Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

There are many people at the main entrance of the General Painting Association. When she contacted Yan Langfeng, the other party had already told her about this.

Gave her the address of a back door.

Compared with the main entrance, there are almost no people in the back door, and there are no guards. You can only enter by swiping the access control card.

Meng Fu opened the car door and asked Old Man Jiang to get out of the car. Hearing what Old Man Jiang said, she was silent for a while: "...Maybe."

Mr. Jiang got out of the car on crutches. Hearing this, he only glanced at Meng Fu suspiciously. He didn't quite understand what Meng Fu meant by "maybe".

The driver also quickly got out of the driver's seat and followed the two of them.

The back door of the Painting Association is a fence-like iron gate, and it is usually the place for logistics personnel to pass through. Too many people gather at the main entrance inside, and occasionally only a car passes by the back door.

There is a concrete road inside, and no one is seen on the road.

Mr. Jiang looked up and saw no one appeared at the end of the road, so he turned his gaze to Meng Fu, hesitantly: "Your master belongs to the painting association? Isn't he in your village?"

He watched Meng Fu's variety show from beginning to end, so he naturally knew that Meng Fu mentioned her master in one episode of Best Idol.

At that time, Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu had a master in Wanmin Village.

"That's not it, I found another master." Meng Fu's eyes were good, and she had already seen someone coming at the end of the road, so she stood up straight.

"Has he not come out yet?" Mr. Jiang continued to look into the back door.

At this time, both he and the driver could see someone approaching at the end of the road.

Old Man Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu if that was her teacher, but when he saw that the leader was wearing a long gown, not angry but arrogant, and there were several respectful subordinates behind him, Old Man Jiang stopped asking.

Mr. Jiang is a businessman. Although he is related to the Yu family, he doesn't know anyone in the painting association, and he has never joined the painting association.

However, this did not prevent old man Jiang from looking at people. The leader seemed to be not comparable to Yu Yong in terms of momentum or other aspects, at least at the same level as Yu Yong.

"Pull the car aside," Mr. Jiang said to the driver, "Don't block the way of others."

There was no one at the intersection just now, so the driver parked the car by the door. Now that someone comes out, it is not appropriate for the car to park here.

The driver also knew, he nodded, took the car keys and turned back to move the car.

inside the door.

Yan Langfeng walked in front, followed by two people with notebooks, and behind him were three people from the General Association of T City.

He is telling the two people around him, these two are his assistants, at this moment he is mainly talking about the speech that will be held later, "As far as the outline I made, I also teach you on weekdays, the videos and speech manuscripts are all In that USB flash drive, if there is an emergency, just connect with me."

Although these two assistants were not Yan Langfeng's apprentices, they also learned a lot from Yan Langfeng.

The status in Beijing Association is higher than other teachers.

In the past few years, when Yan Langfeng didn't come to T City, his assistants held meetings for him. Their status in T City Art Association was comparable to that of the vice president.

Now that Yan Langfeng is leaving, these two assistants will naturally step up.

A group of people walked with the wind, their aura was very strong, and the corners of Yan Langfeng's robes were all lifted.

When he was about to reach the door, the people behind him trotted quickly, took out the access control card and opened the door.

"That's about it. When the time comes, the order on the scene will be maintained. Ask the city lord to find a team to maintain order." Yan Langfeng told the people around him while he forgot to leave the door.

As for Mr. Jiang, with his eyesight, he could naturally tell that the pedestrians were all extraordinary. Seeing Meng Fu standing still, he took his cane in one hand and Meng Fu's arm in the other, and dragged her aside. Correcting his expression, he lowered his voice, "Fu'er, these people should be high-level members of the Painting Association, don't block the road."

The two were standing in the middle of the door, but they were pulled and pulled by Mr. Jiang, and they walked to the edge of the road.

People were outside, and Meng Fu was wearing a hat. She didn't say a word when she heard Mr. Jiang's words.

