Meng Fu heard this and knew the cause and effect.
A few months ago, after Yan Langfeng saw her painting, he told her to put her painting in the library of T City.
In modern times, freehand painting is highly praised, but there are very few people who are top-notch in freehand painting, and even fewer can achieve results, because freehand painting pays attention to the charm and form, and if you want to achieve results, you need a certain amount of talent.
Meng Fu's paintings are different from the paintings of other freehand paintings of the Painting Association, but tend to be more ancient in the style of freehand masters. This kind of style cannot be developed overnight.
After Yan Langfeng confirmed Meng Fu's age, he only used the phrase "God will reward you with rice" to describe Meng Fu's naturally formed character.
The lower four floors of the library are for students. After he put the paintings there, the members of the T City Painting Association developed a freehand dead wood style.
So after the show was broadcast, Meng Fu's words "painted by myself" and "original" attracted the attention of several people who knew the painting.
Most of these artists, like Yu Yong, are more or less aloof, and are very angry at Meng Fu's practice of "plagiarism" and "creating characters."
Especially these days, artists are looked down upon in other industries. There is a saying that often appears online - "Nowadays, anyone can really be a star."
Meng Fu has been on fire recently, and there are a lot of opponents waiting for her to make a mistake. If this happens this time, countless people will step on her.
In order to protect Meng Fu, people from Shengyu held a press conference to publicly apologize in order to minimize the impact. However, even if it was minimized, it still had a relatively large impact on Meng Fu.
Even the stock price of Chengyu has fluctuated.
Sheng Entertainment's public relations and senior management were all dizzy over this matter. When he heard Meng Fu's words, Manager Sheng nodded. While using his mobile phone to contact the public relations department for a press conference, he said: "Then you can draw naturally. It can’t be called copying…”
Halfway through the words, he seemed to have come to his senses and raised his head, "You, you mean... the one in the T City Painting Association Library... was... painted by you?"
When the vice president and secretary walked to the door, they didn't want to hear what Meng Fu had to say. They misplaced their feet and almost tripped over themselves.
Meng Fu listened to the sound of milk cartons being thrown into the trash can and yawned indifferently: "I drew that several years ago. My teacher put it in the library four months ago."
She was calm and relaxed from beginning to end, leaning back in her chair, looking drowsy, but what she said was not a joke at all.
"How do you prove that it was painted by you? Does the Painting Association have records?" The vice president who was about to leave turned back when he heard Meng Fu's painting. "You have to think clearly, this is the Painting Association. If you lie, they will It was easy to expose, and our Shengyu stock fell several points because of it.”
"If there is proof, it would be best if it could be presented to the press conference at 3pm."
He looked at Meng Fu, his eyes dark and his expression serious, not as angry and cold as before, but his expression was well managed, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the vice president believed Meng Fu or not.
"I don't know. Wait, I'll ask my teacher." Meng Fu took out his cell phone and made a WeChat call to Yan Langfeng.
Yan Langfeng answered the call within two rings. On the other end of the phone, he put down his teacup and raised his eyebrows: "Disciple, don't tell me that you don't want to participate in the art exhibition judging panel."
"That's not true," Meng Fu thought for a while, then turned on the speakerphone and told him about the Dead Tree Picture, "So now I want to prove that the picture is mine. You ask the people in T City to issue a certificate to I need it for the afternoon press conference."
"Is there such a thing?" Yan Langfeng narrowed his eyes slightly. He stood up and walked to the window. He lowered his head and looked at the time on his watch: "Those fools on the Internet, they won't believe you even if you give them proof. When will you hold a press conference? ?”
"Three o'clock." Meng Fu replied.
"Three o'clock? That's still in time," Yan Langfeng raised his eyebrows, "Well, I'll ask Xiao Shen to come to your press conference."
Meng Fu nodded, "That's quite convenient."
After she finished speaking, Yan Langfeng knew that there was nothing else to do, and she did not refuse to be a judge, so she started to complain, "Look, there is nothing interesting in the entertainment industry. Apart from being trolls and trolls, the Painting Association is better..."
"Teacher, if nothing happens," Meng Fu knew that if the conversation continued, her teacher would ask her to give up the entertainment industry and return to the Painting Association. "I'll hang up now. I'm too tired recently."
"Then take a good rest and don't be tired..." Yan Langfeng warned Meng Fu again before hanging up the phone.
Meng Fu waited for Yan Langfeng to hang up, then looked up at the vice president and then at Manager Sheng, "Should it be okay now?"
Although a few people didn't know who the teacher on Meng Fu's phone was, they could understand from listening to the conversation between the two that Meng Fu was a "judge" and casually asked "Those people in T City to issue a certificate". This teacher of Fu is not simple.
The vice president looked at Meng Fu, changed his previous attitude, and his expression became much gentler, "Meng Fu, is the Xiao Shen your teacher just mentioned a member of the T City Painting Association?"
"Of course." Meng Fu nodded.
"That's good. I see you're quite tired, so go back and rest. Come downstairs to the company at 2:30 in the afternoon. We'll have a press conference on time at 3 o'clock." The vice president continued to smile, and then tilted his head to ask the secretary to send Meng Fu off. Go downstairs.
The vice president and Manager Sheng Yi Tong took Meng Fu to the elevator. When the elevator door closed, the vice president couldn't help but look at Manager Sheng: "Meng Fu knows how to paint Chinese paintings? Who is she from the Painting Association? Why not?" Did you do marketing?”