Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

As soon as Yu Yong's words came out, the complexions of the people around him changed slightly.

The Yu family has a scholarly family for generations, Mr. Yu is the principal of T University, and Yu Yong is the vice president of the Painting Association. Now the status of the Yu family in T City is not what it used to be.

As the vice president, Yu Yong didn't have many students under his sect. Apart from Jiang Xinran, there were only three others. All three of them had made great achievements in the literary world, and they were all true artists.

Being able to make a name for Yu Yong here will really become a trending topic in the entertainment industry.

At the beginning, Jiang Quan wanted Meng Fu to learn from Yu Yong, and he also meant this, but Yu Yong refused.

Now that Yu Yong mentioned this again, Yu Zhenling was taken aback, and was also a little surprised. Meng Fu's name in the painting association is good for her and her family. .”

What Yu Zhenling was worried about was that Meng Fu would affect Yu Yong, she thought about it, and continued: Brother, will this affect you?

She refers to the hype on the Internet of celebrities.

Tell her not to go too far and she'll be fine. Yu Yong frowned slightly, he paid attention to feathers all his life, and the students under his school were all extremely talented, just like Jiang Xinran.

It was the first time he accepted something like Meng Fu, but Meng Fu was not considered his real student, so he could only say that he asked her to attend a class to make a name for herself.

Okay, I'll let you worry about it. Yu Zhenling thought about it, and when she found the person who stole Jiang Xinran's painting, she called Meng Fu.

Of course, Yu Zhenling never thought that Meng Fu would refuse this matter.

When the two were discussing, Jiang Xinran stood aside, lowered her eyelashes, and did not speak.

**

Meng Fu had already reached the side of the road.

A new car has been parked on the side of the road.

White, neither Meng Fu nor Zhao Fan has seen this car.

Su Cheng was standing on the side of the road wearing a white sweater. He was probably on the phone with someone. He caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye. He hung up the phone after saying something to the other person, and looked at them, Get in the car.

Zhao Fan opened the back seat door and let Meng Fu in.

Brother Cheng, where are we going? Zhao Fan looked at Su Cheng's itinerary, not on his way to special training.

According to the itinerary, Meng Fu was supposed to go to special training in the afternoon, and the global competition qualifiers were coming soon.

Su Cheng didn't talk much, and his tone was as cold as his own: Go to dinner first, and then talk about the specific content of the variety show.

What he was talking about was the content of the variety show live broadcast that he mentioned to Zhao Fan last time.

The place to eat is still the same place, the old room, this time the door of the box was not closed.

The babbling and babbling sounds of the erhu field on the second floor are faintly transmitted to the room, mixed with the rising sandalwood, there is a feeling of paradise.

Very elegant and quiet.

At this time, Meng Fu received a call from Mr. Jiang.

Fu'er, why did they ask you to go to the art exhibition? Mr. Jiang was very angry recently, he remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave Meng Fu's painting to Yu Yong.

He had a loud voice, and Su Cheng and Zhao Fan beside him could clearly hear his voice.

Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu, and Meng Fu turned his head to let the waiter in green shirt bring two cans of wine, It's nothing.

Her expression was calm, but her tone was as obedient and soft as ever, which floated in people's hearts.

Su Di, who was listening, was dumbfounded.

Mr. Jiang didn't notice anything strange, so he didn't bother with this matter, and said excitedly, Okay. Then give me two autographed photos tomorrow, and I'll send someone over to get them.

Meng Fu didn't ask him what he was doing, and told him that it was time for someone to come and get an autographed photo.

The waiter brought drinks, not the wine Meng Fu wanted, but two cups of warm milk.

Meng Fu raised his head, and just leaned back in the chair, his slightly curly hair scattered on the arrows, looked sideways at Zhao Fan, and smiled lazily: Change?

Zhao Fan dared not return.

It's changed. On the opposite side, Su Cheng looked at her with his mobile phone, his eyes were always warm and cold, Eat.

Meng Fu looked away regretfully, and ate with chopsticks.

While she was eating, Su Cheng was talking to Zhao Fan about the live variety show.

Live broadcast routine? Zhao Fan looked at the contract from beginning to end, as well as the main content of the variety show, she paused, Who are the other three guests?

The personnel have not been fully determined yet. Su Cheng shook his head.

This is a new type of program in China. Four artists will broadcast live together for one day every week. The program group will design the live content to ensure that the content of this day is exciting enough. The challenge is daily life or some kind of experience.

A total of twelve issues, lasting three months.

Su Cheng pushed the content of the program to Meng Fu again.

Meng Fu took a sip of the milk and glanced at it twice.

When it came to the final signing fee, her casual attitude disappeared, and she touched her chin by the way: Sister Fan, you can have this variety show.

After all, Zhao Fan is a gold medal agent, and Meng Fu couldn't help but have a headache when he saw the money and said, Meng Fu, think clearly, this show is dangerous, unless there are some powerful and popular people, otherwise few people dare to do it. Pick up. Variety shows will magnify people's shortcomings, especially this kind of non-stop live broadcast. There is no editing here. You don't know much. If the director digs a little bit during the live broadcast, not only will it not attract popularity , it will make the other guests stand out more, this variety show is too dangerous to accept.

