Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

This short episode was set by the program group in order to improve the program's highlights.

There is such a place in the scenic spot, and the program team asked the guests to practice seven days in advance for this highlight.

Xi Nancheng, Ye Shuning, Chu Yue and the others had practiced specially before recording this episode.

Especially Ye Shuning, her reputation on the Internet was originally a student master. For this issue, she specially found a teacher to teach her the basic skills of Chinese painting.

It is very difficult to learn Chinese painting in a week, but it is much easier to paint a simple painting.

Ye Shuning only needs to strive for the likeness of the painting.

They all had a week of preparation, so they were able to draw with ease, but judging from the fact that the program crew was going to change the location and Meng Fu just thought it was in a wild mountain city, Meng Fu was definitely not prepared.

Without preparation and without learning traditional Chinese painting, Meng Fu might not even be able to write with a brush.

Ye Shuning would show such a look.

She thought lightly, lowered her head and began to paint seriously.

On the other hand, Xi Nancheng beside Ye Shuning couldn't help but look up at Meng Fu, frowning slightly. He remembered that when he was a guest in A Day of the Star last time, Meng Fu reasoned about the chessboard.

Thinking of this, he felt a little surprised, Meng Fu can draw Chinese paintings?

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Beside Meng Fu, Chu Yue pursed her lips.

She had been with Meng Fu for a long time, and she naturally knew whether he could draw or not.

In the entertainment industry, if you don't know Chinese painting, it's actually nothing.

But for this show, the five of them had trained in advance, and Chu Yue believed that not only her, but also several others had also learned it.

Of course, they won't be able to paint so well this week, but they won't be too bad either.

There is always a contrast in things. All five of them draw so-so, but Meng Fu can't draw at all. When the show is broadcast, Chu Yue can think of how netizens will hate Meng Fu.

Chu Yue lowered her eyes, held back her anger, and took a few pens from the pen container in the middle to Meng Fu.

Various details of traditional Chinese painting require the use of various brushes.

Meng Fu looked at the pen that Chu Yue handed over, and only pulled out a medium-sized Langhao pen from the middle.

This pen will do. She said lightly.

Just this one? Chu Yue was taken aback.

Meng Fu looked at this pen, and was quite surprised. The quality of this pen is quite good, not like a pen that a stallholder in an ancient street can take out casually: One is enough.

She went back to Chu Yue.

Chu Yue glanced at Meng Fu, seeing that she must only need a pen, so she didn't say anything more.

You draw first, and I'll watch you draw. Meng Fu weighed his brush, looked at Chu Yue and asked her to draw first.

Not far away, Chu Yue, who had been listening to Meng Fu's words, almost laughed out loud.

As for Xi Nancheng who was beside her, when she heard that Meng Fu only wanted a pen, she immediately looked away.

There was a long table set up by the stall owner. Knowing that Meng Fu and the others had six people, they arranged a long row of drawing paper. From left to right were Ye Shuning, Xi Nancheng, Gan Wang, Liu Yunhao, and Chu Yue. , Meng Fu.

The long table is put together by six tables, and there is enough space for six people.

In front of the table, a foreign middle-aged man wearing a straw hat sat calmly on a chair, reading a book of traditional Chinese painting in his hand.

The book cover is black with a black swirl in the lower left corner.

The six stars in front of him are considered important in the entertainment industry, but he didn't even raise his head, and continued to flip through the classics in a leisurely manner, looking like an outsider.

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Backstage of the program group.

The director's complexion was also a bit dark. At this time, he specifically found Zhao Fan, apologized to her, and assured her: Sister Fan, I assure you that when the program is broadcast, Miss Meng's paintings will not be released. We skimmed that as much as we could when editing.

Zhao Fan, who was in the crowd, was watching the recording of the show seriously, holding a thermos in her hand. When she heard the director's words, she couldn't help but tilt her head, quite surprised: Cut it off?

Yeah. The director nodded.