The driver parked the car at the intersection and trotted over.

After seeing Yan Langfeng's pedestrians go out, he didn't continue to walk forward, but stopped at the door to talk.

"Master, that's the director of the Cultural Bureau..." The driver saw the face of the man holding the access control card behind Yan Langfeng, he couldn't help but paused, and whispered something in Old Man Jiang's ear.

Jiang's driver came to the painting association more than once to pick up people.

The more times I come here, the more I know the vice presidents of the Association, one of whom is the director of the Cultural Bureau.

Based on the principle of respecting strangers, Mr. Jiang didn't look carefully at him. When he heard what the driver said, he glanced casually.

The director of the Cultural Bureau of T City often appears in the local news and newspapers of T City. Although Mr. Jiang has no contact with the Cultural Bureau, he reads the news and newspapers every day.

He squinted his eyes, this person appeared in the Painting Association, with such an aura, the driver said he was the director of the Cultural Bureau, and Mr. Jiang didn't doubt it at all.

Thinking about the director of the Cultural Bureau jogging to open the door for the one at the front just now, Mr. Jiang gave the driver a look, and then took Meng Fu to take a step back.

Let the people from the Cultural Bureau open the door for him.

Mr. Jiang is full of plans, except for the city lord of T city and the president of the painting association from the capital, there is no third one in the whole city of T.

Mr. Jiang looked awe-inspiring.

Although the Jiang family is now one of the most wealthy families in T City, they are just "rich families", unlike these "rich and powerful". Once these people open their mouths, they may determine the life and death of a rich family.

"Let's talk about it after they leave." Mr. Jiang tilted his head and whispered in Meng Fu's ear.

**

"That's it, you go back." Yan Langfeng said to the people around him, and waved them to go back.

He looked up and looked around, and saw three people huddled in the corner by the door. Although Meng Fu was wearing a peaked cap, Yan Langfeng could recognize her at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows, waved his hands to the people around him, motioned them to leave, then raised his feet, and walked directly towards Meng Fu.

"Didn't you say you don't want to learn to draw?" Mr. Jiang still tilted his head and asked Meng Fu.

Beside him, the driver didn't know what he saw. For the first time, he boldly reached out and poked Mr. Jiang's arm: "Master...Master..."

"What?" Mr. Jiang tilted his head and followed the driver's gaze.

They saw the person who had just walked in front of the Cultural Bureau walking towards them. His face was slightly old, his eyes were cloudy but sharp, and his hands were behind his back, looking full of momentum.

The opponent's purpose is very clear, that is, they are coming towards them.

Mr. Jiang didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Fu.

this man won't...

Just as he was thinking, Meng Fu had already taken off his hat and stood up straight. She wasn't surprised at all, but just waved to Yan Langfeng in a normal way and said hello: "Teacher, are you done with your work here?"

"Well," Yan Langfeng smiled when he saw Meng Fu, and his eyes naturally turned to the old man beside Meng Fu, "This is..."

"This is my grandfather," Meng Fu pointed to Mr. Jiang and introduced, and then said to Mr. Jiang, "Grandpa, this is the master I worshiped some time ago. He taught me how to draw."

Yan Langfeng also guessed the identity of the old man in front of him, he was not surprised, but extended his hand kindly, "Master Jiang, hello, I am Meng Fu's master, Yan Langfeng."

Yan Langfeng.

The painting association and most people in T city have never heard of this name.

But most people have heard the words "President Yan".

At least Mr. Jiang heard Yu Yong mention "President Yan" more than once.

Before, Mr. Jiang had been guessing that there was no other person besides President Yan who could accompany the director of the Cultural Bureau in the door.

Mr. Jiang and the driver just stood beside them, listening to their conversation, his mind exploded in an instant.

Mr. Jiang has been in the mall for many years, and has experienced countless ups and downs. He was able to withstand Meng Fu's MS fragrance last time.

