Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

I don't know who this person is, but he actually sent a video to Meng Fu?

It was the first time Zhao Fan met someone who would send videos to Meng Fu.

As she was thinking, she raised her voice and called Meng Fu in the bathroom: "Your WeChat video, surnamed Xu!"

After Meng Fu came out of the shower, he put on a bathrobe, tied the belt of the bathrobe, and pressed a towel to his hair while nodding: "Got it."

Seeing Meng Fu coming out, Zhao Fan went to the refrigerator to check the contents of the refrigerator in the hotel.

Meng Fu walked to the sofa and sat down, pressed the answer button, and an old man's face appeared on the phone screen.

If Zhao Fan was here, he would definitely recognize him. This face is a god-level figure who really stands at the top of the pyramid in the film and television industry in the circle——

Xu Bochuan.

Meng Fu turned the camera, only half of her face was in the camera, and the rest was only the ceiling of the hotel.

"Xiao Meng," after Meng Fu came back from filming the variety show, Xu Bochuan and Meng Fu communicated more than once. Put one up, can you see if there is any problem with this chess game?"

Xu Bochuan turned the camera to the chess game, which was placed on a rough stone table.

Meng Fu took a look and knew it was a stone table of a Taoist temple.

She put her eyes on the chess game, watched it for two minutes, and then nodded, "No problem."

"That's fine, this is what I set up according to the chess game you modified last time." Xu Bochuan has always been strict in filming, and he is not perfunctory in the life and death chess games that appear in the scenes. He asked Meng Fu to say yes, so he turned the camera to himself, "You recently Do you have a schedule, if you have time, come to our crew for a guest appearance."

In the camera, Yi Tong, who had changed into a green shirt, also saw Meng Fu, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and greeted with a smile: "Miss Meng, hello."

Meng Fu greeted Yi Tong politely before returning, "I have a new play."

"That's it," Xu Bochuan felt a little regretful, "Then let's talk about the drama when you have time."

Xu Bochuan chatted with Meng Fu about some Go issues before hanging up the phone.

Zhao Fan happened to take out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, threw one to Meng Fu, and asked casually, "Who is looking for you to watch chess?"

"En." Meng Fu pulled the tab of the beer can with one hand, wiped his hair with the other, and took a sip with his head raised.

His legs rested casually on the coffee table.

The collar of her bathrobe was loose, and one could clearly see a bead of water rolling down her thin collarbone around her neck.

"Yeah." Since he was looking for Meng Fu to play Go, he probably wasn't in the circle, so Zhao Fan didn't ask too much, "Have you read the script of the light comedy in ancient costume that I mentioned to you before?"

Sitting opposite Meng Fu, she couldn't help sighing, she had never seen a woman like Meng Fu, who could be so beautiful no matter what time she was, she deserved to be called the woman who unified the aesthetics of the entertainment industry on the Internet.

"Look." Meng Fu squeezed the beer can slightly, leaned lazily on the sofa, and took another sip slowly.

"Then we..." Zhao Fan just wanted to say something.

The room doorbell rang.

Three well-behaved beeps.

Serious and rigorous.

Zhao Fan quickly stood up, "It must be Brother Cheng."

She looked directly at the door, and it was indeed Su Cheng who was outside. He looked at the room, and was planning to come in directly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Meng Fu sitting on the sofa, his nightgown was almost half open, and Su Cheng paused.

He stopped in place, looked away, and said in a cold voice, "Get ready, let's sign the contract."

When Zhao Fan opened the door, remembering the wine she brought to Meng Fu, she was still a little nervous, but when she heard Su Cheng's words, she forgot the wine, and was surprised: "Contract?"

She looked at Su Cheng, turned her mind a thousand times, then swallowed, and cautiously probed: "Is it... the contract of "The Spy Shadow"?"

Su Cheng: "Yes."

Zhao Fan: "..."

In the last second, Zhao Fan, who was still cautiously offering wine to relieve Meng Fu's worries, ah, she was completely stupid.

**

Twenty minutes later, Meng Fu and Su Cheng arrived at the office.

