Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Every issue of We Are Friends will find some interesting features in tourist places.

At the beginning of this issue, he inquired about the more interesting places on the ancient street. Someone recommended this boss who collects Chinese paintings. He only gave five minutes, and he would accept the paintings he liked, ranging from 100 to 5000 yuan.

People are quite tongue-in-cheek and have a weird temper. I heard that when I was a painting professional before, I was also insulted like this.

Many people recommended this place, so the director naturally sent someone to communicate with the foreigner, asking him if he could be on the show, and he would pay the other party. How did he know that the other party was not willing to cooperate with the program, and just painted if he wanted to.

The other party was unwilling to cooperate, but he didn't deliberately avoid it.

But it's better this way, it looks real.

So the director asked the five guests to practice Chinese painting in advance.

How did you know that this was actually a teacher from the Painting Association?

The system director of the painting association didn't know, but looking at Albert's appearance, he knew that the A level teachers of the painting association were out of their reach.

Is this what Beijing is like?

Anyone who set up a street stall is a teacher from the Painting Association?

The director looked at Meng Fu in a daze. He had a member of the Beijing Painting Association in this episode. Is he going to be popular?

After Albert finished speaking, he looked at Meng Fu intently.

I have a teacher. Unlike the others, Meng Fu remained calm. She just took out her phone, opened the QR code of WeChat, and said very politely: Just scan my WeChat.

Moved out the name of the painting association, and took out the A-level teacher certificate.

Albert originally thought that Meng Fu should always worship him as a teacher. There are not many people in the capital who want to worship him as a teacher. He didn't even think about accepting people from those families. Meng Fu actually said this?

He thought about it, and felt that the other party probably didn't know what the Fourth Association of Beijing meant, so he wanted to explain a few more sentences.

But right now there are many people.

Albert decided to wait for Meng Fu and the others to finish recording the show, and then talk to Meng Fu about it.

He looked at Meng Fu, took out his phone and transferred the money to her.

Thank you, master. Meng Fu looked at the hundred thousand that the other party scanned over, and finally took back the phone.

The entire filming scene remained silent.

Meng Fu returned to Chu Yue with his mobile phone, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Liu Yunhao and Gan Wang, and then said to Chu Yue, Yueyue, the painting is finished, where should we go next? Looking for a hotel?

She didn't know the itinerary of the program group.

Chu Yue didn't speak.

Liu Yunhao beside her: ...???

What hotel are you looking for?

Now it's time to find a hotel! question! ! ?

Liu Yunhao really likes Chinese paintings, and he knows them very well. When Albert said that he is a teacher of the Painting Association, he was a little speechless.

He pursed his lower lip, pressed down the microphone, took a step towards Meng Fu, and lowered his voice: Meng Fu, that's the Painting Association. Even the Ji family in the capital has no way to join the Painting Association. The Federal Art Exhibition is the ultimate palace for all painters! I'll explain to you later, please promise Master Albert.

Meng Fu rubbed her nose, she looked at Liu Yunhao, and smiled: That's not my ambition.

Liu Yunhao: ...

She's determined to make money, Chu Yue let out a sigh of relief, and she also reacted, tilted her head to look at Meng Fu several times, and then clicked her tongue, Brother Fu, when did you learn to draw? I wouldn't have worried if I had known. is you.

I just found a master some time ago. Mentioning Yan Langfeng, Meng Fu nodded, He is very nice.

You can worship two masters, this is Master Albert! Liu Yunhao was not interested in Meng Fu as a master, and seeing how to persuade Meng Fu, she didn't say anything, so she had to turn to Master Albert.

Master, can you show me her painting again? Liu Yunhao asked respectfully.

Just now they all thought that Meng Fu couldn't paint, and Liu Yunhao didn't look at Meng Fu's paintings. Now that Albert commented, Liu Yunhao, who is very interested in Chinese paintings, couldn't wait to see the paintings.

Hearing Liu Yunhao's request, the cameras of the photography team were ready to focus on Meng Fu's painting in an instant.

Everyone wanted to know what kind of painting could make Albert have such an attitude.

The camera has turned around, and the staff behind the scenes are also stunned——

Meng Fu's painting is very simple, a dead tree in the wind and rain, a stone well, the color of the ink is thick at first and then light, the brush and ink are integrated, with distinct layers, many but not mixed.

