Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Traditional Chinese painting pays attention to proficiency and artistic conception, and of course, the most important point is fame.

There are a few people in the General Painting Association of T City who are as powerful as Jiang Xinran, but because of the lack of Yu Yong's momentum, it almost created a scene where Jiang Xinran's family dominates.

When they saw a particularly outstanding painting, they couldn't think of anyone except Jiang Xinran.

Several people from the painting association moved very quickly and found Yu Yong's place very quickly.

Yu Yong was also shocked when he received the call.

"The president called me, and you still want to bring Xinran with you?" He had a good connection in the painting association, and he quickly asked the truth from other people.

After asking, he was pleasantly surprised and also surprised.

The president is from the Beijing General Association, and several members of the General Association have already surpassed Yu Yong himself in painting. Although the painting that Jiang Xinran sent to the competition was good, Yu Yong also had some self-knowledge. It's even more powerful than those monsters in the Beijing General Association.

So he was surprised why the president was so eager to see him.

**

at the same time.

Zhao Fan drove Meng Fu to the hotel.

"I'm going to talk to you about "A Day of the Star". After you finish eating, call Brother Cheng, and he will pick you up." Before Meng Fu got out of the car, Zhao Fan told her.

Meng Fu put on his sunglasses, nodded vaguely to show that he knew.

Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu was never late, so he arrived early when he invited Meng Fu to dinner this time.

Jiang Quan was also specially asked to come.

Sitting beside him was Jiang Xinchen.

Jiang Xinchen was a little restless, he was forced to come here by Mr. Jiang, knowing that he hadn't apologized to Meng Fu, Mr. Jiang bluntly told him to apologize to Meng Fu in person.

Before Meng Fu arrived, while Mr. Jiang was waiting, he remembered what Jiang Quan had said earlier that Meng Fu had asked him to do a DNA test, and his heart skipped a beat.

But before he could ask, Meng Fu pushed open the door of the box and came in.

"Fu'er." Seeing Meng Fu coming in, Mr. Jiang immediately stood up.

Jiang Quan didn't speak, just pulled the chair beside him and let her sit down.

Jiang Xinchen didn't dare to look up at Meng Fu.

The menu here was prepared by the old man a long time ago, basically according to Meng Fu's taste, when he saw Meng Fu, he still pushed the menu over for Meng Fu to see.

Meng Fu took it, glanced at the dishes they had ordered, and the whole process took less than a second: "No need to add, these are enough."

Seeing her reaction, Mr. Jiang froze, feeling that Meng Fu was still angry.

He turned to Jiang Quan: "Why hasn't Zhenling come yet?"

Originally, Mr. Jiang didn't intend to let Yu Zhenling come today. When Yu Zhenling heard that they had dinner, she offered to make a good apology to Meng Fu.

No matter what Yu Zhenling said, she was also Meng Fu's mother. Mr. Jiang hoped that there would be no quarrel between the two, so he agreed without much thought.

This point has already been agreed upon by them.

Still no figure of Yu Zhenling was seen.

Old Man Jiang looked at Jiang Xinchen and asked him to call Yu Zhenling.

Jiang Xinchen has been fidgeting all the time, now that the old man asked him to call, he finally had something to do, so he took out his mobile phone and called Yu Zhenling.

Yu Zhenling answered very slowly, when the phone was about to hang up, she finally answered the phone.

"Mom," Jiang Xinchen lowered his voice, "Why haven't you come yet?"

On Yu Zhenling's side, she was already on her way to the painting association, and she was talking to Jiang Xinran about her painting. Both of them knew that the president was looking for her. Hearing Jiang Xinchen's words, she was quite perfunctory, looking at the background that was speeding past the window , only hurriedly said: "The president of the painting association is looking for Xinran. I will accompany Xinran to the painting association now. I don't have time to eat. I will tell you about your grandfather."

She has always been very polite. After hanging up the phone, she called the old man specially.

After the old man answered the phone, his brows and eyes were covered with frost.

Jiang Quan was sitting next to the old man, and the old man couldn't avoid it, so he naturally heard what Yu Zhenling said.

"Let's serve dinner." Mr. Jiang's condensed face turned to Meng Fu, and then changed instantly, "Fu'er, please give me some autographed photos first, the company manager's daughter is your fan..."

Jiang Quan listened to the two talking, and was also a little surprised. Is the manager's daughter a fan of Meng Fu?

Meng Fu took out two signed photos and gave them to Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Quan glanced casually.

I was just looking at it casually, but I saw the words on the signature photo at a glance, not the popular artistic words nowadays, but the cursive characters signed with a black pen, the muscles and bones, and the grandeur.

"You wrote this?" Jiang Quan was stunned.

"Yeah." Meng Fu glanced at the table where there was no wine, only tea and milk, and she leaned back on the chair.

Not on the road.

Jiang Quan always knew that Meng Fu's early education hadn't kept up. When she first entered the entertainment industry, he had heard of her because of her English problem.

But I didn't expect that she could write like crazy.

**

After hanging up the phone.

Inside the car, Jiang Xinran leaned against the car door, suppressing her excitement, and turned her eyes to Yu Zhenling, "Mom, if you don't go..."

"Your business is more important." Yu Zhenling patted Jiang Xinran's hand, signaling her to feel relieved.

The status of the Painting Association in T City is irreplaceable. Yu Yong, the vice president, is enough to be as famous as the Jiang family in some respects, but he still has not the slightest bit of information about the president.

Insiders all know that the members of the T City Painting Association's Beijing General Association are vaguely standing shoulder to shoulder with the T city lord.

The city lord of T city is the real overlord.

When this kind of person suddenly saw Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling couldn't care less about Meng Fu's affairs.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and smiled, and said nothing more, she was no less excited than Yu Zhenling.

The car galloped all the way, and soon arrived at the T City Painting Association.

The gate of the General Association is magnificently built, and the two stone lions at the gate have a sense of age.

The security guard at the gate knew Jiang Xinran's car, and when he saw her car, he let it go.

Yu Yong waited for Jiang Xinran downstairs in the office building. When he arrived, he didn't bother, and led Jiang Xinran to the middle of the building while giving Jiang Xinran the information about the president of science.

"I've only met him twice," Yu Yong lowered his voice, "He has a very strong aura. If you can be seen by him and give you some pointers, it will be more useful than your A-level booth..."

Jiang Xinran nodded, she naturally knew this.

In the office.

The president stood by the window with his hands behind his back. When the staff brought Yu Yongjiang Xinran in, he turned to look at Jiang Xinran with dark eyes, "You are the one who draws pictures? Can you tell me about the artistic conception when you paint? "

Yu Yong didn't say anything, he just gestured to Jiang Xinran from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Xinran took a deep breath. These are common problems in painting. She already had a draft on the road, and she talked even more eloquently at this time: "When I drew this painting, I thought of a picture of a hundred flowers competing for beauty. ..."

When the president heard the second sentence, his expression became pale. Out of upbringing, he didn't interrupt Jiang Xinran's words, but only glanced at the people around him, who immediately went out, and then took another A picture comes in.

After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, he shook his head and unfolded the painting brought in by the person next to him: "You painted this picture of hundreds of flowers, right? The proficiency is enough, but the aura is missing."

He put the painting aside casually, and opened another box, "I'm talking about this picture of an old man with dead wood. Take a look, do you recognize him?"

Yu Yong looked at the box, stunned.

He recognized it, it was the box Jiang Quan gave him last time.

**

good morning everyone