This is what netizens are like at this stage, they follow the wind and become waves.
There is also a kind of sympathy that most people have for the weak, and there is no reason for moral kidnapping.
It often happens that one night passes and public opinion reverses instantly.
Some are extreme fans of Meng Fu, while others are die-hard fans of Jiang Xinran. After all, the mysterious name of Jiang Xinran, a member of the Painting Association, is quite bluffing.
Jiang Xinran hasn't said anything to the program team yet.
Fans are already orgasming themselves.
When passersby who don't know the situation come in, they look like a big star bullying an amateur who hasn't debuted yet.
Jiang Xinran put away her phone, took a deep breath, pursed her lips and walked to the emergency room. Judging from the situation, her expression was not good. In the middle of the journey, Tong Eryu called her. Jiang Xinran picked up the phone, and Tong Eryu's clear voice sounded on the other end of the phone. Voice: "We'll arrive tomorrow."
It was Jiang Xinran's first time to participate in such an important national exhibition, and the Tong family and the Luo family had already obtained internal tickets.
Old artists from all over the world will come to the National Exhibition, as well as a few people from the Federation. .
At such an important exhibition, the Luo family would not give up the opportunity to increase their contacts, not to mention, Jiang Xinran also had a booth and interviews.
After Tong Eryu finished speaking, Jiang Xinran didn't speak.
He realized something was wrong, "What's wrong?"
"The linkage between the program team and the booth is gone," Jiang Xinran said softly. She looked forward, "It was clearly agreed upon before, but the program team just said it was gone. It disappoints you and Mr. Luo."
Jiang Xinran had mentioned this linkage last time when he went back. A sudden change occurred at this time. Tong Eryu frowned, "Is it a problem with the program team?"
Jiang Xinran said nothing.
On the other end of the phone, Tong Eryu nodded, "I understand."
**
Yang Hua went out and just came back. Mrs. Yang saw a box in her hand and didn't know what it was.
Mrs. Yang used to hang out with the ladies, but now she follows Yang Hua and occasionally watches TV and variety shows.
An hour after Yang Hua went out, she also logged in to Weibo. Of course, she was different from everyone else on Weibo.
She scrolled through Weibo and directly searched for Meng Fu. After reading all of Meng Fu's Weibo posts, she logged out of Weibo.
She happened to see Jiang Xinran's Weibo and frowned.
All major marketing accounts are vampires. As long as they see Meng Fu's Weibo, they will repost it directly to increase the popularity. Things are getting worse and worse. Meng Fu's fan base is huge. Although most of them are rational fans, there are also some extreme fans. They had a falling out with Jiang Xinran.
This is the first time in history that an amateur can fight with a top-notch person.
Passers-by have preconceptions, and many people standing by Jiang Xinran just say -
If you have the ability, would you also get an exclusive interview and a booth? If you can't get it, turn off the microphone.
Mrs. Yang stood in front of a cluster of flowers, angry, "Does Ah Fu need to suppress her? I asked Yang Lai to raise 100 million for the National Exhibition!"
This kind of exhibition has clear investment. After all, it is organized by the Painting Association, which attracts countless investors, and Yang Lai also invests, so Mrs. Yang has a ticket in her hand. When Yang Hua came this time, she suddenly thought that there was a famous exhibition here.
Yang Hua didn't know what she was thinking about. When she heard that Mrs. Yang wanted to invest, she tilted her head and said, "Why invest 100 million?"
"Buy a booth for Ah Fu," Mrs. Yang said calmly, and had already switched back to WeChat to discuss with Yang Lai, "What are these?"
She told Yang Hua the whole story.
Yang Hua was silent for a moment, and then said, "Don't buy a booth. Ah Fu will definitely miss this one hundred million for a year."
"Then let them say it?" Mrs. Yang looked at the Weibo, still feeling uncomfortable. "This 100 million is not a loss. We also want to cooperate with the Painting Association in a federal exhibition, killing two birds with one stone."
Mainly because of what these netizens said, Mrs. Yang was really angry. She finally understood why there were so many trolls on the Internet.
Yang Hua looked at Mrs. Yang, knowing that she might not be able to persuade her, "Are you going to discuss it with Zhao Fan? What if they have other plans?"
