Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Not allowed in?

Meng Fu was still thinking about Mr. Jiang's words, tapped his phone casually with his fingertips, and was not surprised by this WeChat——

【Leave it there, I'll come and get it later. 】

Grandpa, since you are fine, I will take Eryu away first. Mrs. Tong put away the handkerchief, and said goodbye to Mr. Jiang politely. At this point, she paused and turned to Tong Eryu, Eryu, you and Ms. Meng is also of the same age, young people have nothing to do and communicate more.

Tong Eryu looked at Meng Fu, who was wearing an off-white blouse, sitting sideways on the bench, her long legs bent a little bit aggrievedly, from this angle she could only see her thin chin, pursed lips, and loosely folded hands , looks glamorous and unapproachable.

Tong Eryu only met Meng Fu face-to-face twice, knowing that she was in the entertainment industry, and when he heard Madam Tong's words, he paused and nodded slightly: I know.

The whole group didn't say any more, and they all left Mr. Jiang's ward.

Recently, the Yu family and the Tong family have paid great attention to Jiang Xinran's side. After the door was closed, Mrs. Tong looked at Yu Yong, You think the president of the painting association is really back?

Mrs. Tong knew that the head of the painting association belonged to the Beijing General Association, so she almost never returned to T city if there was nothing to do.

No one knew the status of the Beijing Painting Association better than Mrs. Tong, so when Yu Yong and the others were going to the Painting Association, she didn't stay. Instead, she left with Jiang Xinran and the others.

It's strange to say, Yu Yong pressed the elevator, and explained: In the past few days, I will come back more frequently, and I am also very concerned about this youth competition.

Speaking of this, Yu Yong turned to Jiang Xinran, But according to internal rumors, you are in the top ten of the youth competition. This year, you are very likely to enter the capital general association of our sub-association, and the president is very likely to meet you.

Of Yu Yong's many apprentices, only Jiang Xinran made it into the top ten of the youth competition. Under such circumstances, if he can get guidance from the president, the semi-finals will not be too difficult. It is very likely that someone will be able to enter the Beijing Painting Association.

At the beginning, Yu Yong also joined the Beijing Art Association, and because he was in T city, he was finally assigned to the vice president of T city art association.

For so many years, he has used many methods to recruit talented apprentices, and he has not produced a single student from the Beijing Painting Association, so that the Yu family has been standing still, and no one can take his place in the Painting Association.

Now that the Yu family has finally produced someone who should enter the Beijing Painting Association, who can take over the Yu family's mantle, the Yu family's position in the painting world will definitely be established.

Thinking of this, Yu Yong's heart surged. He looked at Jiang Xinran, and his heart was filled with pride.

**

Only Meng Fu, Su Di, and Assistant Jiang were left in the ward.

Assistant Jiang, why are you here with my grandfather? Meng Fu looked at Jiang Yu after replying to the president's WeChat.

Sir and young master are not free, let me drop by to see how the old man is doing recently. Jiang Yu explained to Meng Fu.

This job used to be done by Jiang Steward, but recently, Mr. Jiang has not called Jiang Steward anymore, and Jiang Yu is in charge of general and small chores.

But Jiang Yu didn't report this kind of thing to Meng Fu.

After Meng Fu listened, he didn't ask any more questions.

As soon as he looked up, Mr. Jiang was still looking at her. He always spoke slowly, not full of breath, The matter of the banquet...

You can figure it out. Meng Fu thought for a while, but still did not refuse.

Hearing what Meng Fu said, Mr. Jiang's eyes lit up. He sat up and spoke with some confidence, Alright then, I will plan this matter with your father!

Meng Fu sat where he was, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: Oh.

How many people must be invited, and how many relatives are there on your adoptive mother's side? Mr. Jiang counted several families, and added Yang Hua and others, Your friends in the entertainment industry, Mr. Li , Che Shao, Chu Yue, these people must be invited.

Mr. Jiang was very excited, and he counted a lot of people.

He was still thinking about finding a few people to support Meng Fu.

After talking for three minutes, he calmed down and remembered something, Is there anything you can do with me today?

Meng Fu looked down at the phone, and when he heard that he had finally finished counting, he said, My monthly exam results are out.

Monthly exam results? Hearing this, Mr. Jiang was taken aback. He glanced at Meng Fu. Meng Fu's face was still cold, and he didn't seem to be happy. Mr. Jiang asked cautiously. :How many?

Speaking of this, Mr. Jiang opened his mouth again, and he opened his mouth to comfort him, It doesn't matter how much you take the test, the rocket class is not easy to pass, you can get angry...