There is obviously only one color, and the trace of a pen, but because of the thick and light, there is a clear difference, which shows how skilled the painter is in the operation of pen and ink.

It is full of verve and charm, fully expressing the special characteristics of Chinese painting.

Insiders can see Meng Fu's way of painting. Those who don't know much about painting just feel that there is an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes when seeing this painting, which is tangible and intentional.

That's amazing... Chu Yue obviously had some talent for painting, so she spoke in a daze.

Meng Fu glanced lightly and said, It's okay, it's not that exaggerated.

These were the first things she painted, but Yan Langfeng was dissatisfied with her proficiency, and asked her to copy dead trees every day. Meng Fu was originally very talented, and after copying for a long time, she also gained some experience in ink painting.

What she painted the most were dead trees.

Boss, don't be modest. Liu Yunhao withdrew his gaze and turned to Meng Fu silently, It's okay for you to call us, what should we do? No wonder the master said that we are nothing, Shuning, you think so?

After thinking about it, Liu Yunhao suddenly realized, Shuning, do you know that Meng Fu draws very well, so you always ask her to draw on purpose?

He pointed to other paintings on the table.

Unfortunately, next to Meng Fu's painting was Ye Shuning's painting that everyone was still praising.

Ye Shuning's paintings stand beside Liu Yunhao and Chu Yue, but next to Meng Fu's paintings, it's really...

Nothing.

As soon as Liu Yunhao cueed, the photographer went to take pictures of Ye Shuning's reaction.

Behind a few people, Ye Shuning, who was discussing with Xi Nancheng, kept maintaining a calm expression on his face, but when he heard Liu Yunhao cue himself, Ye Shuning's calm expression finally couldn't be maintained anymore.

She prepared for this painting for a week.

After learning that the trip to the ancient street was cancelled, she was even angry. She used to hate people like Meng Fu who only took advantage of his backstage connections, and hated her for not being able to do anything...

When Meng Fu said that she didn't paint, she couldn't help but speak.

Who knew that the other party could draw?

Why do you want to cancel the operation of the ancient street even if you know how to draw? Why don't you want to draw? !

Ye Shuning couldn't figure it out.

She stood where she was, with an expression as cold as ice on her face. Feeling the gazes of the surrounding photographers and Liu Yunhao Xi Nancheng, Ye Shuning's face turned red for the first time.

Thinking that she even took the initiative to cue Meng Fu and asked her to show the master the painting just now, Ye Shuning's heart was in a mess, and some didn't know how to describe her mood at all.

not far away.

The staff turned back in a daze, and looked at the director: Meng Fu's clip... still, still cut it?

The corner of the director's mouth reached his ears, and he slapped the staff on the head, What are you cutting?!

He rubbed his hands, put down his phone, and found Zhao Fan who was standing calmly by the side.

Zhao Fan had been standing aside with his arms folded around his chest, watching Meng Fu's performance with great interest, as if he was not surprised by these.

The director was a little surprised. The artist under him was spotted by the teacher of the Beijing Painting Association. She was still so calm?

Sister Fan, the director thought for a while, and then explained to Zhao Fan: Master Albert is not lying, he is indeed a teacher of the Painting Association, and he is also an A-level teacher.

Zhao Fan withdrew his gaze and glanced at the director. He didn't understand why he said this to himself all of a sudden, and was stunned: I know, what's wrong?

A-level teacher, the teacher who is ranked among the top five by the Painting Association, the director said solemnly, There are countless people in the country who want to be apprentices. Do you know Sheng Jun? You can't even touch the door, look how much you are admired by netizens, Meng Fu is... really... In short, this opportunity must not be missed. It's okay for Meng Fu to have a teacher, and Teacher Albert doesn't mind, right? After entering the capital The Painting Association means that you will definitely be able to enter the federation, and the federation is...you will know later.

The director is local and knows about the Federation and the Beijing Fourth Association.

So I want to remind Zhao Fan.

After hearing the director's words, Zhao Fan finally knew what the director was surprised about. She couldn't help but shook her head and laughed, Okay, don't worry, I will remind her.