Zhao Fan knew the inside story of these shows. Meng Fu was put in this show not only as a vase, but also to set off other guests.

Meng Fu was blackmailed by the whole network before, but recently because of Best Idol, his image finally turned back a little bit, if he becomes black again because of this show, the loss outweighs the gain.

After all, her high school dropout has always been a label on her body, and it is difficult to tear off.

Meng Fu, popularity is the most important thing as an artist, you have to think about it carefully. Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu seriously.

Sister Fan, I understand, Meng Fu pondered for a minute, then raised his head, and replied cautiously: People, you can't even ask for money for popularity.

In the first half, Zhao Fan thought that Meng Fu had grown up, but when she heard the second half, she said, ...

Meng Fu, I'm not insulting you. It's not easy to get on this show without anything, but we can take on some other variety shows, such as singing types, or we can take on some online dramas. When our fans are completely stable...

Not as much money as this show. Meng Fu said honestly.

Zhao Fan took a deep breath, she turned to Su Cheng, Meng Fu, she really can't control her recently!

Su Cheng took the contract away, Okay, the latest live broadcast should be next week, the exact time will depend on your schedule.

Zhao Fan: ...

Brother Cheng, you have changed.

Zhao Fan had a headache. It seemed that she was going to clean up the mess for Meng Fu for a while.

But she has gotten used to it in the past two years.

As the group talked, Meng Fu's cell phone rang several times, but she hung up after just looking at it casually, and then blocked it.

After repeating three or four times.

The person on the other side probably also knew what Meng Fu was thinking, and there was no movement.

**

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Su Di went to sign the variety show contract.

Su Cheng sent Meng Fu to train.

In the past two days, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan were either surrounded by Su Di or Su Cheng, and Zhao Fan was used to it.

The filming of Best Idol has been finished, and there are only six people in a group for the follow-up training. At this time, the base is a bit deserted.

There were two people standing outside the gate of the base. The middle-aged woman in front was wearing a blue cheongsam and a dark coat. The drizzle was hazy, and the driver was beside her holding a black umbrella for her.

It was Yu Zhenling.

Seeing Meng Fu and Su Cheng get off the car, she paused, squinted her eyes slightly, and walked over on her high heels: I know I misunderstood you about what happened this morning. To make it up to you, your uncle allows you to go to T You can go every Saturday to listen to the lectures of the City Painting Association, and name him, so don't tell grandpa about this matter.

Sister, I'm sorry. Jiang Xinran also got out of the car and apologized to Meng Fu: Please forgive mom and uncle. If you want to blame, blame me.

Hearing about the General Artists Association of T City, Zhao Fan, who originally didn't want to talk to Yu Zhenling, couldn't help but pause.

T City General Painting Association's reputation in T City is even more famous than T University, a top 20 university.

Su Cheng opened the umbrella and led Meng Fu in without looking sideways: Let's go.

It seemed that she didn't hear Yu Zhenling's words.

Yu Zhenling has lived for so many years, and one day she will not be praised by others. Few people dare to show her face like this.

Mom, sister, is she dissatisfied... Jiang Xinran asked hesitantly.

What is she dissatisfied with? It's not a good heart, let's leave her alone. Yu Zhenling got into the car irritably and asked the driver to drive the car back to Jiang's house.

**

Jiang Xinchen didn't have class today, but he didn't see Jiang Xinchen at home.

When I asked the servant, the servant pointed to the ancestral hall and said that he went to kneel in the ancestral hall.

Jiang Xinchen kneeling in the ancestral hall?

Why kneel at the ancestral hall?

Just as the two of them were thinking, outside, a servant's voice came to greet him. It was Mr. Jiang who had returned.

Beside him are Tong Eryu and Jiang Quan's assistants, and the three of them are talking about business.

Seeing them, Jiang Xinran's expression moved, and then she knelt on the ground, her voice was apologetic and serious: Grandpa, today's incident is entirely my fault. If it wasn't my mother, they wouldn't wrong my sister. Mom, uncle, they have given my sister I apologize, uncle didn't do it on purpose, he said that he hung her under his door, which is already a great risk, my sister should still be dissatisfied, she might want to be uncle's closed disciple, but uncle's status is not ordinary.

Thousands of mistakes. This matter is all my fault. Grandpa, you can punish me. It has nothing to do with my brother. Don't punish him to kneel in the ancestral hall.

When Jiang Xinran said this, Yu Zhenling obviously thought that Meng Fu had already complained to the old man, so she refused to accept Yu Yong's conditions when she went to find her.

That's why Jiang Xinchen was punished by the old man to kneel down in the ancestral hall.

That's right, besides Meng Fu, who else would sue Mr. Jiang? !

Yu Zhenling's complexion was ashen.

**

Ah, a lot of words today......