, maybe I could be an artist now."

In the past few days, the white-haired mural god, theater actors, and the baritone had greatly stimulated Xiao Lang,

Even as a rugged man, he felt a rare urge for art.

"Art requires talent." Chen Jianhai shook his head rationally.

"But as the saying goes, 'Diligence can grind an iron rod into a needle.' If I work hard, I'll surely see results!" Xiao Lang's eyes sparkled.

Seeing Chen Jianhai laugh, Xiao Lang protested, "Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?"

Chen Jianhai rolled his eyes:

"You've been playing games since you could crawl, and after nearly 30 years, you're still terrible at them. Even I can't carry you!"