Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Having said that, President Yan looked at Meng Fu and fell silent again.

Most of the people in the painting association are noble, like the breeze and the moon, clean and untainted, they will not be contaminated with such mundane things as money, and almost no one pays attention to them.

In ancient times, there were people who did not bend their waists for five buckets of rice, and today's Painting Association is similar.

Chairman Yan never expected——

He was a virtuous corporal and talked to her personally, but she didn't agree. In the end, she agreed with only 400,000 yuan.

President Yan's heart is very complicated.

His face is not worth 400,000 yuan.

Holding his teacup, he was not in a hurry to go back, and introduced his situation to Meng Fu, "You only have one senior brother, and he is in the capital. He is currently the chief painter of the younger generation. I will push him to you later, what?" Then you go to the capital and meet him."

President Yan is strict in selecting apprentices. After so many years, he has only accepted one apprentice, and Meng Fu is the second.

The two apprentices are both dragons and phoenixes.

President Yan lowered his head and took another sip of tea: "As for my apprenticeship ceremony, what do you think, if you don't have any ideas, follow your senior brother's specifications."

Seeing that Chairman Yan did not intend to reject her, Meng Fu breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing what he said, he blinked his eyes and seemed a little embarrassed: "Master, I have some personal reasons, and it is not convenient for me to show my face at the moment. You Look, this ceremony..."

Chairman Yan: "...Aren't you a celebrity?"

No, you're not good at showing your face?

Meng Fu thumped President Yan's shoulders, "Master, for now, for now."

The strength of her shoulder-beating is just right. Chairman Yan has been bending over to paint all year round. He has some cervical spondylosis, and being pinched by her makes him feel much more comfortable.

Chairman Yan is very cold and stern, and he can't do it for the time being, and his voice is as solemn as ever: "Since it's not convenient for you to show your face, it's okay, we will make it up when it is convenient for you."

Meng Fu lowered his eyebrows, and his hands became lighter: "Thank you, Master."

"Also, you must have passed the preliminary competition," President Yan remembered one more thing, "The semi-finals will start soon, and the theme is the great country. You have to prepare your paintings. Your painting style has its own style, But the proficiency is not enough, starting today, you have to copy a painting every day, and I will send you the painting that your senior brother copied before."

Meng Fu nodded, it was the same as Teacher Zhou giving her exercises every week.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, remembering something, and slowed down the speed of pinching her shoulders: "Master, do you need to leave a name for the semi-final painting? You see, I will be a member of the Painting Association in the future. Do I have to come up with a famous stage name?"

Painting associations can have stage names, but most of them have more real names.

President Yan used his real name.

President Yan didn't quite agree with Meng Fu's request, but thinking about Meng Fu saying that it was inconvenient for her to show her face, he reluctantly agreed, "What famous stage name?"

Meng Fu smiled: "I want to make money every day."

Chairman Yan: "..."

Concise, purposeful, and crisp.

As expected of you, Meng Fu.

"Master, isn't this name nice?" Meng Fu smiled.

Chairman Yan: "... very individual."

He has always been more serious, and no one in the painting association dares to smile with him, and the only apprentice respects him very much.

This is the first time I met someone like Meng Fu, one mouthful of "Master" is very sweet, his face is full of obedience, he pinches his back and beats his shoulders, this is the first time President Yan, who has been rigorous for many years, meets such a person, this cold face is hard to hold back down.

All right, if you want to make money, make money.

He said "hmm", "I'll help you change this."

"Thank you, teacher." Meng Fu squeezed his shoulders more diligently, "I was scolded for this painting back then, I don't know what it is, but you have vision."

Four hundred thousand.

"I don't know what?" President Yan frowned. Although Meng Fu's painting has some obscure traces, these can be completely ignored, because this painting is full of charm, and bones are visible in the ink: "Your painting has muscles and bones. It's rare, how can you say that your paintings don't know the meaning? Don't listen to these words, you are very talented, and when your senior brother started to learn painting, his aura was not as good as yours."

Anyone who knows how to paint knows the aura of Meng Fu's painting, even if she doesn't like it, how much vision does the other party have?

