The circle that Ruize can interact with is definitely different from Su Xian's.
"Formula?" The second elder looked up.
As a neutral force in the capital, the Fang team has never been biased towards any one family.
Su Xian took the cup on one side but didn't drink it. She looked at the door and was slightly lost in thought, "Well, let's ask Team Fang first if he is in contact with this circle."
The two people here are talking.
Su Cheng also got in the car.
Su Di called him. Su Cheng put Dabai in the back seat, turned on the Bluetooth headset, and answered Su Di's call.
"Miss Meng has arrived and is talking to Sister Fan." Su Di adjusted the fire on the stove with one hand. He glanced in the direction of the hall and lowered his voice slightly: "Master, I didn't find anything. Do you want to continue?"
At a red light, Su Cheng stopped the car and was silent for a long time before speaking: "Where's the other one?"
"In the original slum murder case, the core information was in the Investigation Bureau, which has very high authority. Only she should know the extent of M Xia's injuries at that time. There are many rumors on the road," Su Di opened the lid and pondered for a while. , then spoke, "I don't think the rumors that she died are credible."
"Yes." Su Cheng responded lightly and hung up the phone.
When the light turned green, he turned the steering wheel and drove in the direction of Beijing University.
Not long after, we arrived at our residence.
Meng Fu received Su Xian’s WeChat message—
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Meng Fu was confused by Su Xian's WeChat emoticon, so she casually replied with a "thank you" emoticon.
"Sister Fan, do you still have my album?" Meng Fu has only released one album, which was all songs sung by others. It was a limited edition with only 5,000 copies. Rumor has it that it was sold out in 0.1 seconds.
It is now out of print on the market.
"Album?" Zhao Fan thought for a moment, "I'll go to the studio to look for it. I'm not sure if there's any left. Do you want to give it to your classmate?"
"No," Meng Fu raised his head and glanced in the direction of the door, "I have a friend whose brother's girlfriend is a fan of mine."
This relationship was a bit confusing, so Zhao Fan stopped thinking about this complicated relationship and followed Meng Fu's gaze and looked up.
Outside the door, Su Cheng came back.
He did not continue to hold the goose rope in his hand. One end of the rope was wrapped around the goose's neck. He was walking in front, and Dabai followed behind him twisting and turning.
Its hair has been maintained, and the beautician specially trimmed it into a good shape.
Su Cheng must have just taken him to take a bath. He smelled of money from head to toe.
"Brother Cheng, have you seen "A Day in the Life of a Star"?" Zhao Fan raised his head and asked Su Cheng, "I just confirmed with the producer. The time is just right and it is staggered with the GDL audition."
"Look, I made a reservation with them." Su Cheng lowered his head and glanced at Dabai.
Dabai waddled to the bathroom.
The bathroom was specially built later, with a small pit dedicated to Dabai.
Zhao Fan looked around Dabai, then sighed to Meng Fu, "Money can make a goose obedient."
Meng Fu took a look at Dabai, then came back completely convinced and asked Su Cheng, "How did you educate this goose?"
After all, even Yang Hua has nothing to do with it.
In Taoist temples, it is even more impressive.
"Let it watch TV for a day," Su Cheng said casually, "When do you have to take the exam?"
"October 9th." Meng Fu looked back at Dabai and sighed.
Then he went back to the room to get his password box. When Zhao Fan came, he specially brought her password box with him.
Outside, Zhao Fan frowned slightly. She planned the time. On October 9th, she would go directly to record "Star" after the exam. Later, she would have to follow the GDL team. "Brother Cheng, can the school give me a leave?"
When I was in high school, I asked Zhou Jin for leave. Zhou Jin also set goals for Meng Fu. Zhao Fan had attended college, but Meng Fu didn't study in the performance department. Asking for a long leave was equivalent to dropping out of school.
"These are not problems," Su Cheng turned on the TV. The network connected to the TV was Meng Fu's last episode of "Haunted House" that was broadcast in Su Di. "You have to control the public relations side."
Meng Fu has only had one variety show recently, "Haunted House".
**
In the room, Meng Fu opened her password box. There were several books in it, and she took out one of them.
