Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 78 078 Withered Wood Old Man Figure

  Traditional Chinese painting emphasizes proficiency and artistic conception. Of course, the most important thing is fame.

  T City General Painting Association has several people who are equal in strength to Jiang Xinran, but because of the lack of Yu Yong's momentum, Jiang Xinran's family is almost dominated.

   When they saw a particularly outstanding painting, they couldn't remember for a while, except for Jiang Xinran.

Several people from   Art Association moved very fast, and they soon found Yu Yong here.

Yu Yong who received the call was also shocked.

  "The president called me, do you still want to bring you?" He has a good connection in the painting association, and he quickly asked the truth from other people.

After    asked, he was pleasantly surprised, but also surprised.

The president is a member of the Beijing General Association. Several people in the General Association have even surpassed Yu Yong himself in painting. Although the painting Jiang Xinran sent to the competition was good, Yu Yong also had some self-knowledge and didn't think of her painting. It is more powerful than those monsters of the Beijing General Association.

  So he was surprised at the reason why the chairman was so anxious to see him.

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at the same time.

  Zhao Fan drove Meng Fu to the hotel.

   "I'll talk to you about "A Day in a Star". After you finish eating, call Brother Cheng and he will pick you up." Before Meng Fu got out of the car, Zhao Fan told her.

  Meng Fu put on sunglasses and nodded vaguely to show that he knew.

  Old man Jiang knows that Meng Fu has always been not late, so if Meng Fu was invited to dinner this time, he arrived early.

   also specially asked Jiang Quan to come.

  There was Jiang Xinchen sitting beside him.

  Jiang Xinchen was a little restless. He was forced to come by Mr. Jiang. After knowing that he had not apologized to Meng Fu, Mr. Jiang bluntly asked him to apologize to Meng Fu face to face.

  Meng Fu hasn't arrived yet. When Grandpa Jiang waited, he remembered that Jiang Quan said that Meng Fu asked him to test his DNA, and his heart moved.

  Just before asking, Meng Fu pushed open the box door and came in.

  "Fu'er." Seeing Meng Fu coming in, Mr. Jiang stood up directly.

  Jiang Quan didn't speak, only pulled the chair beside her and let her sit down.

   Jiang Xinchen did not dare to look up at Meng Fu.

  The menu here was prepared by the old man a long time ago. It is basically according to Meng Fu's taste. When he saw Meng Fu, he still pushed the menu over and let Meng Fu look at it.

  Meng Fu took it, glanced at the dishes they had ordered, and the whole process took only one second: "No need to add, these will do."

  Old man Jiang watched her reaction, his heart was stagnant, and he felt that Meng Fu was still angry.

  He turned to Jiang Quan: "Why hasn't Zhenling come yet?"

  Originally, Mr. Jiang didn’t plan to let Yu Zhenling come today. When Yu Zhenling heard that they were eating, she took the initiative to say that she wanted to apologize to Meng Fu.

  Yu Zhenling is also Meng Fu’s mother. Father Jiang hoped that there would be no gap between the two of them, so he agreed without much thought.

  This point is already agreed by them.

  I still haven't seen Yu Zhenling's figure.

  Old man Jiang looked at Jiang Xinchen and asked him to call Yu Zhenling.

  Jiang Xinchen has been fidgeting all the time. At this moment, the old man asked him to call. He finally had something to do, so he took out his cell phone and called Yu Zhenling.

  Yu Zhenling answered very slowly, and when the phone was about to hang up, she finally answered the phone.

   "Mom," Jiang Xinchen lowered his voice, "Why haven't you come yet?"

Yu Zhenling, who was already on her way to the Painting Association, was talking to Jiang Xinran about her paintings. Both knew that it was the president who was looking for her. After hearing Jiang Xinchen's words, she was quite perfunctory, looking at the background galloping past the window. , Just hurriedly said: "The chief of the painting association is looking for Xinran. I will accompany Xinran to the painting association now. I don't have time to eat. Your grandfather, I will say."

  She has always understood etiquette, and after hanging up the phone, she specifically called the old man.

  After the old man answered the phone, his eyebrows were covered with frost.

  Jiangquan was sitting next to the old man, and the old man could not avoid it, he naturally heard what Yu Zhenling said.

  "Let’s have dinner," Old Man Jiang’s face turned to Meng Fu, and then changed again in an instant, "Fuer, first give me some autographed photos. The company manager’s daughter is your fan..."

  The two talked. Jiang Quan was listening while he was a bit surprised. Is the manager's daughter a fan of Meng Fu?

  Meng Fu took out two autographed photos to Mr. Jiang.

   Jiang Quan took a casual look.

  Look at it at will, but at a glance, I saw the words on the signature photo. It is not a popular art word, but a grass word signed with a black pen.

  "You wrote this?" Jiang Quan was stunned.

   "Yeah." Meng Fu glanced at the table that there was no wine, only tea and milk, and she leaned back on the chair.

  Not on the road.

  Jiangquan has always known that Meng Fu’s early education has not kept up. When she first entered the entertainment industry, he had vaguely heard of her because of her English problem.

  But she didn't expect her to write wildly.

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  After hanging up the call.

  In the car, Jiang Xinran, who suppressed his excitement, leaned back on the door and turned to Yu Zhenling, "Mom, if you don't go..."

   "Your business is more important." Yu Zhenling patted Jiang Xinran's hand to signal her peace of mind.

  The status of the Painting Association in T City is irreplaceable. Yu Yong, a vice president, is enough to be as famous as the Jiang family in some respect, but he and the president are still not the same.

  Everyone inside knows that the people of the T City Painting Association Beijing General Association, faintly side by side with the T City Lord.

  T City Lord is the real overlord of one party.

  This kind of person suddenly saw Jiang Xinran, how could Yu Zhenling care about Meng Fu.

  Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and smiled, and did not speak any more. She was no less excited than Yu Zhenling now.

  The car galloped all the way and soon arrived at the T City General Painting Association.

  The gate of the General Association is magnificently built, and the two stone lions at the gate are very chronological.

  The security guard at the gate knew Jiang Xinran's car and let him go when she saw her car.

  Yu Yong waited for Jiang Xinran under the office building. When the people arrived, he didn't talk too much, and while taking Jiang Xinran to the middle of the building, he gave Jiang Xinran the science chairman.

   "I've seen him twice," Yu Yong lowered his voice, "He is very powerful, if you can be seen and pointed out by him, it will be more useful than your A-level booth..."

  Jiang Xin nodded, she naturally knew this.

  In the office.

The chairman stood by the window with his hands folded, and when the staff brought in Yu Yongjiang Xinran, he turned to look at Jiang Xinran, his eyes faintly, "You are the painter? Can you tell me about the artistic conception of painting? "

  Yu Yong did not speak, but only used the light to signal Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran took a deep breath. These are common problems in painting. She had drafts on the road. At this time, she talked more eloquently: "When I painted this painting, I was thinking of a picture of a hundred flowers contending for beauty, everything. ..."

When the president heard the second sentence, his expression faded. Out of education, he did not interrupt Jiang Xinran's words. He only glanced at the people around him. The people around him immediately went out and took another one. A picture comes in.

  After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, he shook his head and unfolded the painting that the people around him had just brought in: "You painted this Hundred Flowers Picture, right? Enough proficiency and lack of aura."

  He put the painting aside and opened another box, "I'm talking about this old man with a dead wood. Look, you know it."

  Yu Yong looked at the box, stunned.

  He recognized it. This was the box Jiang Quan gave him last time.

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  　　 good morning everyone

  (End of this chapter)