The president of the Beijing Painting Association didn't even dare to say this.

Most likely, he is a half-baked painter who is blind and doesn't know how to draw, so he has delayed Meng Fu for so many years in vain.

Hearing Chairman Yan's words, Meng Fu couldn't help touching his nose, and didn't dare to say anything more.

After the two discussed it, Meng Fu personally sent the teacher down.

"Your security guard didn't let me drive in just now." President Yan's car was not downstairs, and he explained to Meng Fu, "I was in a hurry, so I asked someone to park the car outside the gate. You are alone, so don't send me off." I'm done, I'm going out by myself."

This neighborhood is a bit dark, there are few people, the lights seem to have not been changed for a long time, it is too dark, President Yan insisted not to let Meng Fu send him out.

He refused when Meng Fu sent him down just now.

Meng Fu didn't say anything this time, he just stood there and watched Chairman Yan leave.

When President Yan was no longer in sight, Meng Fu dragged his slippers and walked to the security guard at the door. The window was half open, so Meng Fu reached out and knocked on the window.

The security guard was drowsy, but when he heard the sound, he woke up suddenly.

Seeing the person standing outside the window clearly, he stood up with a "thump": "Meng Mengmeng...Miss Meng."

"Don't panic," Meng Fu raised his hand, pointed to the direction where President Yan left just now, and said unhurriedly: "The person who just left is my respected master, you should respect him more in the future."

"Your master?" The security guard stared, his face changed, and he stuttered as he seemed about to cry: "Right, right..."

"Okay," Meng Fu plucked out his ear, "You just need to remember it in the future."

The security guard bowed to her, "Don't worry. I will definitely remember!"

Meng Fu turned around, walked back, and waved at him casually, expressing his understanding.

After Meng Fu left, the security guards quickly adjusted the surveillance, and took a screenshot of President Yan's face, respectfully, and saved it.

**

Here, Chairman Yan returned to the car.

His expression was the same as before, but the driver could see that he was much happier than before.

The driver was a little surprised.

Chairman Yan sat in the car, took out his mobile phone, clicked on contacts, dialed a number, and the phone rang and was picked up.

There was a very gentle voice on the other end of the phone, "Teacher."

"Well," President Yan hummed, his tone very flat, "Xi Yuan, I just accepted a junior sister for you."

The person on the opposite side was supposed to be flipping through a book, but when he heard Chairman Yan's words, he paused for a moment, very surprised: "Junior Sister?"

"Well, very talented." Chairman Yan's tone eased a lot.

The teacher said that she is very talented. He Xiyuan knew that this little junior sister should be very good. He went through the recent talented young students in his mind, but he couldn't get the right number. Disciple ceremony."

Chairman Yan has not been prominent in these years, but he is almost one person in the painting association, and there are countless people who want to worship under his name. He Xiyuan was only accepted for so many years.

This time he took in an apprentice again, so He Xiyuan naturally wanted to help his teacher do this.

His little junior sister must be present, at least not to lose to the president's apprentice.

"That's not necessary, not for now." Chairman Yan shook his head.

He Xiyuan got up and walked out the door, "Why?"

"You little junior sister, you can't show your face in public. I signed her up for this youth competition, and she also used her stage name." President Yan turned his gaze to the car window, where the lights outside were bright and the traffic was busy.

Can't show your face?

Using a stage name?

Now almost no one in the painting association uses their stage names, they all use their real names, and unless they are too shabby-looking, they don't mind showing their names.

After all, this is also a world of faces.

This little junior sister didn't want to come forward, nor did she want to reveal her real name.

He Xiyuan is in full swing in the painting circle and has countless fans. Although he is a very talented person, part of the reason is that he is good-looking and is called "Mr. Xiyuan" in the circle.

He Xiyuan understood very well and didn't ask Chairman Yan why, "Then I'll wait for your notice."

"Well," President Yan nodded, he withdrew his gaze from the outside, and said again: "I will push your little junior sister to you, you get to know her for a while."

Originally, he was going to recommend He Xiyuan to Meng Fu, but now he has a little apprentice——

Where is there a brother waiting for a junior sister to join?

**

After returning home, Meng Fu took another bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and took the beer to the study to continue researching his new medicine.

