Chapter 79
Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed
79 Then draw another one for me to see _
When the president was at Yu Yong, he had already sent someone to investigate Jiang yiran.
He learned that Jiang zhiranâs style wasnât just realistic painting, but also the type of painting he was good at, like Yu Yongâs, which was flower and bird painting.
Jiang Yiranâs style and content were too different from the withered old manâs painting, so the president wasnât that excited when he saw Jiang Yiran.
As he spoke, he slowly unfurled the old man ku MUâs painting.
Yu Yong stared at the painting intently. He had been wondering why the president would want to meet Jiang yiran. Now that he saw the painting of the old man ku mu, he finally understood.
He was very accomplished in Chinese paintings. Although he was not as good as the president, he could still distinguish the spiritual Qi and quality of a painting. This old man ku mu painting had some flaws in the layout and technique. The painter looked very impetuous, but he had reached a certain level in the artistic conception.
It was an extremely spiritual painting.
I do recognize this box. This painting ... Yu Yong calmed down and thought for a long time before he slowly explained, â President, you might not know this, but I have another niece. My brother-in-law has always hoped that I could take her in to learn painting. This painting was sent by him ...
Beside him, Jiang yiranâs expression changed from shock to fear. Her fingernails, which were hanging by her sides, dug deep into her palms.
Jiang zhiran only heaved a sigh of relief after Yu Yong finished his last sentence.
Hearing Yu Yongâs explanation, the president furrowed his brows slightly. youâre saying that this painting wasnât drawn by your niece, but by your brother-in-law in order to get you to take in a disciple? â
If this painting was really drawn by Meng Fu, a girl who was not even twenty years old, then her potential was limitless. If it was drawn by a Chinese art master, then it would be of no value. These students who were not even twenty years old could still make qualitative progress, but a Chinese art master had already reached the ceiling. It was difficult to improve further.
Iâve asked her. Yu Yong had calmed down by now and slowly explained to the president, â sheâs only been learning Chinese painting for a few months. Itâs a mess. It canât be her.
Yu Yong already knew what kind of person Meng Fu was.
If she was really accomplished in this area, she wouldnât be in the entertainment industry now.
Yu Yong was too certain. After all, she was his niece, so he probably wouldnât hide anything from her. After the president heard this, he nodded slightly and didnât say anything else. He let the two of them leave.
Yu Yong and Jiang yiran came with excitement, but their joy was in vain.
Yu Yong was relieved. He didnât expect too much, so he turned to Jiang Yiran and said, â you go back with your mother first. Iâll go and see them.
Yu zhenling was still anxiously waiting for news of the two outside the door. When she saw Jiang yiran come out, she quickly went up to him, her eyes shining.âHow is it? What did the president say to you?â
Seeing Yu zhenling, Jiang Yiran opened his mouth but subconsciously didnât mention Meng Fu. heâs mistaken.
On the other side, Meng Fu had already finished eating with master Jiang.
Old master Jiang wanted to send her back, but Meng Fu rejected him. She tilted her head and said, ââNo, my assistant will send me to the training camp later.â
alright then. the old man looked at the car that was driving over not far away. Iâll watch you leave first.
Zhao fan, su Cheng, and the others did not like the Jiang family very much. Su Cheng parked his car far away and turned on the lights.
After Meng Fu got into the car, the old man looked away and turned to Jiang Quan. donât look for your wife for dinner next time.
**
The next day.
Training camp dormitory.
Chu Tian had just walked out of the dormitory when she saw Meng Fu running back. She glanced at Meng Fu and paused for a moment before saying, âMeng Fu, ye shuning has been strengthening her training these few days. Why arenât you attending the class?â
She was talking about Lu Haichaoâs class.
Meng Fu buttoned his sweaterâs hat and went to take a bath with a towel. âGo and look at your sister.â
âOh.â Oh, âChu Tian replied. There were six people in the group. The others did not have as many opportunities as ye shuning, but they were all working very hard to train their performance programs so that they would not be so embarrassed on the International stage.
She took a mask and put it on. After taking a step, she suddenly thought of something. She turned back and looked at Meng Fuâs back, wanting to say something but stopping.
Meng Fu didnât even turn his head and said concisely, ââSpeak,â he said.
âJust ...â Chu Tianâs face was stern. my sister is thanking you ...n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
youâre welcome. Meng Fu placed the towel on his shoulder and suddenly remembered something. is she cute? â
At the mention of his sister, a rare expression appeared on Chu Tianâs face. itâs alright.
âIâll go visit your sister when I have time.â Meng Fu closed the bathroom door.
