Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Netizens at this stage are like this, listening to the wind is like a wave.

There is also a kind of sympathy for the weak that most people have, and moral kidnapping for no reason.

It often happens that one night passes and public opinion reverses instantly.

There are Meng Fu's black fans, and there are also Jiang Xinran's die-hard fans before. After all, the mysterious name of Jiang Xinran, a member of the Painting Association, can still bluff people.

Jiang Xinran hasn't said anything to the program team yet.

Fans are already orgasming themselves.

When passers-by who don't know the situation come in, it's like a big star bullying an amateur who hasn't debuted yet.

Jiang Xinran put away her mobile phone, took a deep breath, pursed her lips and walked to the emergency room. Seeing the situation, her expression was not very good. On the way, Tong Eryu called her, Jiang Xinran picked up, and Tong Eryu's clear voice rang on the other end of the phone. Voice: We'll be there tomorrow.

It was the first time for Jiang Xinran to participate in such an important national exhibition, and the Tong family and the Luo family had already obtained internal tickets.

At the national exhibition, old artists from all over the world will come, and there are several people from the Federation.

For such an important exhibition, the Luo family will not give up the opportunity to increase their network, not to mention that Jiang Xinran also has a booth and interviews.

After Tong Eryu finished speaking, Jiang Xinran did not speak.

He realized something was wrong, What's wrong?

The linkage between the program group and the booth is gone, Jiang Xinran said softly, and she looked ahead, Obviously it was agreed before, but if the program group said no, it would be gone. I disappointed you and Mr. Luo.

Jiang Xinran said about the collaboration last time when she went back, but there was a sudden change at this time, and Tong Eryu frowned, Is it a problem with the program team?

Jiang Xinran remained silent.

On the other end of the phone, Tong Eryu nodded, I see.

**

Yang Hua just came back after going out, and Mrs. Yang saw a box in her hand and didn't know what it was.

Mrs. Yang used to hang out in the ladies' group, but now she follows Yang Hua and occasionally watches TV and variety shows.

An hour after Yang Hua went out, she also checked Weibo, of course she was different from other people who checked Weibo.

She swiped Weibo and searched for Meng Fu directly. After reading all of Meng Fu's Weibo, she quit Weibo directly.

Just stumbled upon Jiang Xinran's Weibo, and she frowned.

The major marketing accounts are all vampires. As long as they see Meng Fu’s Weibo, they will directly retweet it to gain popularity. The situation intensifies. Meng Fu has a huge fan base. Although most of them are rational fans, there are also some extreme fans. I'm tearing up with Jiang Xinran.

This is the first time in history that an amateur can tear himself apart from the top class.

The passers-by had preconceived ideas, and Jiang Xinran who was standing by the side would say at every turn——

[If you have the ability, you can also take interviews and booths? Shut down if you can't get it. 】

Mrs. Yang stood in front of a bunch of flowers, angry, Ah Fu, do you need to suppress her? I'll ask Yang Lai to raise 100 million yuan for the National Exhibition!

This kind of exhibition has a clear investment. After all, it is held by the Painting Association, attracting countless investors, and Yang Lai also has investment, so Mrs. Yang has a ticket. This time when Yang Hua came, she suddenly thought that there was a famous exhibition here.

Yang Hua didn't know what she was thinking about. When she heard Mrs. Yang wanted to invest, she turned her head, Why invest 100 million?

Buy a booth for Ah Fu, Mrs. Yang said lightly, and had already switched back to WeChat to discuss with Yang Lai, What are these things?

She told Yang Hua the whole story.

Yang Hua was silent for a while, and then said, Don't buy a booth, this 100 million spent, Ah Fu will definitely miss it for a year.

Then let them talk about it? Mrs. Yang looked at the Weibo, still feeling uncomfortable, It's not a loss of 100 million, and we also want to cooperate with the Painting Association to hold an exhibition in the Federation, killing two birds with one stone.

The main reason is that Mrs. Yang was really angry at what these netizens said, and she finally understood why there are so many trolls on the Internet.