Senior guides and planners are there.

The two glanced at the tall figure standing behind Meng Fu with his hands in his pockets, and they couldn't help but glance over.

"It's like this," Director Gao tried his best to ignore Su Cheng's existence, and then talked to Meng Fu and Zhao Fan, "Because Yan Li is a spy and an agent, she has a lot of fighting scenes in the play, basically all fighting scenes and gun battles .”

When he said this, Zhao Fan understood instantly, and she nodded, "Don't worry, Director Gao, we will invite a martial arts teacher to teach Meng Fu before he enters the group next week."

Meng Fu's imposing manner in acting was invincible, but his skills in this area were a bit weak.

Seeing Zhao Fan's cooperation, Director Gao was even more happy.

He nodded and smiled: "In the TV series, Yan Li is a sharpshooter who can penetrate Yang with a hundred steps. This is our later work. Meng Fu only needs to learn a little bit of fighting skills, and we will also have a martial arts teacher on site."

Director Gao didn't expect Meng Fu's level in these projects to be very high. After all, at Meng Fu's age, it is already rare to have acting skills.

I have counted the entire entertainment circle, and there are only a few actors who are good at filming.

He just said these things to Su Cheng, meaning that filming this scene was very hard and tiring, and some action doubles couldn't do it.

Seeing that Su Cheng had been quietly following behind without saying anything, Director Gao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you sign?" Meng Fu rested his chin in one hand while spinning the signature pen with the other.

"Please." Director Gao raised his hand.

The pen in Meng Fu's hand stopped, and then he signed two large characters freely.

Both parties held a contract each, and Director Gao withdrew the contract. He was surprised to see the two words written by Meng Fu.

Director Gao sent Meng Fu and the others out, and after Meng Fu and Su Cheng got into the car, Director Gao looked at Planning, pointed at the word, and said in surprise, "This Meng Fu, her handwriting is really good. , more like Yanli."

In the play, Yan Li's father is a teacher in the school. He has read the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child. He is full of knowledge and often writes couplets for others.

Yan Li has been fascinated by it since she was a child.

"For an artist nowadays, the handwriting can be ugly, but the signature must be good-looking." The planner glanced at it and laughed. "Most artists' names are specially designed by someone else."

This is true, Director Gao also agrees, he really hasn't seen many artists who have practiced calligraphy.

"After all, she is an artist, not a calligrapher, so she can just find someone to do it for her. But she must have worked hard to write the name so beautifully." Director Gao clicked his tongue and said.

It sounds a little bit, the planner glanced at Gao Dao, but he didn't expose Gao Dao, that's not what he said before this morning.

**

At seven o'clock in the evening, in T city, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan arrived at the airport, and Su Di was waiting for them at the airport.

"I'll go back to Jiang's house first." Meng Fu took the windbreaker from Zhao Fan's hand.

Knowing that Meng Fu must have gone home to see Grandpa Jiang, Zhao Fan smiled and nodded.

Su Cheng put his hands in his pockets, glanced at her, paused, and said warmly: "Don't drink."

Meng Fu hooked up his windbreaker and walked outside without looking back, just waved his hand casually to the back, "Yes, my lord."

Presumably because he found out about drinking for Meng Fu at noon, Zhao Fan also changed the subject in embarrassment, "Brother Cheng, I am going to find two teachers for her, one acting teacher and one martial arts teacher. , still so challenging..."

"Ask her." Su Cheng rolled up his clothes, his brows and eyes were completely black.

Zhao Fan took the phone back and followed Su Cheng to the studio, "That's fine."

Jiang family.

Yu Yong is here today.

Jiang Quan, Mr. Jiang, Yu Zhenling, and several directors of the Jiang family were all sitting in the hall. The atmosphere was very serious. They should be discussing some key issues.

Yu Yong frowned, "I have never heard of these channels. Xinran is not an account of Youdiwang. Let her check it..."

Jiang Yu stood behind Jiang Quan and recorded carefully.

Outside, the housekeeper's voice suddenly sounded in surprise: "Miss Meng?"

This is Meng Fu coming back.