Also, Meng Fu is not an ordinary person, she is a star first.
Mrs. Yang went to communicate with Zhao Fan first.
Mrs. Yang was on the phone with Zhao Fan.
Yang Hua opened his box. There was nothing else in the box. It was a box of black soil. As soon as he opened it, he could smell the earthy smell. This soil was different from ordinary black soil. Some of it was very hard.
Yang Hua spread the black soil and placed it under the hotel window so that the sun could shine directly.
After doing this, Mrs. Yang also came back, "Xiao Zhao said they have arrangements."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Yanghua's black soil and looked surprised, "What kind of soil is this?"
Yang Hua looked a little calm, "Go back and plant some flowers."
Mrs. Yang bent down slightly and looked at the soil, "How can flowers absorb nutrients if the soil is so hard?"
"I haven't planted it in two years, but it should be okay," Yang Hua stretched out her hand to touch the soil, paused, and said quietly, "I have to start a business to pay off my debts."
"Repay the debt?" Mrs. Yang didn't understand.
"Nothing," Yang Hua changed the subject, "There are several kinds of medicinal flowers in Xiangcheng. They are very beautiful and rare. I will take you to see them this afternoon."
Yang Hua knew too much about these flowers. Mrs. Yang looked at Yang Hua, thinking that Yang Hua had told her before that she grew flowers. She knew more about these flowers than the gardener Mrs. Yang hired: "You don't know how. He’s really a gardener, right?”
Yang Hua thought for a while, "Maybe?"
Mrs. Yang nodded, no wonder she changed her name to Yang Hua.
While the two were talking, someone knocked on the door outside.
"Who is coming at this time?" Mrs. Yang went to open the door.
The one who knocked on the door was the hotel attendant. She held a small packaged bag and said with a smile: "Is this Miss Yang? You have a courier receptionist to sign for it on your behalf."
Mrs. Yang didn't buy anything. She asked Yang Hua, "Is it yours?"
Yang Hua came out and took the express, "Yes, thank you."
"I sent flower seeds." Yang Hua opened the courier and took out a very finely packaged white flower seed.
In addition to flower seeds, there are also some fine tools.
Mrs. Yang found it very novel to see Yang Hua sitting on the table and using these tools to process flower seeds.
These tools were different from those used by the gardener she hired.
Mrs. Yang sat aside and looked at Yang Hua who was handling the flower seeds. Mrs. Yang was thoughtful and felt that Yang Hua looked a little mysterious now.
**
at the same time.
At the hotel where Su Di and others were staying, Zhao Fan was communicating with Yan Langfeng's assistant about the incident on Weibo.
"We rejected the linkage from the program team," Fang Yi was still busy at the moment, but Zhao Fan was very patient, "because you said Miss Meng didn't want to participate in the linkage."
Zhao Fan didn't know much about the Hong Kong Association and the Painting Association, so he just asked, "Does Brother Fu have a booth?"
"She must have it," Fang Yi didn't quite understand the reason for Zhao Fan's question, but he still told the truth, "In addition to levels C to A, our booth also has a special booth, the master booth. Three exhibition halls have been opened this year. Each exhibition hall has a master booth for those from the Painting Association. This year, the president’s booth is for Ms. Meng. She was originally the first in Exhibition A, but because it was moved to the Masters Exhibition, there is an extra spot in Category A. ”
"There are only two paintings in this year's Masters Exhibition, because most of the famous works of these masters were sent to the federal government, and their paintings were not applied for in the National Exhibition."
"These two paintings..." Fang Yi paused and said strangely, "Both are from our family."
The exhibition also established the status of these painters in their respective fields.
Master exhibitions are naturally a status symbol.
Therefore, if I have not applied for a painting, I would rather leave it empty than put it on display.
Yan Langfeng did not paint this year, but this year, he helped both of his apprentices apply for the Masters Exhibition, which is definitely a shock to the painting world.
But He Xiyuan doesn't care about this matter. Now the Painting Association can't even see others.
Not to mention Meng Fu, who has been in the entertainment industry.