Meng Fu pressed his temples. If she didn't say why she thought the old man talked too much, she would politely reply: 750.

Fire... Mr. Jiang kept turning the word fire in his mouth for a long time, and then recalled it, How much...how much?

Meng Fu looked at Mr. Jiang without a word.

Su Di, who was beside her, answered for Meng Fu: Miss Meng, 750, first, Teacher Zhou called me.

Mr. Jiang is also from T City, so he naturally knows what kind of existence there is in No. 1 Middle School, not to mention that Jiang Xinran is still a top student in No. 1 Middle School. Every month, Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen will report the results to Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang has a good memory, so he naturally remembered that Jiang Xinran's grades were around 600 every time, while Jiang Xinchen's was only 600.

No. 1 middle school papers have always been difficult, and more than 600 is already a very high score.

750...

Mr. Jiang lifted the quilt, walked around Meng Fu several times, and muttered, 750? Could it be that our Jiang family is going to produce a female champion...

When he said this, his whole body trembled.

Not to mention that the Jiang family is a family of merchants, even the Yu family, a scholarly family, has not produced a champion in so many years.

Stop... Mr. Jiang muttered, Meng Fu couldn't help but raised his hand, Grandpa, please rest well, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first.

Seeing that Mr. Jiang was fine and didn't vomit blood tonight, Meng Fu quickly stood up and left.

Too noisy.

She closed the door, and in the ward, Mr. Jiang was still standing there, looking at Jiang Yu excitedly, Did you hear, Fu'er 750, number one.

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Quan to tell him the good news.

**

Here, Meng Fu asked Su Di to drive the car to the Painting Association, and she went to fetch things from Chairman Yan.

It's not easy to park here, so Su Di sat in the car and waited for Meng Fu to come out.

Chairman Yan's office on the ninth floor.

When they arrived at Chairman Yan's office, the other party was standing in front of a picture.

Here? Seeing Meng Fu, Chairman Yan turned around and looked at her with a smile, Look at this painting, is it a fake or an authentic one?

Meng Fu raised his head and looked at the painting. It was a fine brushwork painting of a pine and crane. The style of the painting was awe-inspiring, majestic and strong, and the paper was yellowed. It looked old. After a second glance, Meng Fu concluded: Imitation.

President Yan paused, and he raised his head in surprise, Are you so sure?

En. Meng Fu nodded.

Seeing that Meng Fu was so sure, President Yan was surprised. He asked Meng Fu to sit first, This painting is indeed fake, but the imitation is very realistic. Someone sent it to the General Association for appraisal for a month before it was appraised. This painting The quality is not genuine, how do you know?

Because she has seen the real thing.

Meng Fu thought to himself without blinking, If it's true, you wouldn't just hang in the study like this.

There is some truth to the explanation. If this painting is real, it must be priceless. It should be included in the museum right now, and it really shouldn't appear here.

But President Yan still felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't guess what it was.

I had no choice but to get down to business, This is what your senior brother sent you.

Chairman Yan handed Meng Fu two brocade boxes, both of which were the size of palms.

Meng Fu took it, but didn't open it to read.

The preliminary round list is out, you are second, President Yan knew the inside information earlier than others, I have also submitted your information, and you will submit your work for the semi-final within a month.

Meng Fu nodded, Okay.

Outside, President Yan's assistant knocked on the door with a low voice, President, Vice President Yu wants to see you.

Yu Yong is the only vice president in the painting association.

Chairman Yan still knew about Meng Fu from Yu Yong, and upon hearing this, he said directly, Let him come up.

After finishing speaking, Chairman Yan turned to Meng Fu, remembering this, Is Yu Yong your uncle?

When Yu Yong sent the painting, it seemed that Meng Fu was his niece.

Meng Fu was very direct, and his voice was unprecedentedly soft: No.

no?

President Yan was surprised, he still remembered Yu Yong's words, but Meng Fu said so, so he didn't ask much.

Teacher, you still have to see guests, so I'm leaving first. Meng Fu stood up and bid farewell to Chairman Yan.

Chairman Yan has known Meng Fu for a while, and he has never seen Meng Fu being so indifferent to anyone. Everyone has some secrets. Hearing what Meng Fu said, he pushed the boat along the way, Go back, the daily copying cannot be left behind.

I see. Meng Fu went out with two brocade boxes.

She put on both the mask and hat, stood by the elevator, and when the elevator came up, she went straight in.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

At the same time, the elevator opposite also made a ding sound, and the elevator door slowly opened. Standing in the elevator were Yu Yong and Jiang Xinran.

President Yan's secretary took the two of them into President Yan's office.

