Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 75 Not for popularity, not even money

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

  Yu's family is the scholar of the generations, Yu's father is the principal of T University, and Yu Yong is the vice president of the Painting Association. Now the status of Yu's family in T City does not need to be said in the past.

  Yu Yong is a vice-chairman, and there are not many students who teach directly under his family. Except for Jiang Xinran, there are only three others. All three have made great achievements in the literary world. These are real artists.

  Able to hang a name here in Yuyong, it is really a hot search in the entertainment circle.

  At the beginning, Jiang Quan wanted Meng Fu to learn from behind Yu Yong, which also meant that, but he was rejected by Yu Yong before.

Now Yu Yong talked about this again, Yu Zhenling was taken aback, and she was a little surprised. Meng Fu can put a name in the painting association, which is good for her family. "That is really Fuer’s great good fortune, and she can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. ."

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

  She refers to the hype of celebrities online.

   "Let her not be too far and she will be fine." Yu Yong slightly raised his eyebrows. He paid attention to feathers all his life, and the students under his school were extremely talented, just like Jiang Xinran.

  Meng Fu, this is the first time he has accepted it, but Meng Fu is not his real student, so she can only say that she will come and listen to a class.

   "Okay, let you bother." 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.

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

  **

  Meng Fu was already on the side of the road.

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

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

  Su Cheng was standing on the side of the road wearing a white sweater, who was supposed to be calling. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the figure, and he hung up the phone after speaking to the other person, and looked at the two of them, "Get in the car."

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

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

  According to the itinerary, Meng Fu was supposed to go for special training in the afternoon, and the global qualifiers were just around the corner.

  Su Cheng doesn’t talk much, and the tone is as cold as his people: "Go to dinner first, and then talk about the specific content of the variety show."

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

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

   On the second floor, the babbling and babbling of the small tunes of the Erhu field faintly spread to the room, mixed with the rising sandalwood, and there is a kind of paradise.

   Extraordinarily elegant and quiet.

  Meng Fu received a call from Mr. Jiang at this time.

   "Fuer, what did they ask you to do at the exhibition?" Old man Jiang was very angry recently. He remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave Meng Fu a painting to Yu Yong.

  His voice is loud, and Su Cheng and Zhao Fan around him can clearly hear his voice.

  Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu, and Meng Fu turned his head to let the waiter in the green shirt take two cans of wine, "Nothing."

  She has a pale expression, but her tone is as good and soft as ever, floating in people's hearts.

   Su Di was dumbfounded.

  Elder Jiang didn’t hear anything strange, he didn’t worry about the matter, he said happily, “Okay. Then you can give me two autographed photos tomorrow, and I’ll let someone come over and get them.”

  Meng Fu didn't ask him what he was doing, and told him about the time for someone to come and take the autographed photo.

  The service staff brought a drink, not the one Meng Fu asked for, but two cups of warm milk.

  Meng Fu raised his head, and leaned back in the chair like this, with slightly curled hair scattered on the arrow, looking sideways at Zhao Fan beside him, smiling lazily: "Changed?"

   Zhao Fan did not dare to return.

   "Change." Opposite, Su Cheng looked at her with his mobile phone, his eyes were always warm, "eat."

  Meng Fu looked back a little regretfully and took his chopsticks to eat.

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

   "Live daily?" Zhao Fan looked at the contract from start to finish, as well as the main content of the variety show. She paused, "Who are the other three guests?"

  "The personnel are not completely determined yet." Su Cheng shook his head.

  This is a new type of domestic program. Four artists. These four artists will live together for one day each week. The live content program group will be designed to ensure that the content of this day is exciting enough, and the challenge is still a daily experience or what kind of experience.

  A total of twelve issues, with a duration of three months.

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

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

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

After all, Zhao Fan is a gold medal broker. Meng Fu looks like she can’t walk when she sees the money. She can’t help but feel a headache: "Meng Fu, think about it clearly. This show is dangerous. Unless some are powerful and popular, few people dare. Next. Variety shows will amplify the shortcomings of people, especially this kind of uninterrupted live broadcast, there is no editing here. There are not many things you know, and the director digs a little bit during the live broadcast, which will not only attract popularity at that time , On the contrary, it will make other guests more prominent. This variety show is too dangerous to accept."