But there must always be someone to support the scene at the National Exhibition, right
The National Exhibition gathers celebrities from all over the world. In addition to small interviews with people from Exhibition A, there is always someone from the Masters Exhibition to support the scene.
The people at the National Exhibition Center begged Yan Langfeng for a long time before Yan Langfeng reluctantly agreed to contact his two apprentices.
Zhao Fan: "..."
She didn't understand what the master exhibitions were about, but she knew that these exhibitions sounded a bit awesome.
Both paintings belong to Yan Langfeng's disciples. One is Meng Fu, and the other must be Meng Fu's senior brother.
It has absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Xinran.
She felt comfortable.
Zhao Fan hung up the phone, put the computer aside, and called the people in the studio. This time he was much calmer: "Jiang Xinran didn't clarify it, so you don't need to worry about it."
Do you like to enjoy the heat so much
Okay, let you rub it.
Jiang Xinran may not know it yet, but Ye Shuning, the last person to take advantage of Meng Fu's popularity, has already fallen outside the 36th line!
**
Meng Fu is still in the emergency room.
After receiving a patient with a food virus, there were fewer people in the emergency room. Meng Fu saw Dr. Chen talking to a nurse in the corridor.
After the nurse recorded what Dr. Chen said, she left directly.
Dr. Chen got off work early today because he has an important surgery tomorrow and needs to get off work early to rest.
After chatting with the nurse, Dr. Chen saw Meng Fu.
Meng Fu turned off the headset and went directly to Dr. Chen.
Dr. Chen also clicked on the headset.
The photographer looked at them and didn't get close.
"Qiao Le and I don't want to go into the operating room. Level 4 surgery is rare. It would be a waste for both of us. Qiao Le is not qualified to go to the operating table. I am an artist." Meng Fu stopped in the corridor and raised his eyes.
Dr. Chen put away the pen in his hand, looked at Meng Fu and pursed his lips, "Do you want me to change it?"
"Just a suggestion." Meng Fu said calmly.
Dr. Chen did not reply to her, only said: "I read the paper."
Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, "Then you still choose me for level four surgery?"
Dr. Chen stopped talking and pressed the microphone back. "Besides, I have to see someone."
"Oh," Meng Fu also pressed the microphone back and said calmly, "Goodbye then."
She watched Dr. Chen leave, and the photographer followed. Meng Fu thought casually, could he be a flying guest
That's strange.
After Dr. Chen left, Meng Fu went directly to the ward to meet with Qiao Le and perform rehabilitation on Xiao Wei.
When Meng Fu arrived at the ward, the other four people had already arrived. Except for Jiang Xinran, who had been silent and did not speak, the other three people were talking happily together.
Qiao Le held Xiao Wei's case in her hand. When she saw Meng Fu, she quickly said, "The head nurse said we have an observer this time."
The scoring for this issue will be based on the papers from the previous issue.
The new observer is roughly the same as the head nurse from the previous period, and his ratings are also very important.
Song Jia and Gao Mian both attached great importance to it, but Meng Fu didn't come here for the offer and didn't take it seriously. However, Dr. Chen should have gone to see the new evaluator: "Yes."
She took over Qiao Le's case.
"Okay, let's stop discussing." When the new head nurse saw everyone gathered, she clapped her hands, "Let's treat the two patients first."
Several people are already familiar with acupuncture.
Hearing this, Qiao Le picked up the needle bag and looked at the head nurse, "Head nurse, who is the new observer? Can't reveal anything?"
"I can tell you a little bit," the new head nurse smiled slightly, "the other person is from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Base."
Qiao Le glared directly, "I'll go!"
Gao Mian also raised his head suddenly, "Are you from there?"
Even Song Jia, who had always been calm, was very surprised.
A traditional Chinese medicine base, a holy land of domestic medicine and one of the three key bases in China.
Obviously, the program team can invite people from the traditional Chinese medicine base, which means that this offer is higher than imagined, and it is possible...
It is an offer from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Base.
Otherwise, this reviewer would not be sent directly.
"Everyone, behave well." The head nurse glanced at Meng Fu, slightly surprised.
The only person in the ward, Meng Fu, was as calm as a bystander.
The head nurse averted her gaze.
Looking slightly surprised.
