Having said this, President Yan looked at Meng Fu and fell silent again.
Most of the people in the Painting Association are pure and noble, as pure as the breeze and bright moon, and will not be contaminated by worldly things like money. Almost no one takes them seriously.
In ancient times, there was a saying that people would not bow down for five buckets of rice, and today's painting associations are no different.
Chairman Yan never expected—
He politely talked to her in person, but she didn't agree. In the end, she agreed with only 400,000 yuan.
President Yan’s heart is very complicated.
His face is not worth 400,000 yuan.
He held the tea cup and went back in no hurry. He introduced his situation to Meng Fu, "You only have one senior brother. He is in the capital and is currently the chief painter of the younger generation. I will recommend him to you later. What? Then you go to the capital and meet him."
Chairman Yan is very strict in selecting his disciples. In all these years, he has only accepted one disciple, and Meng Fu is the second one.
The two apprentices are both good and bad.
President Yan lowered his head and took another sip of tea: "As for my apprenticeship ceremony, if you have any ideas, if you don't have any ideas, just follow your senior brother's specifications."
When Meng Fu saw that Chairman Yan had no intention of rejecting her, she breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing his words, she blinked her eyes and seemed a little embarrassed: "Master, I have some personal reasons and it is not convenient for me to show my face for the time being. Can you please Look, this ceremony..."
President Yan: "...Aren't you a star?"
No, it’s not easy for you to show off your face
Meng Fu slapped Chairman Yan on the shoulder and said, "Master, for now, for now."
She hit people on the shoulders with just the right amount of force. Chairman Yan had been bending down to paint all year round and had some cervical spondylosis. She squeezed him and he felt much better.
President Yan was very cold and stern. He couldn't do it for the time being. His voice was as solemn as ever: "Since it's not convenient for you to show your face, it's okay. We'll make up for it when it's convenient for you."
Meng Fu lowered his eyebrows and his hands became lighter: "Thank you, Master."
"Also, you must have passed the preliminary round." President Yan remembered something again. "The semi-finals will begin soon. The theme is Great Country. You must prepare your painting. Your painting style has its own style. But you are not proficient enough. From today on, you will copy a painting every day, and I will send you the paintings your senior brother has copied later."
Meng Fu nodded, it was just like Teacher Zhou giving her exercises every week.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, remembering something, and slowed down her shoulder pinching: "Master, do you need to leave a name on the semi-final painting? You see, I will be a member of the Painting Association from now on, do I need to have a resounding stage name?"
Painting associations can have stage names, but most people have more real names.
Chairman Yan uses his real name.
Chairman Yan didn't agree with Meng Fu's request, but considering that Meng Fu said it was not convenient for her to show her face, he reluctantly agreed, "What a loud stage name?"
Meng Fu smiled: "I want to make money every day."
Chairman Yan: “…”
Be concise, clear-cut, and crisp.
As expected of you, Meng Fu.
"Master, doesn't this name sound nice?" Meng Fu smiled.
President Yan: “… very individual.”
He has always been serious, and no one in the Painting Association dares to smile with him. His only apprentice also respects him very much.
It was the first time I met someone like Meng Fu. He spoke "Master" very sweetly. He had a well-behaved face and pinched his back and shoulders. Chairman Yan, who had been strict for many years, met such a person for the first time. He couldn't hold back his cold face. Come down.
Okay, if you want to make money, make money.
He said "hmm" and said, "I'll help you change this."
"Thank you, teacher." Meng Fu squeezed his shoulders more diligently, "I was criticized for this painting. I don't know why, but you still have a good vision."
Four hundred thousand.
"I don't know what you mean?" Chairman Yan frowned. Although Meng Fu's painting has some obscure traces, these can be completely ignored because the painting is full of charm and the bones are visible in the ink: "Your painting has muscles and bones. In fact, it is It’s rare. How can you say that your painting is insignificant? Don’t listen to these words. You are very talented. When your senior brother started learning painting, his aura was not as good as yours.”
Anyone who knows painting knows the aura of Meng Fu's painting, but if she can't even look down on it, how high-minded does the other person have to be
Even the president of the Beijing Painting Association dared not say this.