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

  Meng Fu was hacked by the entire network before. Recently, because of the image of "Best Idol", he finally turned back a bit. If the show becomes hacked on the Internet again, the gain is not worth the loss.

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

   "Meng Fu, as an artist, the most important thing is popularity. You have to consider it carefully." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu seriously.

   "Sister Fan, I see," Meng Fu pondered for a minute, then raised his head, and replied cautiously: "People, you can't do it for popularity, not even money."

  In the first half, Zhao Fan thought that Meng Fu had grown up, but in the second half, she said: "..."

"Meng Fu, I'm not attacking you. It's really not easy to get on this show without anything, but we can pick up some other variety shows, such as singing genres, or we can pick up some web dramas, and wait until 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 has been really out of control recently!

  Su Cheng took the contract and said, "Okay, the last live broadcast should be next week. The specific time will depend on your schedule."

   Zhao Fan: "..."

  Brother Cheng, you have changed.

   Zhao Fan has a headache. It seems that for a while, she will clean up Meng Fu's mess.

  But she has also got used to it these two years.

  As the group said, Meng Fu’s cell phone rang several times, and she just hung up after a casual glance, and then blocked it.

  After repeating three or four times.

  The opposite person probably also knew Meng Fu's thoughts, and there was nothing left.

  **

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

  Su Cheng sent Meng Fu to training.

   In the past two days, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan have either Su Di or Su Cheng by their side. Zhao Fan is also used to it.

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

  Two people stood outside the gate of the base. The middle-aged woman in front was wearing a cyan cheongsam and a dark coat. The drizzle was hazy, and the driver was holding a black umbrella by her side.

  Is precisely Yu Zhenling.

Seeing Meng Fu and Sucheng getting out of the car, she paused, squinted slightly, and walked over directly on high heels: "What happened this morning, I know I misunderstood you. In order to compensate you, your uncle allowed you to go to T The City Chief Painting Association attends classes. You can go every Saturday and hang his name. Don’t tell Grandpa about you.”

  "Sister, I’m sorry," Jiang Xinran got out of the car and apologized to Meng Fu: "Please forgive mother and uncle, and blame me if you blame it."

   Hearing the T City Art Association, Zhao Fan, who didn't want to take care of Zhenling, couldn't help but pause.

  T City General Painting Association, the reputation in T City is even bigger than that of the top twenty universities T.

  Su Cheng opened up the umbrella and took Meng Fu in without squinting: "Let's go."

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

  Yu Zhenling has lived for so many years, and someday is not held by others, few people dare to show her face like this.

   "Mom, sister, is she dissatisfied..." Jiang Xinran hesitated.

   "What is she dissatisfied with? It's not a good person, just ignore her." Yu Zhenling got in the car irritably and asked the driver to drive back to Jiang's house.

  **

  Jiang Xinchen has no class today, but Jiang Xinchen is not seen at home.

  As soon as he asked the servant, the servant pointed to the ancestral hall and said that he had gone to kneel in the ancestral hall.

  Jiang Xinchen kneeling in the ancestral hall?

  Why kneel at the ancestral shrine?

  The two of them were thinking, outside, the voice of the servant greeted him, and it was Mr. Jiang who came back.

  Next to him are Tong Eryu and Jiang Quan’s assistants, and the three are talking about business.

Seeing them, Jiang Xinran's expression moved, and then knelt on the ground, with an apologetic and serious voice: "Grandpa, today's incident is completely blamed on me. If it's not my mother, they won't wrong my sister. Uncle mom, they have given it to my sister. I apologized. Uncle didn't mean it. He said that he had hung her under his door. This had already taken a great risk. My sister should still be dissatisfied. She might want to be the closed disciple of her uncle, but her uncle's status is unusual.

   "Thousands of mistakes, this is all my fault, grandpa, please punish me, it has nothing to do with my brother, don’t punish him for kneeling in the ancestral hall."

  Jiang Xinran said so, Yu Zhenling on the side obviously thought that Meng Fu had already filed a lawsuit with her father, so when she went to see her before, she did not accept Yu Yong's condition.

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

  Yes, besides Meng Fu, who else would sue Mr. Jiang? !

  Yu Zhenling's face was pale.

  　**

  　　, there are many words and many words today............

  (End of this chapter)