Downstairs, Madam Tong and her party were waiting for Jiang Xinran, Yu Yong and the others in the lounge.

Chairman Yan is naturally not someone they want to see.

Mrs. Tong was talking to Yu Zhenling, and she noticed that Tong Eryu had been looking out the door, so Mrs. Tong couldn't help laughing: Er Yu, what are you looking at?

Tong Eryu watched the young man walk out of the door, and said hesitantly, I think... I saw Miss Meng.

This Miss Meng is naturally Meng Fu.

Madam Tong was surprised, and also looked in that direction, Why is she in the Painting Association?

It must be a mistake. Yu Zhenling walked over, looked out the window, but saw no one, she picked up the teacup in the lounge, and smiled, How could she be here?

In this way, Mrs. Tong felt that it made sense, so she looked away and didn't continue to look.

The phone in the bag rang, Madam Tong picked it up and saw that it was Meng Fu's WeChat business card she had asked for.

Mrs. Tong thought for a while, and without disturbing Yu Zhenling, she forwarded the WeChat message to Tong Eryu——

[This is Meng Fu's WeChat. 】

After receiving Meng Fu's business card forwarded by Mrs. Tong, Tong Eryu pursed her lower lip, opened the postcard and looked at it for a while, thinking about Jiang Xinran, he finally acted as if he hadn't seen it, and deleted the WeChat message that Mrs. Tong sent him. No, there is no Jia Mengfu.

**

Meng Fu went downstairs, and Su Di's car was waiting for her outside.

Sister Fan has already gone back. Seeing Meng Fu getting into the car, Su Di started the car. He looked in the rearview mirror, Shall we go back directly?

Well, let's go back. Meng Fu put the two gift boxes aside, and didn't open them immediately.

Not long after, the car drove back to Meng Fu's place.

When Meng Fu returned, Zhao Fan was already sitting on the sofa, holding a stack of unpacked kraft paper in her hand.

It should be on the phone with Su Cheng, It's the lipstick of R's family. This is the endorsement that Manager Sheng found. I think it's good. Brother Cheng, do you think you can accept it?

Meng Fu is now popular, he can be regarded as a new generation of traffic, and the resources he can get in touch with are also very good.

Apart from The Spy and A Day of the Star, she didn't have any other announcements. Zhao Fan wanted to take advantage of her high popularity to get her an endorsement.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Meng Fu and Su Di coming in, and Zhao Fan talked to Su Cheng, She's back, Brother Cheng, do you want to say something?

After saying something over there, Zhao Fan handed the phone to Meng Fu.

I sorted out the documents in the kraft paper bag by myself.

Meng Fu rubbed his nose and took the phone, Brother Cheng, are you here?

Just arrived, Su Cheng asked Wei Jingke to go out first, he stood by the French window, looking at the busy city downstairs, I'm not here, don't cause trouble for Zhao Fan.

Both Zhao Fan and Su Di couldn't control her.

How is it possible? Meng Fu sat on the sofa.

Well, Su Cheng turned around and walked towards the computer, The endorsement that Zhao Fan said is okay, two years of endorsement, the endorsement fee is 10 million, 1+1+1 format, if you want to sign, you can let Zhao Fan will tell you the specific situation.

Ten million? Meng Fu was a little moved, she sat up straight, Okay, I'll discuss it with Sister Fan first.

She hung up the phone with Su Cheng, and immediately regained her spirits, Sister Fan, what endorsement?

Just as Zhao Fan had sorted out the endorsements, she took out the product introduction and handed it to Meng Fu, The lipstick of the R family wants to open up the domestic market, and is planning to find a domestic celebrity endorsement. I am going to fight for you, but it may not be successful. There are many people fighting for this endorsement, when I contacted in the afternoon, an insider told me that Ye Shuning is also fighting for this resource.”

R's lipstick is an international brand. Their family mainly deals in women's makeup, and also sells some luxury goods.

This year, they have just joined the domestic market, and there are too many artists who want to be the spokesperson of the R brand.

Winning this brand is not only a recognition of Meng Fu, but also has a great impact on her development of overseas markets.

However, among the domestic emerging artists, your traffic is the highest, Zhao Fan is also very sure of this point, Your influence on the Internet, Ye Shuning is not as good as you now, she just has a better reputation than you, I think if the R family really wants to open up the market, they should choose you.

Zhao Fan is also extremely confident about his own artists.

Meng Fu became popular because of A Day of the Star, and also revived the previously cold Best Idol.

So much so that the resources of Ye Shuning and Chu Yue are still good, especially Ye Shuning. What a scandal, she couldn't beat Ye Shuning in this regard.