Seeing that Zhao Fan was not at all surprised when he heard this, the director was even more surprised.

However, he continued to stare at the show for recording, and returned to his original position after a few words with Zhao Fan.

Behind him, Zhao Fan just laughed, others were shocked when Albert said he was going to accept apprentices, but Zhao Fan was not surprised, after all, he had seen Yan Langfeng come to Meng Fu more than once before.

Having been with Meng Fu for a long time, Zhao Fan has gotten used to it.

As for Albert saying that he is a teacher of the Beijing Painting Association...

And the director said that Albert can be ranked in the top five of the Painting Association...

Zhao Fan didn't know Yan Langfeng's status in the capital, but Su Di had mentioned to her before that Yan Langfeng was one of the three giants of the Painting Association.

so……

For what the director said, Zhao Fan really didn't think there was anything wrong.

She just looked at Xi Nancheng and Ye Shuning with a sneer.

**

The program continued to be recorded, and after the group had funds, it was no longer difficult to find a hotel.

The latter part basically revolves around Meng Fulai, as for the former group favorite Ye Shuning, he has almost no sense of existence today.

In the evening, Meng Fu generously invited Liu Yunhao and the others to eat roast duck, but Ye Shuning said he was not feeling well and did not let him go.

What's the matter? Xi Nancheng always valued Ye Shuning, and came to look for her when she didn't go.

Ye Shuning stood by the sink and washed her hands with her head bowed. She didn't raise her head when she heard the words, but just rubbed her hands very slowly. After a while, she finally said, One hundred thousand yuan for a five-minute painting...

Hearing this, Xi Nancheng was also silent. He also found it strange that he didn't understand painting. Although he thought Meng Fu's painting was good, he couldn't see why this painting was worth a hundred thousand.

Ye Shuning only had one thousand, would one hundred thousand be an exaggeration?

Mr. Xi, how did the director invite Albert? Ye Shuning took out a sheet after washing his hands.

Hearing this sentence, Xi Nancheng also narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew early this morning that the director team was going to create momentum for Meng Fu, and later he changed the itinerary, but that didn't mean the director team wouldn't do anything.

When Ye Shuning mentioned this, Xi Nancheng immediately thought of it.

He bowed his head and sent Sheng Jun a WeChat message, asking the teacher of the Beijing Painting Association how easy it is to accept students, and the other party responded quickly——

[Just to tell you this, my teacher is the vice-chairman of the T City Painting Association, but he can't get into the Beijing Painting Association. The teachers and apprentices of the Beijing Painting Association are all from Qingsai. 】

Seeing this reply, Xi Nancheng didn't say anything, and went directly to the backstage to find the director team.

He and Ye Shuning didn't go to eat roast duck, but Meng Fu went with the four of them, so the photography team also followed the four of them to shoot.

At this time, the director was directing the filming in the background, and the phone in his pocket rang.

It was the phone call from the big boss. Even though it was just a phone call, the director stood up to show respect: Mr. Zhou.

You did a good job this time, but the Art Association called me just now. The identity of Master Albert is a secret. Don't release his A card when the show is edited. Mr. Zhou said seriously.

The director was very respectful, I know.

Well, also, give me your address, that master will come to find Meng Fu at night.

The director was taken aback for a moment, but he was really surprised at the moment, Does he still want to accept apprentices?

It's strange to say, how many times the proud son of the Beijing Painting Association wanted to worship Master Albert as his teacher, but he chose Meng Fu instead, the point is that he didn't give up.

Just as he was thinking, Xi Nancheng came in from outside.

The director was surprised, Mr. Xi, what's the matter?

Xi Nancheng pursed his lips and looked at the director, with no expression of joy or anger, he just asked, You arranged for that Albert at noon? One hundred thousand, are you afraid that netizens will think you are exaggerating?

A Day of a Star can't even invite Sheng Jun's teacher.

Not to mention the teachers of the Painting Association.

Hearing Xi Nancheng's words, the director recalled what he meant. He was not angry at the moment, but just looked at Xi Nancheng in surprise: Mr. Xi, haven't you visited the Beijing Painting Association?

**

A thousand degrees, you will know.

Sisters have been working hard recently, and there are two more chapters in the morning.