There are indeed B-level and A-level booths in the art exhibition.
Butler Jiang also knew this because of Jiang Xinran, but these A-level and B-level booths were prepared for people who had made achievements in the industry and had certain reputations and qualifications.
A genius like Jiang Xinran who can enter the provincial level C-level booth before he is twenty is already a rare talent.
Are B-level and A-level booths accessible to everyone
Is this Chinese cabbage
"Ms. Meng, you may not know something. This is different from the entertainment industry. Anyone can enter the entertainment industry, but in the art world, booths of this level are not just available." Butler Jiang smiled.
Meng Fu ignored him, just thought of something and looked at Jiang Quan.
Jiang Quan was thinking about whether there were any painting teachers in the circle, and noticed the look in her eyes: "What's wrong?"
Meng Fu touched his chin with his finger, "Just... did you really do a DNA test two years ago?"
"You are talking nonsense again and having random thoughts." When Jiang Quan heard Meng Fu's words, he felt that she suspected that he was not her biological child because of Yu Zhenling's words. He was a little angry: "Your mother took the test to the hospital with her own hands, and I also I’ve read the report to you, can it still be false?”
"Don't be angry," Meng Fu reached out and patted Jiang Quan's shoulder. She licked her lips and smiled, "I just asked casually."
Jiang Quan looked at the furnishings in the room through her. From his point of view, they were very simple.
Meng Fu arrived home safely before Jiang Quan went downstairs.
When he turned around, he subconsciously glanced at the door opposite Meng Fu. Opposite was an iron door with nothing on it.
The environment of this community is indeed not good, the security guards are lazy, there are almost no access control, and Meng Fu lives alone.
Jiang Quan was a little worried about the security of the community.
When he returned to Jiang's house, he was still thinking about this issue.
Yu Zhenling asked one more question while applying the facial mask.
"I'm just worried about Fu'er's accommodation. Her neighborhood is the same one she rented two years ago. It's an old neighborhood. The security is not very good. I don't trust her." Jiang Quan said.
"If you don't live at home, you can live outside. She doesn't go to school. Which campus does she live in? You don't have to worry about it." Yu Zhenling patted the mask on her face.
"I want her to move to Xinran's place." Jiang Quan thought for a moment.
Speaking of which, Jiang Xinran often lived outside. She succeeded in the high school entrance examination. Yu Zhenling was so pleased that she did so well in the high school entrance examination that she personally bought a single-family house next to No. 1 Middle School and had a maid.
Jiang Xinran would be there during evening classes and during lunch breaks. In order for Jiang Xinran to study with peace of mind, Yu Zhenling spent a lot of money.
"Don't do this nonsense. Xinran often paints there. It's still an important period in the senior year of high school. I don't dare to disturb Xinran." Yu Zhenling frowned and wanted to say something else. Thinking about Jiang Quan, she lowered her head again. With an eyebrow, he sighed and showed weakness: "If you want her to go, just let her go. The only thing is, you can't disturb Xinran's work and study."
**
The next day.
Six o'clock in the morning.
A big man in black stood outside Meng Fu's door.
There were a bunch of flyers and advertisements posted on Meng Fu's door, which dazzled everyone.
He knocked on the door three times without looking sideways, but no one answered.
The big man stopped his hand and looked back at Su Cheng: "Miss Meng probably hasn't gotten up yet. You go back first. I'll wait here..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Su Cheng, who was leaning on the handrail of the stairs with his arms folded across his chest, looking downstairs.
The big man was startled, and then he looked over, but saw nothing. After about a few seconds, he finally saw a head wearing a black baseball cap.
No need to look at the face, this lazy and a bit cool character is definitely Meng Fu.
Meng Fu took off his peaked cap, then took off the Bluetooth headset on the other side, and raised his head: "Sorry, I met a troublesome man downstairs."
Su Cheng was still leaning on the stairs. He was wearing a shirt today and no tie. He was buttoned neatly to the last button. He was cold and dignified. His eyes that looked over casually were a little warm, still the same as when they first met. Appearance: "No problem."
Meng Fu smiled, said nothing, opened the door and went in to get what he needed.
The big man in black waited for her to go in, then looked at Su Cheng and said in a low voice: "Brother Cheng, did you hear Miss Meng coming upstairs just now?"
The big man in black fell into deep self-doubt. Meng Fu just came upstairs. Is he really...
Not a sound was heard.
It shouldn't be.
Su Cheng glanced at him briefly, "Laifu should be able to hear it."
The big man in black: "..."
Feeling offended.
**
"His name is Su Di." Su Cheng waited for Meng Fu to finish getting her things before sending her to the company and introducing the big man in black to him. "I may have something to do recently. I won't be here. If you have any emergency, just call him."
Hearing Su Cheng's words, the big man in black looked at the rearview mirror in shock.
Soon we arrived at Meng Fu's "Best Idol" training camp.
Su Cheng took a black mask from his pocket, put it on himself, and accompanied Meng Fu in.
The program has a lot of shots, and Su Cheng will wear a mask wherever there are shots.
However, with his appearance and temperament, he is very rare in the entertainment industry, let alone in this program group. He is unique and it is troublesome not to wear a mask.
"Brother Cheng, you are here." Zhao Fan kept waiting for the two of them at the door with his mobile phone. He finally saw the two of them coming and breathed a sigh of relief, "Hurry in, Teacher Xi has been here early!"
"I understand, Sister Zhao." Meng Fu raised his hand.
Su Cheng stopped when he entered the camera area.
Meng Fu waved behind him and said goodbye to Su Cheng. Before he left, a faint voice came from behind, saying unhurriedly: "Meng Fu."
His voice is also soft, like the wind blowing across the lake, as soft as the warm sun in winter. Even if it is not voice controlled, it will still sound pleasant.
Meng Fu put his hands in his pockets and turned his head, raising his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Su Cheng's smile was a little shallow: "If you don't want to participate in the draft again, you can leave at any time."
Meng Fu smiled and didn't reply.
Zhao Fan looked at the two of them talking to each other: "..."
Does she look like the backdrop
"How many contracts did you sign for me?" Meng Fu walked forward and asked Zhao Fan casually.
She knew that she must have signed the contract.
"In order to let you in, I poured millions into the program team. Our company is losing money, and the program team also seems to have signed a bet. I hope someone will go international this year." Zhao Fan took her to the changing room and lowered his voice. vocal channel.
"There will be." Meng Fu changed into a coat.
"How do you say this?" Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu.
Meng Fu buttoned up his shirt patiently: "I'm here, don't be afraid."
Zhao Fan: "...you?"
Although Zhao Fan thinks that his own artists are good in everything, looking at the online voting, there is not even a slight gap in popularity between Zhao Fan and Ye Shuning. There is still a gap. Ye Shuning's basic skills are too strong. In the end, this show is about comprehensive competition. Quality, listening to Meng Fu's words, she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Meng Fu straightened the clothes on her collar slowly. Under the slanting sunlight outside the window, her expression was lazy and casual: "It's just me."