Traditional Chinese painting requires proficiency and artistic conception. Of course, the most important thing is fame.
There are several people in the T City General Painting Association who are as powerful as Jiang Xinran, but without Yu Yong's momentum, Jiang Xinran's family almost becomes the dominant one.
When they saw the particularly outstanding painting, other than Jiang Xinran, they couldn't think of anyone else.
Several people from the Painting Association moved very quickly and quickly found Yu Yong.
Yu Yong was also shocked when he received the call.
"The president asked me to bring Xinran with me?" He had a lot of connections in the Painting Association, and he quickly found out the truth from other people.
After asking, he was pleasantly surprised and felt strange at the same time.
The president is from the Beijing General Association. Several people from the General Association have already surpassed Yu Yong himself in painting. Although the painting Jiang Xinran sent to the competition was good, Yu Yong was also somewhat self-aware and did not feel that her painting Even more powerful than those monsters from the Beijing General Association.
So he was surprised why the president was so eager to see him.
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at the same time.
Zhao Fan drove Meng Fu to the hotel.
"I'm going to talk to you about "A Day in the Life of a Star". After you're done, call Brother Cheng and he'll pick you up." Zhao Fan warned Meng Fu before she got out of the car.
Meng Fu put on his sunglasses and nodded vaguely to show that he knew.
Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu was never late. This time he invited Meng Fu to dinner and he arrived early.
He also specially asked Jiang Quan to come.
Jiang Xinchen was sitting beside him.
Jiang Xinchen was a little restless. He was forced to come here by Mr. Jiang. After knowing that he had not apologized to Meng Fu, Mr. Jiang bluntly asked him to apologize to Meng Fu in person.
Meng Fu hadn't arrived yet, and while Mr. Jiang was waiting, he remembered what Jiang Quan had said before about Meng Fu asking him to take a DNA test, and his mind moved.
But before he could ask, Meng Fu opened the box door and came in.
"Fu'er." Seeing Meng Fu come in, Mr. Jiang stood up directly.
Jiang Quan didn't say anything, he just pulled out the chair next to him and asked her to sit down.
Jiang Xinchen did not dare to look up at Meng Fu.
The menu here was prepared by the old man a long time ago, and it was basically according to Meng Fu's taste. When he saw Meng Fu, he still pushed the menu over for Meng Fu to see.
Meng Fu took it and glanced at the dishes they had ordered. The whole process only took a second: "No need to add more, these are enough."
Mr. Jiang looked at her reaction and his heart froze, feeling that Meng Fu was still angry.
He turned to Jiang Quan: "Why hasn't Zhenling come yet?"
Originally, Mr. Jiang did not plan to let Yu Zhenling come today. When Yu Zhenling heard that they were having dinner, she volunteered to make amends to Meng Fu.
After all, Yu Zhenling was also Meng Fu's mother. Mr. Jiang hoped that there would be no bad blood between the two, so he agreed without much thought.
This point is already the point they agreed on.
Still no sign of Yu Zhenling was seen.
Mr. Jiang looked at Jiang Xinchen and asked him to call Yu Zhenling.
Jiang Xinchen had been restless, and now the old man asked him to make a call. Finally he had something to do, so he took out his cell phone and called Yu Zhenling.
Yu Zhenling answered the call very slowly. When the call was about to hang up, she finally answered the call.
"Mom," Jiang Xinchen lowered his voice, "Why aren't you here yet?"
Yu Zhenling was already on her way to the Painting Association and was talking to Jiang Xinran about her painting. Both of them knew that it was the president who was looking for her. When she heard Jiang Xinchen's words, she was quite perfunctory and looked at the background speeding past outside the window. , only said hurriedly: "The president of the General Painting Association is looking for Xinran. I am accompanying Xinran to the Painting Association now. I don't have time to eat. I will tell your grandfather about it."
She always knew etiquette, so after hanging up the phone, she called the old man specially.
After the old man answered the phone, his eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost.
Jiang Quan was sitting next to the old man. The old man couldn't avoid it, so he naturally heard Yu Zhenling's words clearly.
"Let's eat." Mr. Jiang's cold face turned to Meng Fu, and then changed again in an instant, "Fu'er, please give me a few signed photos first. The daughter of the company manager is your fan..."
The two of them were talking. Jiang Quan was listening and was a little surprised. Is the manager's daughter a fan of Meng Fu
Meng Fu took out two signed photos and gave them to Mr. Jiang.
Jiang Quan glanced casually.
I was casually looking at it, but I saw the words on the signed photo at a glance. They were not the popular artistic calligraphy, but cursive characters signed with a black pen.
"Did you write this?" Jiang Quan was stunned.
"Yeah." Meng Fu looked at the table and saw that there was no wine on it, only tea and milk, and she leaned back in her chair.
Not in the right way.
Jiang Quan always knew that Meng Fu had not kept up with her early education. When she first entered the entertainment industry, he had vaguely heard of her because of her English problem.
But I didn't expect that she could write so well.
**
After hanging up the phone.
In the car, Jiang Xinran, who was suppressing her excitement, leaned against the car door and turned her eyes to Yu Zhenling, "Mom, if you don't go..."
"Your matters are more important." Yu Zhenling patted Jiang Xinran's hand to reassure her.
The Painting Association's position in T City is irreplaceable. Yu Yong, a vice president, is as famous as the Jiang family in some aspects, but he and the president are still not the same.
Insiders all know that the people from the Capital General Association of T City Painting Association are vaguely side by side with the Lord of T City.
The city lord of T city is the real overlord of one party.
When this kind of person suddenly saw Jiang Xinran, how could Yu Zhenling care about Meng Fu's affairs.
Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and smiled and said nothing. She was as excited as Yu Zhenling now.
The car sped along and soon arrived at the T City General Painting Association.
The gate of the General Association is grand and magnificent, and the two stone lions at the entrance are very period.
The security guard at the gate knew Jiang Xinran's car and let her car go when he saw it.
Yu Yong was waiting for Jiang Xinran downstairs in the office building. When people arrived, he didn't say anything. While leading Jiang Xinran to the middle of the building, he told Jiang Xinran about the president's science.
"I have only met him twice," Yu Yong lowered his voice, "He has a very strong momentum. If you can look at him from behind and give him some pointers, it will be more useful than if you go to the A-level booth..."
Jiang Xinran nodded, she naturally knew this.
Inside the office.
The president stood by the window with his hands behind his back. When the staff brought Yu Yongjiang Xinran in, he turned to look at Jiang Xinran with a cryptic look, "Are you the one who drew the picture? Can you tell me about the artistic conception when you painted it? "
Yu Yong said nothing and only signaled Jiang Xinran with his peripheral vision.
Jiang Xinran took a deep breath. These are common questions in painting. She had sketches on the way, and now she was talking eloquently: "When I painted this painting, I had a picture of a hundred flowers blooming in my mind. …”
When the president heard the second sentence, his expression became dull. Out of education, he did not interrupt Jiang Xinran's words, but only glanced at the people around him. The people around him immediately went out and took another Painting comes in.
After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, he shook his head and unfolded the painting that the person next to him had just brought in: "You are painting this picture of hundreds of flowers, right? You are proficient enough, but it lacks a little aura."
He put the painting aside and opened another box, "I'm talking about this picture of an old man with a dead tree. Take a look and see if you recognize it."
Yu Yong looked at the box in shock.
He recognized it. This was the box Jiang Quan gave him last time.