He was a little disappointed that this episode failed to give Meng Fu a breakout point, but no matter how disappointed he was, he didn't want to offend Meng Fu, so he wouldn't release this episode.

People in the entertainment industry are also important, not to mention Meng Fu's potential is limitless.

If there is a chance in the future, will Meng Fu still remember him?

In short, the director is not as stupid as Xi Nancheng, he will not offend anyone casually.

You can figure it out at that time, we don't care if you cut it or not. After listening, Zhao Fan smiled at him.

Looking at Zhao Fan's smile, the director didn't quite understand what she meant, but he was relieved to see that she didn't seem to be angry and blamed their program team.

Then hold the speaker and continue the cue process, Six guests, after the painting is finished, present the painting to the boss for appraisal. This boss will only accept the best painting among the six of you, and he will calculate the price according to the quality of the drama painting. Money is all your funds for the next two days and one night.

That's the setting of the show.

Listening to the director's words, Gan Wang finished the last stroke, then dried the painting, walked up to the foreign boss in front, and said very politely: excuse me...

The foreign boss raised his eyes: Speak human.

Gan Wang: ...

Gan Wang rubbed his nose, Boss, look I'm done.

The boss looked up and glanced at his painting. It was a picture of a bamboo forest. The frame and rendering were not enough. It was obviously a novice, and it was obviously directly applied to the work.

You don't major in painting, do you? the boss asked.

Gan Wang touched the back of his head: I'm from the Department of Acting.

That's good. The boss nodded, then continued to turn over a page of the book with his head down.

Gan Wang: ...

The photographer took a close-up of his painting.

Liu Yunhao laughed haha behind him, then pushed Gan Wang aside, Master, can you see mine? I have loved drawing since I was a child!

The foreign middle-aged man glanced at Liu Yunhao's paintings, and then looked at Liu Yunhao earnestly: It's a good thing to like painting, but you can't force it. You still have a chance in your next life, don't give up.

Liu Yunhao: ...

Pfft. Behind him, Gan Wang burst into laughter.

The photographer couldn't help laughing too.

Everyone seems to understand why the program group arranged for this teacher, it's really venomous.

Xi Nancheng also finished the painting, so he also walked over and handed the painting to the foreign man.

Xi Nancheng has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and before recording this issue, he specially asked Sheng Jun to learn from him.

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at the content of Xi Nancheng's painting. This is a Clivia, which uses three-color smudges. He just nodded slightly, It looks like a painting by someone. If you buy it, it costs 500.

It looks a bit like a painting, needless to say, it was also sprayed.

Later, the master gave Chu Yue a higher evaluation than Liu Yunhao and others, This painting is a little eye-catching, and it is almost 500.

That's what he said, but the middle-aged man just glanced at it and continued to look down at the book.

From Gan Wang to Chu Yue, almost no one could make this middle-aged man look at the painting for more than two seconds.

Gan Wang looked at the middle-aged man, and then cried to Liu Yunhao: Is our painting the type that he doesn't even want if he gives it for nothing?

Five hundred yuan, plus one hundred for each of us, Gan Wang calculated, One thousand and one, save a little, we will have enough, right?

Xi Nancheng also looked surprised when he looked at Chu Yue's painting.

Now Meng Fu and Ye Shuning were left, so he turned his head to look at Ye Shuning beside him, Shuning, are you alright? Show Master.

The painting is finished. Ye Shuning painted more meticulously than the others. He had just finished painting at this time, so he dried the painting carefully, picked it up and walked over here.

When she lifted it up, Xi Nancheng also saw Ye Shuning's painting and was slightly stunned.

What Ye Shuning drew is a picture of a shrimp play, with shrimps and stones, the whole layout is very comfortable, and the whole shrimp body is very flexible. .

It can be seen that she should have done her homework very carefully before, and she could draw so well within a week.

Xi Nancheng's eyes lit up, and then he sighed sincerely: You draw really well.