Leaving this point aside, Meng Fu's popularity, topicality, and fan cohesion all completely surpassed Ye Shuning's.

As long as the R family is not stupid, they all know who is the most suitable spokesperson for the R brand lipstick.

Two years, ten million.

good.

Meng Fu nodded, Okay, you go talk.

Su Di went to the kitchen, and after the two had finished talking about the endorsement, Zhao Fan saw the two brocade boxes that Meng Fu had brought back.

A gift from my senior brother. Meng Fu opened two brocade boxes while talking.

Inside the first brocade box is a pink emerald cup.

From the color to the texture, it can be seen that it is not an ordinary thing.

Meng Fu took a look, put it on the table, and opened another box. Inside this box was a golden bowl carved with dragon patterns.

Zhao Fan looked at these two things, and she didn't see that they were antiques with her eyes. She was only surprised by the carving of the golden bowl, Is this golden bowl real?

Meng Fu weighed his hands, then took two photos with his mobile phone and sent them to He Xiyuan——

[(picture)(picture), brother, I received it. 】

It should be. Meng Fu went back to Zhao Fan, thinking that her senior brother was quite rich, so he probably wouldn't fool her with fake ones.

Oh, Zhao Fan nodded, then remembered something, What kind of senior brother are you?

Meng Fu: ...

How can I tactfully tell Zhao Fan that she sold herself for 400,000 yuan?

On the other end of the phone, He Xiyuan couldn't help but frown when he saw the message sent by the junior sister. The junior sister didn't seem to like the gift very much.

He couldn't help thinking about it.

He didn't dare to ask Meng Fu whether he liked it or not, but sent a message to President Yan——

【Teacher, is there anything my junior sister likes? 】

**

at the same time.

Our Youth crew.

Ye Shuning is putting on makeup. She is not doing very well in the crew. Although the heroine of Our Youth is very suitable for her, she still lacks acting skills.

Brokers drive us in from the outside.

Seeing him in the mirror, Ye Shuning got up quickly, Brother Qian.

If Zhao Fan was here, he would definitely recognize that Ye Shuning's manager is Tianle Media's gold medal manager, Brother Qian.

Ever since Tianle Media pushed Meng Fu to other companies, Brother Qian scolded Manager An. If you miss Meng Fu, you can't miss Ye Shuning again. Signed under his name.

The R family's lipstick endorsement, you are a bit dangerous this time. Brother Qian sat down, he is optimistic about Ye Shuning now, Ye Shuning's resources are all taken by him.

Hearing what Brother Qian said, Ye Shuning's assistant was very surprised, Brother Qian, you can't even take it down?

Brother Qian is also a caller in the entertainment industry, and he has two frontlines in his hands.

I heard from insiders that Meng Fu also wants this endorsement. Brother Qian tapped his hand on the table and narrowed his eyes slightly, If she really competes with you, you can't compete with her for this resource, and I will give it to you. Find another resource.

Hearing Brother Qian's words, Ye Shuning paused for a moment, she looked away again, her hands hanging on both sides tensed slightly, and she didn't speak.

Ye Shuning's assistant was also stunned for a moment, and then frowned: Meng Fu did it on purpose, because the crew of Our Youth didn't want her, so she deliberately robbed her sister for resources this time!

About Meng Fulai's Our Youth crew audition, someone from the crew leaked it to Ye Shuning, and it was also spread on the Internet. Both Ye Shuning's fans and Meng Fu's fans knew that Meng Fu and Ye Shuning were two people. Competing for the resources of Our Youth, they failed to win over Ye Shuning.

The fans of the two families already had enmity, because Our Youth has been completely torn up.

Each according to their ability. Ye Shuning withdrew his gaze, still indifferent.

Everyone depends on their ability, it's not that she has a financial backer! Ye Shuning's assistant said sarcastically.

When filming Best Idol, everyone knew that Meng Fu had a backstage, but no one knew who Meng Fu's backstage was.

She didn't speak anymore, picked up her mobile phone and forwarded her partner's advertisement.

Ye Shuning had already closed private messages and @reminders, opened Weibo, and forwarded the official news of Our Youth. Just as she was about to quit Weibo, a message popped up on WeChat.

Ye Shuning casually clicked in and took a look. It was a person she added before, and this person was also in the circle. The other person sent a photo——

【(picture)】

[I still have several photos of the patron behind Meng Fu, are you interested? 】

Ye Shuning paused, she sat up straight, and clicked into the photo——

Inside is a candid photo, because it was at night, it is not very clear, it is a profile, but it can be seen that the photo is an old man who can be Meng Fu's grandfather.

**

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