Yu Yong, who wanted to say something, immediately stopped and didn't continue talking.

Meng Fu came in and was extremely surprised to see so many people from the Jiang family. She raised her head and stopped in her footsteps.

"Fu'er, come quickly," the old man waved to her, smiled gently, and introduced to several directors: "This is my granddaughter, Meng Fu."

The affairs of the Jiang family were kept a secret, and only a few people in the circle knew about it. The chairman of the board looked at each other in blank dismay. They only knew about Jiang Xinran, the young lady of the Jiang family. Talking, several chairman stopped, and did not continue.

Meng Fu originally planned to leave, but when he saw the old man standing up, he stretched out his hand to help him go upstairs, and pressed his fingers on his pulse calmly.

The brow furrowed slightly.

"I heard from your assistant that you went to an audition today, how was it?" Mr. Jiang said with a smile as he went upstairs with her.

In front of Meng Fu, he was always smiling and in good spirits.

"Successful, I will join the team next week." Meng Fu supported old man Jiang, and slowly returned, "Republic of China war movie, I will play a spy, and it will probably be finished in a month or two."

"That's it..." Hearing this sentence, the old man didn't know what expression to use, he smiled softly, "Well, your acting must be good, I don't know if I can see it."

Meng Fu glanced at him, helped him to the chair in the study, and said in a dignified tone, "Of course you can see it."

The old man just smiled and said nothing.

Meng Fu didn't speak anymore, he just went to the corner and lighted the old man with the sandalwood he took out of his pocket.

She didn't know where to get the lighter in her pocket, black gold, very cold tone, she used it very smoothly, the blue flame engulfed the sandalwood.

Thin smoke rose from the corner, and the old man seemed to be shaken.

"Grandpa, has something happened at home recently?" Meng Fu lit the sandalwood, put away the lighter, and asked casually.

The old man shook his head and laughed, "What's the matter? Are you doing well outside? Did anyone from the crew bully you?"

"No." Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, "Teacher Li and the others are very good."

Li Qingning's old father's performance in the live broadcast was not fake, and the old man was relieved, "Oh, your manager is very hot, but the assistant is sensible and handles things very well. I added WeChat to him. If he takes care of you, I will take care of you." I'm very relieved."

Meng Fu turned around and raised his eyebrows: "You added him?"

"Didn't you recommend my business card to him?" The old man also asked in surprise.

Meng Fu: "...That's right, it's me."

She never expected that she, Meng Fu, would also have the day to take the blame.

"Master, it's time to take a break and take some medicine." Outside, the butler knocked on the door. This Chinese medicine was prescribed by Old Doctor Luo last time.

The old man also pressed his temples, and suddenly felt sleepy, "I want to sleep."

Hearing what the old man said, the housekeeper glanced at Meng Fu indifferently, and frowned slightly.

"Grandpa, rest." Meng Fu put down a roll of sandalwood, she came today mainly to give these, "You have to light these spices every day."

The old man forced his eyes to close, grabbed the corner of Meng Fu's clothes, and was so drowsy that his voice was not very obvious: "Fu'er, you stay for dinner."

Meng Fu lowered her head and looked at her phone. Teacher Zhou had already sent out a bunch of homework for today. After thinking about it, she couldn't bear to refuse the old man, "Okay, Grandpa, you rest first."

She helped old man Jiang to bed to rest, and the old man fell asleep in a few minutes.

**

Teacher Zhou also had to do the questions, and Meng Fu went downstairs to borrow the study from Jiang Quan.

It was almost eight o'clock, and Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen, who were studying in No. 1 Middle School, also rushed back.

These two people usually live in the villa when they go to school and rarely come back. They came back today because of the Jiang family's affairs.

When Meng Fu went upstairs, Jiang Quan had already explained Meng Fu's existence to several directors.

Several members of the board of directors were puzzled, no wonder they had never heard of Meng Fu's name, so that was the case.

Seeing Meng Fu come down again, several directors only boasted perfunctorily, Mr. Jiang's daughter is really good-looking, and everything else is gone. In the eyes of these people, the Jiang family has nothing to do with Meng Fu. She's not much use either.