As soon as she sat on the chair and pulled the tab, the phone turned on.

It's a WeChat message.

Meng Fu clicked on it and saw that it was a friend request——

[Hello, little junior sister, I am your senior brother He Xiyuan. 】

Meng Fu knew that this was her senior brother, so she clicked agree, and filled in the "system note name", and replied casually——

[Brother, hello, I am Meng Fu, the apprentice that Master just accepted. 】

Then keep researching.

There was a "ding" sound on WeChat.

Meng Fu casually turned his head to look, it was her senior brother's news.

[He Xiyuan transfers money to you 88888]

Feeling that the money was too vulgar, He Xiyuan added another sentence: [Little Junior Sister, the time is too rushed this time, I will give you other meeting gifts when you come to the capital in the future. 】

Meng Fu gave a pause to the hand holding the medicine powder.

She counted the numbers again, looked at the five eights, didn't count immediately, and replied——

[Brother, I also prepared a meeting gift for you, please give me the address, and I will send it to you. 】

He Xiyuan: [Little Junior Sister, you don't need to give me a greeting. 】

【Brother, you must accept it. 】

He Xiyuan had a headache. The junior sister Qian hadn't confiscated it yet. He Xiyuan couldn't help but took the mobile phone and turned upstairs. The corridor was decorated in European style. When he saw a housekeeper passing by Qianmian, he raised his hand directly, "Wait a minute."

"Master?" the butler stopped.

He Xiyuan asked, "Can I receive express delivery at home?"

He has never bought anything online, and all the expenses are arranged by the servants. On weekdays, the things that others send him are delivered to him in person, or through He's house. I don't know if the express delivery can be delivered to the place where he lives.

"There is a delivery point at the entrance of the park," the butler replied respectfully, "What do you need, I will bring it back for you?"

"No, my master accepted a little junior sister for me." He Xiyuan asked the location of the courier, and then returned to the little junior sister with his mobile phone. Hearing the housekeeper's question, he couldn't help laughing, "My little junior sister , send me a meeting gift."

"Mr. Yan has accepted an apprentice?" The housekeeper caught the point, and there was another movement in the painting association.

Old Yan's apprentice is also He Xiyuan's junior sister.

In the future, she must not walk sideways in the painting association?

He Xiyuan nodded, "However, the news is still blocked, and we will talk about it when my junior sister comes to the capital."

"Isn't she from the capital?" The butler got to the point, and when he heard this, he looked at He Xiyuan, seemed to pause, and then said in disapproval: "Master, you don't need anything, logically speaking, you should give it to me." Your junior sister is preparing for the meeting ceremony."

How can a junior sister give a meeting gift to a senior brother.

Especially when He Xiyuan still has everything.

He Xiyuan only shook his head when he heard the housekeeper's words, and laughed, without explaining: "Please pay attention to me recently, what do girls in seventeen and eighteen like, and prepare it for me."

When He Xiyuan said this, the butler was surprised. He asked himself to pay attention, so he was naturally not Fanpin, but after thinking about it, this is Lao Yan's only second apprentice, and he is also a female apprentice, so he is not surprised: "Okay, I will look for it. The latest news from the auction house."

Here, while Meng Fu continued, he saw his brother replying to the message.

Just clicked to confirm the payment.

Meng Fu watched the pocket money on WeChat change to 88888.

She read the news, then clicked on He Xiyuan's profile, and changed the system note from [He Xiyuan] to [Senior Brother He]——

【Thank you brother】

【Happy.jpg】

Senior Brother He: 【Junior sister doesn't need to send me anything, I don't need anything. 】

After Meng Fu finished distributing, he pulled out his chair and stood up, and walked to the box in the corner. On the box were the spices she had prepared for Director Xu. She bought enough medicinal materials this time, and there was a little left over for Director Xu.

Meng Fu stood by the box and looked at it.

He Xiyuan said that he didn't lack for anything, and Meng Fu knew that his family background should be unusual.

She rubbed her chin and looked at the spices. After thinking about it for about three minutes, she picked up a black box and packed them up, and sent them to He Xiyuan tomorrow.