Chu Qi stood outside the door and let out a deep breath.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhao Fan who was about to knock on the door.
Zhao Fan was here to talk to Meng Fu about the variety show. After she greeted Chu Tian, she was waiting for Meng Fu in the dormitory.
Meng Fu was in the shower, but she didnât rush her. She just lowered her head and frowned as she flipped through the long contract in her hands. âa day as a celebrityâ is this week. The topic on Weibo is already trending. Che Shao and the other two men are fine, but you and shengjun will definitely be trampled on.
best idol â had just finished broadcasting. Meng Fu was a hot topic recently, and â a day as a celebrity â obviously didnât want to miss this opportunity.
itâs the night after the live broadcast of the preliminaries. Zhao fanâs head hurt. time is too tight.
As she spoke, an urgent ringtone sounded. Zhao fan glanced at the phone on Meng Fuâs table. The caller was an unknown local number. itâs a local number.
Zhao Fan raised her head and shouted towards the bathroom.
She had always respected Meng Fuâs privacy.
âAnswer it.â Meng Fuâs voice could be heard from the bathroom.
Zhao Fan picked up the phone. It was a call from the art Association.
Meng Fu came out of the bathroom and saw Zhao Fan sitting on her chair, deep in thought.
Meng Fu was wearing a loose long t-shirt and holding a towel to his head. He pulled out the stool next door and sat down, his legs slightly crossed.
âWhen you had dinner with your grandfather last night, did you tell your uncle that youâre going to ask him to take you in? the chief Art Association wants you to go. Zhao fan put down the document and was surprised. if thatâs the case, then you wonât be so badly trodden on in this variety show ...
The last time Zhen Ling mentioned the art Association, Zhao Fan had wanted Meng Fu to agree.
...
âNo, I didnât,â As Meng Fu dried his hair, he moved his computer over and turned it on.
âThen why did the art Association look for you?â Zhao fan opened his mouth.
Meng Fu took a bottle of water and opened it with one hand. He said lazily, ââWho knows?â
**
Zhao Fan did not know what the Association meant, but he still urged Meng Fu to go to the Association.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the existence of the chief Art Association was like Beijing University in the capital. These were all places where Immortals gathered.
Some people hadnât even seen it.
T cityâs main Art Association was also a tourist attraction. However, the art Association was the same as Beijing University. One had to have a student pass to enter, so it was extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.
Zhao fan brought Meng Fu to the art Association. After confirming that the president was looking for Meng Fu, the people inside respectfully brought Meng Fu and Zhao fan to the presidentâs office.
âThe art Associationâs President?â Zhao fanâs expression changed.
She naturally knew what kind of person the chairman of the art Association was. To her, this was no different from saying, â youâre a beggar, but you suddenly heard that the county magistrate wanted to see you in person.
...
The president had changed into a green long-distance runner today.
His hair was slightly white, and his face was gentle, but Zhao fan could not help but feel a sense of authority when he looked at him, and no one dared to look him in the eye.
have a seat. the president waved at them and asked someone to bring out the painting from last night. He glanced at Zhao fan and then looked at Meng Fu. His tone was kind as he said, âIâm looking for you today to ask you who drew this painting?â
As he spoke, the person beside him had already raised the painting.
Zhao fan raised his head and looked at the painting that was being lifted up. As an outsider, she could not see anything special about it.
However, a painting that was mentioned by the president of the art Association would definitely not be simple.
Zhao Fan could not help but look at Meng Fu again.
Meng Fu had been looking down at his phone. When he heard the question, he raised his head and glanced at the painting. He said calmly, ââI drew it.â
pfft-â Zhao Fan, who had been nervous, turned to look at Meng Fu.
His eyes couldnât bear to look at it.
She drew it?
Zhao fan couldnât help but remember the first day when Meng Fu signed the contract. Meng Fu had only filled in his information for interviews, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He was not good at anything, let alone learning.
How could she say such big words to the president of the art Association? Zhao Fan could imagine what kind of scandals would be created on the internet if this got out. She gave Meng Fu a look.
âYou?â The president squinted his eyes and looked at Meng Fuqingâs eyes. He couldnât help but laugh.
âYes.â Meng Fu nodded again. Although she was beaten out by her master, she was willing to take responsibility for her actions.
The president kept his smile and asked the people beside him to set up the paper and painting tools. He looked at Meng Fu indifferently.âThereâs paper and brush here. Draw another one for me to see.â
Zhao fanâs hair stood on end when she heard that. She turned to look at Meng Fu. The president was not so easy to fool!