This is the first time, his whole body is like being hit by five thunders, his mind is numb, and he can't react for a while.

Because no matter how he thought, he would never think of Chairman Yan.

The Yu family has struggled for this for decades, and Yu Yongcai has reached the stage of the vice president of T city, but he is still far from the status of president Yan.

Although Mr. Jiang had thought of asking Meng Fu to worship Yu Yong as a teacher before, so that her art points would increase a lot.

But Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan both knew in their hearts that he saw that Meng Fu had been wearing a filter to let Yu Yong accept Meng Fu as his apprentice, and he hoped that Yu Yong would agree because Meng Fu was his daughter.

After all, Jiang Xinran has been painting since primary school, but Meng Fu has never learned it.

It was a little dangerous for Meng Fu to worship Yu Yong, but Mr. Jiang never dared to think that she had a teacher, and this teacher was Yan Langfeng.

Not to mention Mr. Jiang, even the driver beside him knew what this meant.

President Yan's apprentice, not to mention looking at T city, even in the capital city, people dare not underestimate him.

The three words "President Yan" are the best signs, not to mention the future, even now, the five words "President Yan's apprentice" are enough to firmly overwhelm Yongyi!

Mr. Jiang was a little dizzy, and when he looked at Yan Langfeng's outstretched hand, he felt a little unreal.

He also stretched out his hand tremblingly, his voice seemed to float: "Hello, I am Meng Fu's grandfather..."

**

Jiang family.

After Mr. Jiang left, Yu Zhenling came back. Seeing that Mr. Jiang was not at home, she entertained Yang Hua.

"These are all Xinran's things." Yu Zhenling took Yang Hua to visit Jiang Xinran's room, and then took her to Jiang Xinran's studio, "The paintings here are all Xinran's paintings."

Yu Zhenling pointed to the paintings hanging around her, and spoke lightly.

Yang Hua glanced at it.

She doesn't know how to paint, but she has seen many paintings, and this painting is not as good as Master Meng Fu's.

Yang Hua took a look, then turned her gaze away to look at the trophies and certificates around her.

Seeing Yang Hua like this, Yu Zhenling didn't explain to her that these paintings were all in the exhibition.

no need.

"This is one of her three good students since she was a child. These are all competition awards she won. Last time, she just got a provincial three in mathematics." Seeing Yang Hua looking at the wall of awards, Yu Zhenling continued to speak, her tone could not hide her pride, "Here are the first and second prizes she won for painting, and here is her fifth grade piano certificate..."

Yu Zhenling told Yang Hua all this because she wanted him to know how well she raised Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran was indeed well-bred by her and the Yu family.

After she finished speaking, she turned to Yang Hua, but Yang Hua just nodded, with no pride or excitement on her face, not even the slightest surprise.

What's the reaction?

Yu Zhenling didn't bother to say any more, when she heard the movement downstairs, she took Yang Hua downstairs, "Xinchen and Xinran are back."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Hua paused.

Downstairs, it was indeed Jiang Quan who brought Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen back.

"Aunt Yang." Jiang Xinchen glanced at Yang Hua, she was dressed differently than he had imagined, she didn't face the loess so much, and her clothes were clean and tidy.

Jiang Xinchen put down his book and greeted him politely.

Jiang Quan had met Yang Hua before, and greeted her before turning to Jiang Xinran at the end, "Xinran, call me."

Yang Hua looked up at Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran didn't wear a school uniform today. She was wearing a plaid sweater and a custom-made overcoat. Her straight hair was draped behind her head, and she wore a crystal hairpin on each side.

From the strands of hair to the soles of the feet, everything looks dignified.

Yang Hua standing in front of her is like a character from two worlds with her.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips, "Aunt Yang."

This is the first time the two have met, and they are also very distant.

Jiang Quan left space for them, "I'll go up to see Fu'er's cousin."

