As soon as Yu Yong said these words, the expressions of several people around him changed slightly.
The Yu family has been a scholarly family for generations. Mr. Yu is the principal of T University, and Yu Yong is the vice president of the Painting Association. Today, the status of the Yu family in T city is no longer what it used to be.
Yu Yong was the vice-president and had few direct students. Apart from Jiang Xinran, there were only three others. All three of them had made great achievements in the literary world. They were all real artists.
Being able to have a name here in Yuyong will really be a hot topic in the entertainment industry.
Jiang Quan originally wanted Meng Fu to study with Yu Yong, which was his intention, but he was rejected by Yu Yong before.
Now that Yu Yong talked about this again, Yu Zhenling was stunned and a little surprised. Meng Fu can have a name in the Painting Association, which is good for her family and her. "That's Fu'er's good fortune. She can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." ”
Yu Zhenling was worried that Meng Fu would affect Yu Yong. She thought about it and continued: "Brother, will she affect you?"
She was referring to the celebrity's online hype.
"As long as she doesn't go too far, it'll be fine." Yu Yong frowned slightly. He paid attention to feathers all his life, and the students under his disciples were all extremely talented, just like Jiang Xinran.
This was the first time he accepted someone like Meng Fu. However, Meng Fu was not considered his real student. He could only say that he wanted her to attend a class in order to make a name for herself.
"Okay, I'll let you worry about it." Yu Zhenling thought to herself, and when she found the person who stole Jiang Xinran's painting, she would call Meng Fu.
Of course, Yu Zhenling never thought that Meng Fu would refuse this matter.
While the two were discussing, Jiang Xinran stood aside, lowered his eyelashes, and said nothing.
**
Meng Fu had already reached the roadside at this time.
A new car has been parked on the roadside.
It's white. Neither Meng Fu nor Zhao Fan have seen this car before.
Su Cheng was standing on the side of the road wearing a white sweater. He was probably talking to someone on the phone. He caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye. He hung up the phone after saying something to the person on the other side. He glanced at the two of them and said, "Get in the car."
Zhao Fan opened the back seat door and let Meng Fu get in first.
"Brother Cheng, where are we going?" Zhao Fan checked Su Cheng's itinerary. He was not on his way to special training.
According to the itinerary, Meng Fu was supposed to go to special training in the afternoon, as the global qualifiers were coming soon.
Su Cheng didn't talk much, and his tone was as cold as his own: "Let's go have dinner first, and then talk about the specific content of the variety show."
He was talking about the variety show live broadcast he mentioned to Zhao Fan last time.
The place to eat was still the same place, the same room. This time the door to the private room was not closed.
The babbling sounds of the erhu music playing on the second floor could be heard faintly in the room, mixed with the rising sandalwood, giving it a sense of paradise.
Extremely elegant and quiet.
Meng Fu received a call from Mr. Jiang at this time.
"Fu'er, why did they ask you to go to the art exhibition?" Mr. Jiang was very angry recently. He remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave Meng Fu's painting to Yu Yong.
His voice was loud enough that Su Cheng and Zhao Fan beside him could clearly hear it was his voice.
Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu, who tilted his head and asked the waiter in a green shirt to get two cans of wine, "It's nothing."
Her expression was calm, but her tone was as sweet and soft as ever, which struck people's hearts.
Su Di, who was listening to this, was stunned.
Mr. Jiang didn't hear anything strange, so he didn't dwell on the matter and said happily, "Okay. Then give me two signed photos tomorrow, and I'll have someone come over to get them."
Meng Fu didn't ask him what he was doing, and told him a time for someone to come and get the autographed photo.
The waiter brought a drink, not the wine Meng Fu asked for, but two glasses of warm milk.
Meng Fu raised his head and leaned back on the chair. His slightly curly hair was scattered on the arrows. He looked sideways at Zhao Fan beside him and smiled lazily: "Changed?"
Zhao Fan did not dare to return.
"Change." Opposite her, Su Cheng looked at her with his cell phone. His eyes were always warm and cool, "Eat."
Meng Fu looked away with regret and started eating with chopsticks.
While she was eating, Su Cheng was talking to Zhao Fan about the live variety show.
"Daily live broadcast?" Zhao Fan read the contract from beginning to end, as well as the main content of the variety show. She paused, "Who are the other three guests?"
"The personnel haven't been completely determined yet." Su Cheng shook his head.
This is a new domestic program with four artists. Each week these four artists will live broadcast together for one day. The live content program team will design to ensure that the content of this day is exciting enough and the challenges are daily life or experiences.
There are twelve issues in total, lasting three months.
Su Cheng showed the content of the program to Meng Fu again.
Meng Fu took a sip of milk and glanced at it.
When she turned to the final contract fee, her casual attitude disappeared, and she touched her chin: "Sister Fan, this variety show can have it."