Yang Hua looked at Mrs. Yang, knowing that she might not be able to talk to her, You go to discuss it with Zhao Fan? In case they have other plans over there.

Also, Meng Fu is not an ordinary person, she is a star above all.

Mrs. Yang went to communicate with Zhao Fan first.

See Mrs. Yang called Zhao Fan.

Yang Hua opened her box. There was nothing else in the box. It was a box of black soil. Once opened, she could smell the smell of soil. This soil was different from ordinary black soil, some of which were very hard.

Yang Hua spread out the black soil and put it under the window of the hotel so that the sun could shine directly.

After finishing all this, Mrs. Yang also came back, Xiao Zhao said they have arrangements.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Yang Hua's black soil and looked surprised, What kind of soil is this?

Yang Hua was a little calm, Go back and plant some flowers.

Mrs. Yang bent down slightly and looked at the soil, This soil is so hard that flowers can absorb nutrients?

I haven't planted it for two years, but it should be possible. Yang Hua reached out to touch the soil, paused, and said quietly, I have to do business to pay off the debt.

Pay the debt? Mrs. Yang didn't understand.

It's nothing. Yang Hua changed the subject, There are several kinds of medicinal flowers in Xiangcheng, which are very beautiful and rare. I'll take you to see them in the afternoon.

Yang Hua knew too much about these flowers. Madam Yang looked at Yang Hua and thought that Yang Hua told herself that she was a flower grower before. She knew these flowers better than the gardener Madam Yang hired: You don't know You really are a gardener, right?

Yang Hua thought for a while, Maybe?

Mrs. Yang nodded, no wonder she changed her name to Yang Hua.

The two were talking when someone knocked on the door.

Who is coming at this time? Mrs. Yang went to open the door.

It was the hotel attendant who knocked on the door. She held a small package and smiled and said, Is this Miss Yang? You have a courier receptionist who signed for it.

Mrs. Yang didn't buy anything, she asked Yang Hua, Is it yours?

Yang Hua came out and took the package, Yes, thank you.

I sent someone to send the flower seeds. Yang Hua opened the courier and took out a white flower seed that was packaged very finely.

In addition to the flower seeds, there are also some fine tools inside.

Mrs. Yang looked at Yang Hua sitting on the table, using these tools to handle flower seeds, and found it very novel.

These tools are not the same as those used by the gardener she hired.

Mrs. Yang sat on the side, looking at Yang Hua who was dealing with flower seeds. Mrs. Yang was thoughtful, and she always felt that Yang Hua looked a little mysterious now.

**

at the same time.

In the hotel where Su Di and others stayed, Zhao Fan was communicating with Yan Langfeng's assistant about the incident on Weibo.

We rejected the collaboration of the program group. Fang Yi is still busy at the moment, but Zhao Fan is very patient, Because you said Miss Meng didn't want to participate in the collaboration.

Zhao Fan didn't know much about the Fragrance Association and the Painting Association, so he just asked, Does Brother Fu have a booth?

She must have one. Fang Yi didn't quite understand the reason for Zhao Fan's question, but he still told the truth, In addition to the C to A levels of our booth, we also have a special booth, the master booth. Three exhibition halls are open this year. Each exhibition hall has a master booth, for those from the Painting Association, and the president’s booth is for Ms. Meng. She was originally the first one in the A exhibition, but because it was moved to the master exhibition, there are more seats in the A category. One.

There are only two paintings in this year's master exhibition, because the famous works of these masters are basically sent to the federation, and their paintings were not applied for the national exhibition.

These two paintings... Fang Yi paused, and said strangely, Both belong to our family.

The exhibition is also to establish the status of these painters in their respective fields.

The master exhibition is naturally a symbol of the status of the head.

Therefore, if the painting is not applied for, I would rather leave it empty than display it.

Yan Langfeng didn't have any paintings this year either, but this year, he helped two apprentices to apply for the master exhibition, which is definitely a shock to the painting world.

But He Xiyuan doesn't care about this matter, the current painting association can't even see anyone else.

Not to mention Meng Fu, who has been working in the entertainment industry.