Then he continued to discuss some issues with Jiang Xinran.

The directors of Jiang's family were not enthusiastic about Meng Fu, and even more indifferent.

Jiang Xinran slowly put down her schoolbag, took a sip from her teacup, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her lowered eyes.

It is true that the directors of the Jiang family have always put their interests first, and it is too wasteful for them to pay attention to Meng Fu, and it is really unnecessary.

Meng Fu was also quite indifferent to these directors, and only nodded slightly.

"There is a printer in the study, it's right next to your grandfather's study, you can use it as you like." Hearing what Meng Fu asked him, Jiang Quan loosened his frown slightly, and his tone softened a lot.

"Okay." Meng Fu nodded.

She went upstairs to Jiangquan's study room. There was a printer in Jiangquan's study room, and she turned to Mr. Zhou's dialogue box——

[Today's training exercises for the intensive class, the three top-secret questions, I asked the person who made the question at the University of Continental to come up with it, you finish it this week, and leave it to me next week (smile)]

[word.document]

Just three questions?

Meng Fu looked at the smile behind Teacher Zhou and made sure that Teacher Zhou didn't understand the meaning of the smile. Then he accepted the questions and printed out all the exercises that Teacher Zhou sent.

I found a pen in Jiangquan's study and worked on the questions seriously.

These three questions are indeed the ones Mr. Zhou asked the questioners from Zhou University to ask, and the standard is more than a step higher than last time.

Meng Fu was also rarely interested. After studying for a long time, he even sent a screenshot of one of the questions to Meng Xun——

[Try this question. 】

**

nine o'clock.

A group of directors left, but the housekeeper knocked on the door and asked Meng Fu to come down for dinner.

Meng Fu didn't finish the assignment, so he took advantage of the opportunity to put the paper here, and went downstairs with the housekeeper.

The butler glanced at the paper on the table, but he was not interested, and closed the door of the study.

Downstairs, Yu Yong was also there today, and Jiang Xinran and the others were already sitting at the dinner table.

Jiang Quan was talking to Yu Yong.

"Fu'er, have you been busy with work recently?" Seeing Meng Fu coming down, Jiang Quan could not help but frowned and asked, seeing the dark blue under her eyes.

"There's a show." Meng Fu nodded and explained.

Jiang Quan nodded, "Don't be too tired."

Beside him, Yu Yong looked up at Meng Fu, and when he heard Meng Fu say that he had gone to audition for a film, he didn't want to say anything more.

Not to mention Jiang Xinran, even Jiang Xinchen, who has always been out of tune, has been busy with the Jiang family's affairs recently. This Meng Fu...

Yu Yong looked back.

Jiang Yu put away the documents of today's secret meeting and was about to leave. Jiang Quan asked him to stay for dinner, but he did not agree.

"Where's grandpa?" Jiang Xinran didn't see the old man on the main seat, so she raised her head and asked the housekeeper.

The butler glanced at Meng Fu, "After seeing Miss Meng this afternoon, the old man felt a little uncomfortable and fell asleep."

"Ah?" Jiang Xinran was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa's health is better than the previous two days, and he seems to be much more energetic, how could...

She looked at Meng Fu.

"Snapped--"

Beside Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling put down the chopsticks in her hand, and stared at Meng Fu with very cold eyes, "The most important thing for a person is to set his own position. Your grandfather is not in good health, and he is even weaker recently. Work hard, it's best to get rid of your unrealistic thoughts, don't bother your grandpa."

Meng Fu looked up.

Knowing about Meng Fu, Yu Yong spoke at the right time, "No. 1 Middle School is different from other schools. Principal Gu is more rigid than Grandpa Xinran. He probably won't be able to convince him."

So... do they think that when they come back today, Mr. Jiang will send her to No. 1 Middle School? So the old man was so angry with himself that he became sick?

Meng Fu leaned against the back of the chair and smiled.

At the door, Jiang Yu, who was about to leave, stopped and raised his hand silently, "Well, Mr. Jiang, I have something to say."

**

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