Hearing Xi Nancheng's voice, Gan Wang and Liu Yunhao, who were beaten, went around to look at Ye Shuning. These two people don't know how to paint, but they can still tell if they look like them. Seeing Ye Shuning's This painting, they exaggerated: This painting is too good, have you been painting since elementary school?

Ye Shuning has always been an aloof and aloof personality. Hearing these compliments, he just smiled lightly: It's nothing, it's far worse than the master's paintings.

They were all praising Ye Shuning's painting, and the program team also directly cut the close-up of Ye Shuning's painting and gave a close-up.

Liu Yunhao looked directly at the master, and said excitedly: Master, take a look at this painting, is it better than Teacher Xi and Chu Yue's?

The foreign middle-aged man raised his head from the book, and when he saw this picture of shrimp, he nodded slightly, It's not bad, it has a bit of craftsmanship, 1,200 yuan.

1200?

It was 700 yuan more than Chu Yue and Xi Nancheng's 500!

Xi Nancheng also thought that Ye Shuning painted well, but he was not a professional after all. Hearing what the middle-aged foreign man said, he also looked at Ye Shuning, very surprised: You can also draw?

I groped casually by myself. Ye Shuning smiled lightly, and didn't care too much.

Beside her, Liu Yunhao looked at Ye Shuning excitedly, Shuning, 1200! You gave us a life!

Two days and one night, we don't need to be so frugal. Ask me if I can eat roast duck at night? Gan Wang also nodded frantically, You are too good. The boss almost poisoned all of us, so there is no such thing as you, Shuning ! I worship you!

Ye Shuning smiled, If you want to eat roast duck, of course you can.

Gan Wang's eyes lit up, and then he looked at Meng Fu who was still standing there, cueing her: Meng Fu, do you eat roast duck at night?

Meng Fu just put down his pen, when he heard the words, he leaned against the table and raised his eyebrows, I can do anything.

Then sell this painting? The middle-aged man lightly raised the picture of the shrimp in his hand, If there is no problem, I will take the money.

As he spoke, he turned slightly, opened a small drawer in the cabinet beside him, and wanted to take out 1,200 yuan.

These people, including Ye Shuning himself, were very sure that the boss must only buy Ye Shuning's paintings this time.

Ye Shuning watched the boss count the money, smiled lightly, and his expression was also calm, Boss, there is another painting that you haven't seen.

As soon as this sentence came out, the lively scene fell silent.

The artists and staff present were well aware of Meng Fu's matter.

People like Liu Yunhao and Gan Wang have been slandered, but now Meng Fu...

Gan Wang coughed, and said to Meng Fu, Meng Fu, come here and show the master, Gan Wang said earnestly to the master, Master, this sister has never learned painting, please be gentle. spray.

Liu Yunhao nodded. He watched Meng Fu come over, and also gave Meng Fu a vaccination, and lowered his voice: Oh, let me tell you, how did the master spray me just now...

Meng Fu held his own simple drawing casually. Hearing this, he lowered his head to look at Liu Yunhao's drawing, fell silent for a moment, then raised his head: ...what he sprays actually makes sense.

After finishing speaking, Meng Fu patted Liu Yunhao on the shoulder, Come on.

Still wanting to comfort Meng Fu, Liu Yunhao snatched Meng Fu's painting, opened it respectfully and showed the master: Master, spray hard, I will never stop you.

Beside Liu Yunhao, Ye Shuning didn't even look at Meng Fu, and just averted his eyes lightly.

The ear is paying attention to the voice of the master.

Beside her, Xi Nancheng was holding a mobile phone to check the upcoming itinerary. He is the captain of this show and has more things to do than other members.

While checking the map, he was discussing with Ye Shuning, but he didn't look at Meng Fu.

The master still had the money in his hand, and when he saw Liu Yunhao's unfurled painting, he didn't pick it up just like before, and only raised his head slightly.