He was probably just a half-baked painter who didn't understand painting, which had wasted Meng Fu for so many years.
When Meng Fu heard Chairman Yan's painting, he couldn't help but touch his nose and didn't dare to say anything else.
After the two discussed it, Meng Fu personally sent the teacher off.
"Your security guard didn't let me drive in just now," Chairman Yan's car was not downstairs. He explained to Meng Fu, "I was anxious, so I asked someone to park the car outside the gate. You are alone, so don't drive in." I’ll go out on my own.”
This community was a bit dark, with few people, and the lights seemed to have not been changed for a long time. It was extremely dark, and Chairman Yan insisted not to let Meng Fu send him out.
He had just refused when Meng Fu sent him down.
Meng Fu didn't say anything this time, he just stood there and watched Chairman Yan leave.
When Chairman Yan was no longer in sight, Meng Fu dragged his slippers and walked to the security desk at the door. The window was half open. Meng Fu stretched out his hand and knocked on the window.
The security guard was drowsy when he heard the sound and suddenly woke up.
Seeing the person standing outside the window clearly, he stood up with a roar: "Meng Meng Meng... Miss Meng."
"Don't panic," Meng Fu raised his hand, pointed in the direction where President Yan just left, and said calmly: "The person who just left is my respected master. You should respect him more in the future."
"Your master?" The security guard glared, his expression changed, and he spoke stumblingly, as if he was about to cry: "Yes, right, right..."
"Okay," Meng Fu picked his ears, "Just remember it from now on."
The security guard bowed to her, "Don't worry. I will definitely remember it!"
Meng Fu turned around, walked back, and waved at him casually to express his understanding.
After Meng Fu left, the security guard quickly adjusted the surveillance system, brought up a screenshot of President Yan's face, respectfully, and then saved it.
**
Here, President Yan returned to the car.
His expression was the same as before, but the driver could see that he was much happier than before.
The driver was a little surprised.
Chairman Yan sat in the car, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the contact, and made a call. The phone rang once and was picked up.
There was a very gentle voice on the other end of the phone, "Teacher."
"Well," President Yan hummed, his tone was very calm, "Xi Yuan, I just accepted a junior sister for you."
The person opposite should have been flipping through a book. When he heard President Yan's words, he paused and was very surprised: "Little junior sister?"
"Well, he's very talented." President Yan's tone softened a lot.
The teachers said that she was very talented. He Xiyuan knew that this little junior sister should be very outstanding. He went through the recent talented young students in his mind, but he couldn't get the right one. "Then you go back to Beijing and I will arrange for the admission." The apprenticeship ceremony."
Chairman Yan has not shown up in recent years, but his status in the Painting Association is lower than that of almost one person. There are countless people who want to be in his name. It took so many years to accept He Xiyuan.
This time he accepted another apprentice, so He Xiyuan naturally wanted to help his teacher do this.
His junior sister must have a good reputation, at least she cannot lose to the president's apprentice.
"That's not necessary, not for the time being." Chairman Yan shook his head.
He Xiyuan stood up and walked out the door, "Why?"
"You, my little junior sister, can't show your face. I signed her up for this youth competition, and she also used a stage name." President Yan turned his eyes to the car window. There were bright lights and busy traffic outside.
Can't show off
Are you using a stage name
Nowadays, almost no one in the Painting Association uses a stage name. They all use their real names. Unless they look too shabby, they don't mind showing their faces and names.
After all, this is also a world where faces are judged.
This little junior sister is unwilling to come forward or reveal her real name.
He Xiyuan is at the forefront of the painting circle and has countless fans. Although he is a very talented person in his own right, part of the reason is because he is good-looking and is called "Master Xiyuan" in the circle.
He Xiyuan knew very well and did not ask Chairman Yan the reason, "Then I will wait for your notification."
"Well," President Yan nodded. He looked away and said, "I'll push your junior sister to you, so you can get to know her."