But the national exhibition always needs someone to come out to support the scene, right?

The national exhibition gathers celebrities from all over the world. Except for the people from the A exhibition who have small interviews, there is always someone from the master exhibition to support the scene.

The people from Guozhan begged Yan Langfeng for a long time, and Yan Langfeng reluctantly agreed to contact the two apprentices.

Zhao Fan: ...

She couldn't understand what the master exhibition was, but she knew that it sounded a bit awesome.

The two paintings belong to Yan Langfeng's disciples, one is Meng Fu, and the other must be that senior brother Meng Fu.

It has absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Xinran.

She is comfortable.

Zhao Fan hung up the phone, put the computer aside, and called the people in the studio. This time he was much calmer: Didn't Jiang Xinran clarify, you don't have to worry about it.

Just like to rub the heat so much?

OK, let you rub.

Jiang Xinran may not know that Ye Shuning, the last one who was on Meng Fu's popularity, has already fallen to the 36th line!

**

Meng Fu was still in the emergency room.

After receiving a patient with a food virus, the number of people in the emergency room decreased. Meng Fu saw Dr. Chen talking to the nurse in the corridor.

The nurse left after recording what Dr. Chen said.

Dr. Chen got off work early today because he has an important operation tomorrow and he needs to get off work early to rest.

After chatting with the nurse, Dr. Chen saw Meng Fu.

Meng Fu pressed the headset and went straight to Dr. Chen.

Dr. Chen also pressed the headset.

The photographer didn't get close to them.

Qiao Le and I won't go into the operating room. Level 4 surgery is rare. It's a waste to give us both. Qiao Le is unqualified on the operating table. I'm an artist. Meng Fu stopped in the corridor and raised his eyes.

Dr. Chen put away the pen in his hand, looked at Meng Fu, pursed his lips, Do you want me to change it?

It's just a suggestion. Meng Fu took it easy.

Dr. Chen didn't reply to her, but said, I've read the paper.

Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, Then you still choose me to see the fourth-level surgery?

Dr. Chen stopped talking, he pressed the microphone back, Besides, I have to see someone.

Oh, Meng Fu also pressed the microphone back, and said calmly, Then goodbye.

She watched Dr. Chen leave, and the photographer followed. Meng Fu thought casually, could it be a flying guest?

That's weird.

After Dr. Chen left, Meng Fu went straight to the ward, and Qiao Lehui and Xiao Wei were rehabilitated.

When Meng Fu arrived at the ward, the other four people had already arrived. Except for Jiang Xinran who had been silent and did not speak, the other three were chatting excitedly together.

Qiao Le held Xiao Wei's case in her hand, and when she saw Meng Fu, she hurriedly said, The head nurse said, we have an observer for this issue.

Grading for this issue will be combined with the papers of the previous issue.

The new observer is about the same as the head nurse of the previous period, and his scoring is also very important.

Song Jia and Gao Mian attached great importance to it, but Meng Fu didn't come here for the offer, so he didn't take it seriously, but Dr. Chen should have gone to see the new reviewer: Yes.

She took Qiao Le's case.

Okay, let's stop discussing. The new head nurse clapped his hands when he saw that everyone was here. Let's treat the two patients first.

Several people are already familiar with acupuncture.

Hearing this sentence, Qiao Le picked up the needle bag and looked at the head nurse, Head nurse, who is the new observer? Can't reveal anything?

I can reveal a little, the new head nurse smiled slightly, the other party is from the Chinese medicine base.

Qiao Le stared directly, I'll go!

Gao Mian also raised his head abruptly, It turns out to be someone from there?

Even Song Jia, who has always been calm, was very surprised.

It is a base of traditional Chinese medicine, a sacred place of domestic medicine, and one of the three key bases in China.

Obviously, if the program group can invite people from the Chinese medicine base, it means that this offer is higher than expected, and it is possible...

It is an offer from the Chinese Medicine Base.

Otherwise, the reviewer would not be sent directly.

Everyone, behave well. The head nurse glanced at Meng Fu, slightly surprised.