When he caught a glimpse of the painting in Liu Yunhao's hand, his blue eyes suddenly stopped.

He stared at the painting for about five seconds, then reacted suddenly, stood up from the chair, took the painting in Liu Yunhao's hand, and looked down carefully.

Liu Yunhao, who was waiting for what the master would spray this time, just watched the master take the painting from his hand.

He tilted his head, looked stiffly at Gan Wang beside him, and then at Chu Yue opposite, his eyes were full of doubts——

How is this going?

Master? Gan Wang asked cautiously.

The master didn't speak the whole time, and his reaction was different from the previous one. Before that, he came to a conclusion within two or three seconds. Ye Shuning, who had been waiting for his reaction, couldn't hold back, and raised his head in astonishment.

When she raised her head, the foreign middle-aged man also realized that he no longer had the look of an unfathomable expert on his face, and looked at Meng Fu intently: Do you want to be my disciple? I'll teach you Learn to paint, and you are guaranteed to win the federal A-level exhibition within three years!

As soon as these words came out, the cautious voices of Gan Wang and Liu Yunhao disappeared instantly.

Three question marks slowly appeared on Chu Yue's head.

The whole group of the photography team was also shocked.

The quick-response camera has already given Meng Fu the painting.

Xi Nancheng, who was looking down at his mobile phone to check the map, also tightened his hands, and suddenly raised his head to look in Meng Fu's direction.

These people don't know the level of the Federation's A-level exhibition, but as long as the Federation is involved, ordinary people can't interfere, at least it is at the professional level.

Who is this middle-aged man who set up a stall?

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but look in Meng Fu's direction, waiting for her reply.

Under the gaze of all eyes, Meng Fu finally spoke——

Master, how much is this painting?

The foreign middle-aged man looked at Meng Fu, his gaze never blinking, The theme of this painting is simple, because you are not well-known now, I can only give you one hundred thousand.

That's one hundred thousand? Meng Fu was startled.

This is much simpler than the painting she gave President Yan, and it can be worth a hundred thousand?

The foreign middle-aged man thought she was dissatisfied, and quickly said: Two hundred thousand is fine, if you are not satisfied...

Meng Fu quickly said: No, I am satisfied, very satisfied, one hundred thousand will be enough, a buy it now!

So you should be my apprentice. I will teach you how to paint. Go to the Federation Art Exhibition in three years. You will have a better future than you in the entertainment industry. Don't waste your potential. The middle-aged man looked at Meng Fu again.

Ah, no need, I already have a teacher. Meng Fu was still thinking about his 100,000 yuan, Do you think it is cash or punch card?

The middle-aged man was not on the same channel as her, and he didn't care when he heard that Meng Fu had a teacher, he just raised his head and introduced himself to Meng Fu: I am the teacher of the Beijing Painting Association, Albert, this is my identity badge.

As he spoke, he took out a black swirl logo with a blue A on it from his pocket, pinned it on his chest, and said to Meng Fu again: I will send you to the Federation Art Exhibition in three years, I will not It's not a joke, it's okay if you have a teacher, if you let him come, I can take him too.

The Beijing Painting Association is mysterious and unknown.

One of the Four Associations in the capital, its status is equivalent to the hermit family in the capital!

Most of the people, including Xi Nancheng and the director only heard about the painting association's name but not the person.

They don't know what it means to be an A-level teacher in the Painting Association.

It's just that after Albert finished speaking, no one dared to speak, and a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

The director of the program group held the board and stood among the photographers. After listening, he just remembered something. He lowered his head and tremblingly searched the Beijing Painting Association on his mobile phone. Because his fingers were too trembling, he clicked several times before he successfully opened it.

When I clicked on the official website, I saw the five painting association teachers in the first row.

He put his eyes on the picture of the foreign man in the middle, and a simple introduction was written below——

Albert, A-level teacher of Beijing Painting Association, member of Federation Painting Association.

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Maybe not today, it depends on the situation, babies