The cover is crumpled.
If there were any staff responsible for the filming of "The Most Odd" here, they would definitely be able to tell that this was the "Difficult and Miscellaneous Diseases of Swine Diseases" that Meng Fu had read back then.
Meng Fu turned a page casually. There was no long paragraph of text in it, nor did it describe any pictures of pigs.
There is only a diagram of the human body structure, and several acupuncture points are clearly described on the diagram.
She put the book down and took out another ancient book.
This time it is a very thick book.
Meng Fu lowered his head and flipped through the classics. At this time, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Meng Fu took out the cell phone and looked at it. It was Mr. Jiang.
She sends two videos to Mr. Jiang every week. When she received a call from Mr. Jiang, Meng Fu was not surprised. She put the phone to her ear and said, "Grandpa."
"Fu'er," Mr. Jiang is still awake, his voice sounds full of energy, "Have you been studying hard recently?"
"Fortunately, the exam is about to take place." Meng Fu pondered for a while thinking about Class 2.
"Test?" Mr. Jiang asked with concern: "Can you keep up? University is not as good as high school."
Meng Fu thought for a moment, and she was not sure about the difficulty of the test in the fragrance department. "It should be okay, right?"
Mr. Jiang nodded and said, "That's good. You haven't had anything to worry about lately, right? As an artist, you have to take care of your studies at the same time. Don't work too hard. If you have anything, just call grandpa."
Every time Mr. Jiang talked to him on the phone, he always said these words, and Meng Fu was used to it.
"Come back when you have time. Grandpa wants to see you for something." On the other end of the phone, Mr. Jiang sat back on his chair and said quickly: "It's not a big deal. You should finish your own business first and then come back. In the past two days, It’s okay for a month, grandpa hasn’t seen you for a long time.”
Meng Fu leaned back in his chair, raised his eyebrows, and revealed the truth ruthlessly: "Didn't I go back to eat with dogs when I was recording the show last week?"
Mr. Jiang hesitated: "...you are not as fun as my little sisters!"
He hung up the phone angrily.
In T City, opposite Mr. Jiang, Jiang Quan silently raised his head and glanced at Mr. Jiang.
"What are you looking at? Do you have big eyes?" Mr. Jiang raised his head, indifferently.
Jiang Quan quickly apologized: "No, my eyes are not as big as Fu'er."
Mr. Jiang glanced at Jiang Quan and called Su Cheng again. Su Cheng gave him more face than Meng Fu. Seeing that Mr. Jiang had something to do, he directly gave him a range, "Is October okay? She will take the exam on October 9th. over."
He didn't ask Mr. Jiang what he wanted to do.
"October is okay, don't make her too tired." After Mr. Jiang told Su Cheng, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt much better.
Seeing that the two of them hung up the phone, Jiang Quan poured Mr. Jiang a cup of tea, "Dad, why do you want Fu'er to come back? She doesn't make as many announcements as before, and is too busy to touch the floor."
Jiang Quan also visited Meng Fu and knew his schedule for the day.
Apart from filming, she also has studies and painting assignments assigned to her by the president.
"Make a will and give me a share of the shares in my name." Mr. Jiang took the tea, took a sip, and said slowly.
"Will?" When Jiang Quan heard this, he couldn't help but look up at Mr. Jiang, "You..."
"It's almost done." Mr. Jiang glanced at Jiang Quan, slapped him with a cane, put it against his lips, and coughed twice: "I can't enjoy happiness yet? Have you ever seen anyone at such a young age still working in the company? commonplace?!"
Now that Jiang Quan has enough execution ability, Mr. Jiang is not worried that he will not be able to handle Nuo Da's family business.
Jiang Xinchen has also grown up since last time.
Jiang Quan: "..."
He has never seen anyone who is so old still fighting for tickets with a group of young girls.
But he didn't dare to say it.
At home, Mr. Jiang's majesty is engraved in everyone's hearts.
Only Meng Fu has enjoyed his gentleness. He, Jiang Xinchen and others all grew up under the care of Mr. Jiang and often went to kneel in the ancestral hall.