Among the people in the ward, Meng Fu was the only one who was as calm as a bystander.

The head nurse looked away.

Looked a little surprised.

Dr. Chen was not here today. After treating the two people in the ward, Meng Fu and the others went directly to the cafeteria to eat.

Qiao Le went to help Meng Fu cook food early, and Meng Fu went with her.

Gao Mian looked at Meng Fu, then sat across from Qiao Le with his job bowl in hand.

Jiang Xinran followed and sat beside Gao Mian.

The six people sat facing each other, with Qiao Le sitting in the middle on the left, Song Jia sitting next to her, and Meng Fu's bowl on the other side of her.

Meng Fu called Yang Lai with his mobile phone, and could hear her voice, Uncle...

Hearing that it was the rich uncle, Qiao Le quickly looked at her.

The camera also took a close-up shot of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu was on the phone with Yang Lai, but he didn't pay attention to the dining table, and sat beside Qiao Le.

Just opposite to Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran was eating with her head down, but when she saw Meng Fu sitting down while talking on the phone, she tightened her hand holding the chopsticks.

She stood up suddenly.

Stab—

The harsh sound of chairs rubbing against floor tiles.

It seemed to be venting her dissatisfaction.

Gao Mian beside him was the first to look over, What's wrong?

It's okay, the air is not good. Jiang Xinran smiled and shook her head, still very gentle, she picked up her meal, got up, and sat on the other side of Gao Mian.

He wrote his dislike for Meng Fu on his body.

The others originally thought that Jiang Xinran had something to do, but she immediately changed positions as soon as Meng Fu came.

it goes without saying.

Snapped--

Qiao Le dropped his chopsticks.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Xinran beside Gao Mian: You hate Fu?

Gao Mian and Song Jia obviously did not expect such a development.

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Xinran paused, she didn't expect that Meng Fu didn't make a sound, but Qiao Le beside her did. She raised her head, looked at Qiao Le, and smiled: No.

Then why are you being so eccentric? Qiao Le looked at Jiang Xinran, Can't you speak clearly?

Qiao Le couldn't stand such obvious nausea.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Le turned his head and looked at the photographer, Can you stop recording? Let's deal with some private matters.

The photographer looked at each other, and finally put down his hand.

Only then did Qiao Le turn her head and look at Jiang Xinran.

Gao Mian also paused, he had a very good impression of Jiang Xinran, so he smoothed things over, Xinran, did you two have a misunderstanding, if there is a misunderstanding, talk it out...

There is no misunderstanding. Jiang Xinran held the chopsticks and bit her lips tightly.

She said that there was no misunderstanding, but in this way, it seemed that there was a huge misunderstanding.

Meng Fu, Gao Mian pursed his lips, and he looked at Meng Fu, Xinran... what's wrong with her?

Meng Fu ate calmly, looked up at Gao Mian, Do you think I look like a hundred thousand reasons?

Gao Mian was a little embarrassed.

Song Jia looked at Meng Fu, and then said to Jiang Xinran, Xinran, Meng Fu is very nice, there must be a misunderstanding between you, and it will be clear after you explain.

Even Song Jia made a noise, Gao Mian nodded quickly to smooth things over, Yes, I misunderstood.

Everyone was speaking for Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinran didn't know what was wrong.

Why come back this time, it's all Meng Fu.

The link between the program group and the National Exhibition was canceled by you, right? Jiang Xinran looked directly at Meng Fu, It's because the program group customized the program for me.

Meng Fu frowned: What linkage?

Jiang Xinran bit her lip, You don't know what you did? It's all spread on Weibo.

Meng Fu glanced at her, opened Weibo, and a Weibo post saying Meng Fu is narrow-minded was posted.

She clicked in, and at a glance, she probably knew what happened.

Meng Fu laughed angrily: I won't let you link up?

Jiang Xinran didn't say anything, she bit her lip, I didn't say that.

Don't you do so much because you want the program team to collaborate? Meng Fu pulled out his chair, stood up, and looked down at Jiang Xinran: Okay.

Satisfy you.