Yu Zhenling squeezed her palms involuntarily, she sat on the sofa, and talked to Yang Hua with a smile: "Last week, Xinran just received the notice for the rematch of the Youth Competition of the Painting Association."

Yang Hua has never studied painting, and Meng Fu didn't like it before, so she naturally didn't know, so she just asked subconsciously: "Painting Association, Qingsai?"

I don't even know about the Painting Association Youth Competition.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips even tighter, and said nothing.

It was Yu Zhenling, who picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, hid the ridicule in her eyes, smiled, and explained, "It's the painting association, the painting association, a competition for young people held across the country, who performed well in it, It can be favored by the teachers of the Beijing Association."

Yang Hua has been in Wanmin Village all along, and she has hardly come out, and she has never heard of the Youth Competition of the Painting Association.

But she could hear Yu Zhenling's tone, which made Yang Hua feel a little uncomfortable.

Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Xinran's expression, she didn't seem to like Yang Hua very much, her goal was achieved.

Yu Zhenling didn't say anything. She put down her teacup and looked at Jiang Xinchen: "Xinchen, I'll take your sister to attend a class at the Painting Association. The president of the Painting Association is here today. This class only happens once in a few years. I've already told you Your grandfather said, when your father comes down later, you tell me."

Jiang Xinchen didn't know what he was thinking, when he heard this, he only raised his head, "But Aunt Yang..."

"This is President Yan's class, and your uncle will remind you ten thousand times." Yu Zhenling took her bag and took Jiang Xinran away.

Jiang Xinran directly carried her schoolbag, she glanced at Jiang Xinchen, bit her lips, "Brother, I'll give you a lecture next time."

Before seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Xinran still had a little luck, seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Xinran was only filled with disgust and impatience.

As for the cousin upstairs that she had never met, Jiang Xinran didn't even want to take another look.

**

upstairs.

Meng Xun was doing the exercises Meng Fu gave her. When Jiang Quan came in, she got up and greeted him, neither humble nor overbearing, "Uncle Jiang."

These two people met two years ago. At that time, Yang Hua didn't want to see them because Meng Xun was busy.

A girl in the first year of high school, she does things in an orderly manner, and she is not afraid at all when she sees Jiang's family.

Jiang Quan admired her very much, and when he thought of Meng Fu, his voice became several times gentler, "You continue to do the questions, and I will ask the servant to call you down after dinner."

I saw Meng Xun, but I didn't see Yu Zhenling when I went downstairs.

Jiang Quan frowned.

Hearing Jiang Xinchen's explanation, Jiang Quan was unhappy from the bottom of his heart, but Yang Hua was there, so he didn't show it. He just took Yang Hua outside with Jiang Xinchen to stroll around Jiang's garden, and waited for Mr. Jiang to come back.

It was late now, and the garden lights were as bright as day because of the visitors.

The Jiang family garden is taken care of by gardeners, and there are many famous flowers in it.

Jiang Yuan was willing because he didn't want Yang Hua to be restrained, but he didn't expect that when Yang Hua started to be restrained, Jiang Quan lowered his attitude, and she chatted with him smoothly later, "This Chun Jianlan took good care of her."

The gardener was repairing the flower garden, and when he heard Yang Hua's words, he was surprised, and then pleasantly surprised, "Mrs. Yang, you also know this flower."

In the entire Jiang family, except for Mr. Jiang who loves orchids, no one knows that the orchid he took care of was bought by the old man for hundreds of thousands.

The gardener knew that he had met an expert, so he talked with Yang Hua about the precautions for raising spring gladiolus.

The two were chatting, Jiang Quan and Jiang Xinchen looked at each other, unable to speak.

Jiang Quan was also surprised, he knew the details of Yang Hua, how did she know Chun Jianlan?

Jiang Quan didn't think much about it. Outside, there was the sound of a car horn.

"Grandpa must be back." Jiang Xinchen finally pulled himself together, and walked towards the door while saying, "I'll go and open the door."