Dr. Chen was not here today. After treating the two people in the ward, Meng Fu and others went directly to the cafeteria to eat.
Qiao Le went ahead to help Meng Fu prepare food, and Meng Fu followed her.
Gao Mian looked at Meng Fu, then sat down opposite Qiao Le with his rice bowl.
Jiang Xinran followed and sat next to Gao Mian.
The six people sat across from each other. Qiao Le sat in the middle on the left, Song Jia sat next to her, and on the other side of her was Meng Fu's bowl.
Meng Fu called Yang Lai with his mobile phone and could hear her voice, "Uncle..."
Hearing that it was the rich uncle, Qiao Le quickly looked at her.
The camera also took close-up shots of Meng Fu.
Meng Fu was on the phone with Yang Lai, but he didn't pay attention to the dinner table and sat next to Qiao Le.
Just opposite Jiang Xinran.
Jiang Xinran originally lowered her head to eat, but when she saw Meng Fu sitting down while talking on the phone, her hand holding the chopsticks tightened.
She stood up suddenly.
"Stab-"
There was a very harsh sound of chairs scraping against floor tiles.
She seemed to be venting her dissatisfaction.
Gao Mian next to him was the first to look over, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, the air is not good." Jiang Xinran smiled and shook her head, still very gentle. She picked up her meal, stood up, and sat on the other side of Gao Mian.
His dislike for Meng Fu was written on his body.
Others originally thought that Jiang Xinran was in trouble, but she immediately changed positions as soon as Meng Fu arrived.
it goes without saying.
"Snapped-"
Qiao Le dropped his chopsticks.
She raised her head and looked at Jiang Xinran next to Gao Mian: "Do you hate the rich?"
Gao Mian and Song Jia obviously did not expect such a development.
The two looked at each other.
Jiang Xinran paused. She didn't expect that Meng Fu didn't say anything, but Qiao Le beside her did. She raised her head, looked at Qiao Le, and smiled: "No."
"Then why are you so arrogant?" Qiao Le looked at Jiang Xinran, "Can you speak clearly?"
Qiao Le couldn't stand such obvious disgust.
After saying that, Qiao Le turned around and looked at the photographer, "Can you stop recording? Let's deal with some personal matters."
The photographers looked at each other and finally put down their hands.
Qiao Le then turned around and looked at Jiang Xinran.
Gao Mian also paused for a moment. He had a very good impression of Jiang Xinran and smoothed things over, "Xinran, do you two have any misunderstanding? If there is any misunderstanding, please tell us..."
"No misunderstanding." Jiang Xinran held the chopsticks and bit her lips tightly.
She said there was no misunderstanding, but the way she looked, it seemed like there was a huge misunderstanding.
"Meng Fu," Gao Mian pursed his lips and looked at Meng Fu, "Xinran... what happened to her?"
Meng Fu ate calmly and looked up at Gao Mian, "Do you think I have a hundred thousand reasons?"
Gao Mian was a little embarrassed.
Song Jia looked at Meng Fu, and then said to Jiang Xinran, "Xinran, Meng Fu is a very nice person. There must be a misunderstanding between you. It will be clear once you explain it."
Even Song Jia made a sound. Gao Mian nodded quickly to smooth things over, "Yes, misunderstanding."
They were all talking for Meng Fu.
Jiang Xinran didn't know what was wrong.
Why is it that Meng Fu came back this time
"You asked someone to cancel the linkage between the program team and the National Exhibition, right?" Jiang Xinran looked directly at Meng Fu: "Just because the program team customized the program for me."
Meng Fu frowned: "What kind of linkage?"
Jiang Xinran bit her lip, "Don't you know what you did? It has spread on Weibo."
Meng Fu glanced at her, opened Weibo, and a Weibo post saying "Meng Fu is petty" came out.
She clicked in, and at a glance she roughly knew what was going on.
Meng Fu laughed angrily: "I won't let you link up?"
Jiang Xinran didn't say anything. She bit her lip and said, "I didn't say that."
"Don't you just want the program team to do a linkage?" Meng Fu pulled out his chair, stood up, looked down at Jiang Xinran, and said calmly: "Okay, I'll satisfy you."
She immediately called the Painting Association.