Originally, he was going to recommend He Xiyuan to Meng Fu, but now he has a young apprentice—
Where is the senior brother waiting for the junior sister to join him
**
When Meng Fu returned home, he took another bottle of beer from the refrigerator and took the beer to the study room to continue researching his new medicine.
As soon as she sat on the chair and pulled the tab, her phone lit up.
It's a WeChat message.
Meng Fu clicked on it and saw a friend request—
Hello, junior sister, I am your senior brother He Xiyuan.
Meng Fu knew that this was her senior brother, so she agreed, filled in the "system remark name", and replied casually -
Hello, senior brother, I am Meng Fu, the master’s new disciple.
Then keep researching.
WeChat made a "ding'" sound.
Meng Fu turned around casually and saw the news from her senior brother.
He Xiyuan transfers to you 88888
He Xiyuan added: Junior sister, we are too late this time. When you come to the capital in the future, I will give you other greeting gifts.
Meng Fu's hand holding the powdered medicine paused.
She counted the numbers, looked at the five eights, did not click immediately, and replied -
Senior brother, I have also prepared a meeting gift for you. Please give me your address and I will send it to you.
He Xiyuan: Junior sister, you don’t need to give me a greeting gift.
Senior brother, you must accept it.
He Xiyuan had a headache. Junior Sister Qian hadn't confiscated the money yet. He Xiyuan couldn't help but take his mobile phone and walked downstairs. The corridor was decorated in a European style. When he saw a housekeeper passing by Qian, he raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute."
"Master?" The butler stopped.
He Xiyuan asked, "Can I receive express delivery at home?"
He has never bought anything online, and all expenses are arranged by the servant. On weekdays, the things that others give him are given to him in person or through the He family. Where he lives, I don't know if express delivery can be delivered.
"There is a courier point at the entrance to the park," the housekeeper replied respectfully, "What do you need? I can get it for you?"
"No, my master accepted a little junior sister for me." He Xiyuan asked about the delivery location, then took his mobile phone and called back to the little junior sister. Hearing the steward's question, he couldn't help but smile, "My little junior sister , you want to send me a gift."
"Old Yan has accepted a disciple?" The housekeeper grasped the key point, and there was another movement in the Painting Association.
Old Yan's apprentice is also He Xiyuan's junior sister.
She will not be allowed to walk sideways in the Painting Association from now on
He Xiyuan nodded, "But the news is still blocked now. We will wait until my junior sister comes to the capital."
"She's not from the capital?" The housekeeper got to the point. After hearing this, he looked at He Xiyuan, seemed to pause for a moment, and then said with disapproval: "Master, you don't lack anything. Logically speaking, you should be the one to give it. Your junior sister is preparing a meeting ceremony."
How can a junior sister give a senior brother a greeting gift
Especially when He Xiyuan still lacks everything.
Hearing the housekeeper's words, He Xiyuan just shook his head, laughed, and did not explain: "Please help me pay attention to what little girls in the 17s and 18s like, and prepare it for me."
When He Xiyuan said this, the housekeeper was surprised. He told himself to pay attention. Naturally, he was not an ordinary person. However, considering that this was Mr. Yan's only apprentice and a female apprentice, he was not surprised: "Okay, I'll look for it." Recent news from the auction house.”
Here, Meng Fu continued and saw that his senior brother had replied to the message.
Just clicked to confirm payment.
Meng Fu watched as the pocket money on WeChat turned into 88888.
She read the news, then clicked on He Xiyuan's information and changed the system notes from He Xiyuan to Senior Brother He—
Thank you, brother
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Senior Brother He: Junior sister, there’s no need to send me anything, I don’t need anything.
After Meng Fu finished her hair, she pulled out her chair and stood up, walking to the box in the corner. On the box were the spices she had prepared for Director Xu. The medicinal materials she bought this time were enough, and besides giving them to Director Xu, there was still a little left.
Meng Fu stood by the box and looked at it.
He Xiyuan said that he lacked nothing, and Meng Fu knew that his family background must be extraordinary.
She touched her chin and looked at the spices. She thought about it for about three minutes before picking up a black box and putting it in it, and will send it to He Xiyuan tomorrow.