"Xinran, you should also go and inform me," Mr. Jiang said, pondering slightly, "After all, you raised me."
Shareholders Jiang Xinran and Yu Zhenling are not qualified for this.
However, when Jiang Xinran was in the Jiang family, he also gave the Jiang family a lot of convenience. Mr. Jiang also hoped that Jiang Xinran would not complain to Meng Fu because of this, so as to build a good relationship for Meng Fu.
Jiang Quan nodded and divided the shares. This was indeed a big deal. No wonder the old man wanted Meng Fu to come back.
**
Meng Fu has not made any big announcements in the past two months, and only shot a magazine in the capital.
The rest of the time I spend reading books in the fragrance department.
"These are all the questions from previous years' assessments," Liang Si handed a copied document to Meng Fu in the cafeteria, "Take a look."
In the past two days, she saw that Meng Fu did not watch TV anymore and read the notes he gave her every day. When Duan Yan demonstrated spices to everyone, she also watched carefully. Liang Si confirmed that Meng Fu was serious about staying in the fragrance department. .
Meng Fu put down his chopsticks, took them, and thanked him: "Thank you, senior sister."
"It's okay," Liang Si looked at Meng Fu, "Don't be too stressed. This matter has nothing to do with you."
"Yeah." Meng Fu lowered his head and took a mouthful of rice.
After eating, return the plate to the recycling area and use your notebook to adjust the fragrance.
As soon as she returned, two people in the class waved to her, "Brother Fu, come and take a look at this. I passed the test last year. It's easy to pass the test this year..."
One man and one woman, also from Duan Yan's group.
Meng Fu walked over and sat across from the two of them. She lowered her head and glanced at the information above. It was a niche spice that she had never heard of. Listen carefully.
She has seen many medicinal materials, but has been exposed to few spices that have no special effects.
Meng Fu was serious and his talent was obvious to others.
By analogy, she is much better than the average person when it comes to spices.
During this time, everyone in the second class realized this.
In the practice class, Liang Si stood at the back door. Seeing Meng Fu listening attentively to the conversation between the two, Liang Si couldn't help but purse her lips.
"Isn't this what you wanted to see most from the beginning?" Duan Yan walked over from behind and asked.
Liang Si looked at Meng Fu's back and sighed: "Junior sister is very talented. Senior brother, give her time, and she can reach your level. I'll go find Professor Feng!"
**
Not long after, Feng Zhi left the office and came to the lounge.
Outside, Feng Xiu was about to push the door open and put his hand on the door, but paused. He raised his hand to tell the subordinates beside him to be silent.
The door to the lounge was ajar, and the sound of Feng Zhi could be heard inside.
Feng Zhi's assistant handed the coffee to Feng Zhi and lowered his voice, "Professor, don't think about it anymore..."
"Duan Yan, Liang Si, Meng Fu," Feng Zhi smiled bitterly, "That's enough. Now there is another Meng Fu. How can you make me not think about it."
"Liang Si said that Meng Fu's talent may be as good as Duan Yan's," the assistant said softly, feeling sorry for the three of them, "These three should have gone to Class 1 in the first place."
At this point, the assistant couldn't help but shake his head, "What a pity..."
Although he comforted Feng Zhi that his class might pass 50%, or that Duan Yan could reach the S level of Grade 3, he also understood that this was not just to comfort Feng Zhi.
Upon hearing this, the feudal cultivator outside immediately retracted his hand.
He didn't continue walking to the lounge, and went straight back to his office without saying a word.
"Feng Yuan, this..." The subordinates beside Feng Xiu obviously heard the conversation in the office and couldn't help but raise their heads and look at Feng Xiu.
Feng Xiu frowned, "Show me Meng Fu's information."
Feng Xiu had no doubt about the talents of Duan Yan and Liang Si, but Meng Fu... Feng Xiu had some doubts.
Meng Fu has been in the fragrance department for so long, but Feng Xiu has never seen Meng Fu's information.
This is the first time I have asked to see his information.
In less than ten minutes, his subordinates retrieved Meng Fu's files and handed them to Feng Xiu: "Feng Yuan."