After all, Zhao Fan is a gold medal agent. Meng Fu couldn't help but have a headache when she saw how money-struck she was: "Meng Fu, think clearly, this show is dangerous. Unless some are powerful and popular, few people dare to Take it. Variety shows naturally magnify people's shortcomings, especially this kind of non-stop live broadcast. There are not many things you can do here. If the director digs a little bit during the live broadcast, it will not only lose popularity. , but it will make other guests stand out more. This variety show is too dangerous to accept."
Zhao Fan knew the inside story of these programs. Meng Fu was placed in this program not only as a vase, but also to set off other guests.
Meng Fu was blackballed by the entire internet before, but his image has finally improved a bit because of "Best Idol" recently. If he becomes blackballed by the entire internet again because of this show, it will not be worth the loss.
After all, she has always been a high school dropout, and it is difficult to remove it.
"Meng Fu, the most important thing for an artist is popularity, you have to think about it carefully." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu seriously.
"Sister Fan, I understand," Meng Fu thought for a minute, then raised his head and replied cautiously: "You can't give up money just for popularity."
In the first half, Zhao Fan thought that Meng Fu was getting better, but after hearing the second half, she said: "..."
"Meng Fu, I'm not trying to beat you. It's not easy to get on this show without something. But we can take on some other variety shows, such as singing ones, or we can take on some online dramas. Once our fans are completely stable..."
"It doesn't make as much money as this show." Meng Fu said honestly.
Zhao Fan took a deep breath and turned to Su Cheng. Meng Fu has really lost her control recently!
Su Cheng took the contract and said, "Okay, the latest live broadcast should be next week. The specific time will depend on your schedule."
Zhao Fan: "..."
Brother Cheng, you have changed.
Zhao Fan had a headache. It seemed that she would have to clean up Meng Fu's mess for a while.
But she has gotten used to it in the past two years.
While the group was talking, Meng Fu's cell phone rang a few more times, but she always hung up after taking a casual look and blocked it.
After repeating it three or four times.
The person on the other side probably knew what Meng Fu was thinking and remained silent.
**
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Su Di went to sign a variety show contract.
Su Cheng sent Meng Fu away for training.
In the past two days, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan were either surrounded by Su Di or Su Cheng, and Zhao Fan was used to it.
The filming of "Best Idol" has been completed, and there are only six people in the group for the subsequent training. The base is a bit deserted at this time.
There were two people standing outside the gate of the base. The middle-aged woman in front was wearing a cyan cheongsam and a dark coat. The driver was holding a black umbrella for her in the drizzle.
It was Yu Zhenling.
Seeing Meng Fu and Su Cheng getting out of the car, she paused, squinted her eyes slightly, and walked over on high heels: "I know I misunderstood you about what happened this morning. In order to compensate you, your uncle allowed you to go to T You can go to the City General Painting Association’s classes every Saturday and put his name on it, but don’t tell grandpa about this.”
"Sister, I'm sorry," Jiang Xinran also got out of the car and apologized to Meng Fu: "Please forgive my mother and uncle. If you want to blame, blame me."
Hearing the T City General Painting Association, Zhao Fan, who originally didn't want to talk to Yu Zhenling, couldn't help but pause.
The General Painting Association of T City is even more famous in T City than T University, one of the top twenty universities.
Su Cheng opened the umbrella and led Meng Fu in without looking sideways: "Let's go."
It seems that he didn't hear what Yu Zhenling said.
Yu Zhenling has lived for so many years, and there is no day when she is not praised by others. Very few people dare to look at her like this.
"Mom, sister, isn't she dissatisfied..." Jiang Xinran said hesitantly.
"What's she dissatisfied with? Ignore her for now." Yu Zhenling got into the car irritably and asked the driver to drive back to Jiang's house.
Jiang Xinchen has no class today, but Jiang Xinchen is not seen at home.
When I asked the servant, he pointed to the ancestral hall and said that he had gone to kneel at the ancestral hall.
Jiang Xinchen kneels at the ancestral hall
Why kneel to the ancestral hall
The two of them were thinking about it when the servant's voice greeted them outside. It was Mr. Jiang who was back.
Next to him were assistants Tong Eryu and Jiang Quan, and the three of them were talking about business.
Seeing them, Jiang Xinran's expression changed, and then she knelt on the ground, her voice apologetic and serious: "Grandpa, today's incident is entirely my fault. If it wasn't my mother, they wouldn't have wronged my sister. Mom, uncle, and the others have already given it to my sister. I apologized. My uncle didn’t mean it. He said that he had taken a big risk by hanging her under his door. My sister should still be dissatisfied. She may want to be her uncle’s closed disciple, but his status is not ordinary. "
"It's all my fault. Grandpa, please punish me. It has nothing to do with my brother. Don't punish him by kneeling in the ancestral hall."
When Jiang Xinran said this, Yu Zhenling obviously thought that Meng Fu had already complained to the old man, so when she went to find her before, she did not accept Yu Yong's conditions.
That's why Jiang Xinchen was punished by the old man to kneel down in the ancestral hall.
That's right, besides Meng Fu, who else would complain to Mr. Jiang? !
Yu Zhenling's face was ashen.