There were a lot of people at the main entrance of the General Painting Association. Yan Langfeng had already told her this when she contacted him.

Gave her a back door address.

Compared to the main entrance, there are almost no people at the back door and no security guard. You can only enter by swiping the access card.

Meng Fu opened the car door and asked Mr. Jiang to get out. After listening to Mr. Jiang's words, she was silent for a moment: "...Maybe."

Mr. Jiang got out of the car with a cane. Upon hearing this, he looked at Meng Fu suspiciously, not quite understanding what Meng Fu meant by "maybe".

The driver also hurriedly got out of the driver's seat and followed the two men.

The back door of the Painting Association is a fence-like iron gate, which is usually where logistics personnel pass through. Too many people gather at the main entrance inside, and occasionally only one car passes by the back door.

There was a cement road inside and there were not many people on the road.

Old Master Jiang looked up and saw no one at the end of the road. He then turned his gaze towards Meng Fu and said hesitantly, "Is your master from the Painting Association? Isn't he in your village?"

He watched Meng Fu's variety show from beginning to end, so he naturally knew that in one episode of Best Idol, Meng Fu mentioned her master.

...

...

At that time, Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu had a master in Wanmin Village.

"No, I found a new master." Meng Fu had good eyesight and had seen someone coming at the end of the road, so she stood up straight.

"Hasn't he come out yet?" Old Master Jiang continued to look inside the back door.

At this time, he and the driver could see someone walking at the end of the road.

Old Master Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu if that was her teacher, but when he saw the leader was dressed in a long gown, looked intimidating without even getting angry, and had several respectful subordinates following him, he stopped asking.

Mr. Jiang is in the business world. Although he has a relationship with the Yu family, he doesn't know anyone in the Painting Association, and has never been to the Association.

However, this did not prevent Mr. Jiang from looking at people. The man in the lead did not seem to be comparable to Yu Yong in terms of momentum or other aspects. He was at least on the same level as Yu Yong.

"Drive your car to the side," Mr. Jiang said to the driver, "Don't block other people's way."

There was no one at the intersection just now, so the driver parked the car next to the door. Now that someone has come out, it is inappropriate to park the car here.

The driver also knew it. He nodded, took the car keys and turned back to move the car.

Inside the door.

Yan Langfeng walked in front, followed by two people holding notebooks, and behind him were three people from the T City General Association.

He was instructing the two people beside him, who were his assistants. He was mainly talking about the speech he was going to give later. "Just follow the outline I made. I have taught you all the same things on weekdays. The video and speech manuscript are all in that USB drive. If there is an emergency, just connect with me."

Although these two assistants were not Yan Langfeng's apprentices, they also learned a lot from Yan Langfeng.

His status in the Beijing Association is higher than that of other teachers.

In the past few years, when Yan Langfeng did not come to T City, his assistants held meetings on his behalf. Their status in the T City Painting Association is comparable to that of vice presidents.

Now that Yan Langfeng is leaving, these two assistants will naturally take over.

The group of people walked with a strong momentum, and the corners of Yan Langfeng's robe were lifted up.

When he was about to reach the door, the person following him hurriedly jogged, took out the access card and opened the door.

"That's basically it. When the time comes, maintain order at the scene and ask the city lord to find a team of people to maintain order." Yan Langfeng walked out the door while instructing the people around him.

As for Mr. Jiang, with his keen eyesight, he could naturally tell that each of these people was extraordinary. Seeing Meng Fu standing still, he took his cane in one hand and pulled Meng Fu's arm with the other, pulling her aside. He straightened his expression and lowered his voice, "Fu'er, these people should be the top leaders of the Painting Association, don't block the road."

The two were originally standing in the middle of the door, but were pulled to the edge of the road by Old Man Jiang.

When people were outside, Meng Fu wore a hat. When she heard what Mr. Jiang said, she didn't say a word.

The driver parked the car at the intersection and trotted over.

After seeing Yan Langfeng and his group walk out of the door, he did not continue walking forward, but stopped at the door to talk.

"Master, that's the director of the Cultural Bureau..." When the driver saw the face of the man holding the access card behind Yan Langfeng, he paused and said something in Master Jiang's ear in a very low voice.

The Jiang family driver came to the Painting Association to pick up people more than once.

After coming here many times, I got to know several vice presidents of the Painting Association, one of whom is the director of the Cultural Bureau.

Based on the principle of respecting strangers, Mr. Jiang did not look at him carefully, but when he heard the driver's words, he glanced at him casually.

The director of the Cultural Bureau of T City, he often appears in the local news and newspapers of T City. Although Mr. Jiang has little contact with the Cultural Bureau, he reads the news and newspapers on a daily basis.

He narrowed his eyes. This man appeared at the Painting Association with such momentum. The driver said he was the director of the Cultural Bureau. Mr. Jiang did not doubt it at all.

Thinking about how the director of the Cultural Bureau had just trotted over to open the door for the person in front, Mr. Jiang signaled to the driver, then pulled Meng Fu a step back.

Can get people from the Cultural Bureau to open the door for it.

After careful calculations, Mr. Jiang found that apart from the mayor of T City and the president of the Painting Association from Beijing, there was no third person in the entire T City.

Mr. Jiang looked stern.

Although the Jiang family is now one of the most wealthy families in T City, they are just a "wealthy family". They are different from these "powerful and wealthy" people. Once these people open their mouths, they may determine the life or death of a wealthy family.

"Let's talk about it after they leave." Old Master Jiang tilted his head and whispered in Meng Fu's ear.

**

"That's it, you guys can go back." Yan Langfeng said this to the people around him, then waved his hand and asked them to go back.

He raised his head and looked around, and saw three people huddled in the corner near the door. Although Meng Fu was wearing a baseball cap, Yan Langfeng recognized her at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows, waved to the people around him, signaling them to leave, then raised his foot and walked directly towards Meng Fu.

"Didn't you say you didn't want to learn painting?" Old Master Jiang tilted his head and asked Meng Fu.

Beside him, the driver saw something and for the first time boldly reached out and poked Mr. Jiang’s arm: “Master… Master…”

"What's wrong?" Old Master Jiang tilted his head and looked in the direction the driver was looking.

They saw the man who had just walked in front of the Cultural Bureau walking towards them. His face looked a little old, his eyes were cloudy but sharp, and his hands were behind his back, looking very imposing.

The other party's purpose was very clear, they were heading towards them.

Mr. Jiang didn't know what he was thinking of, and suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Fu.

This person won’t...

While he was thinking, Meng Fu had taken off her hat and stood up straight. She was not surprised at all, but just waved and greeted Yan Langfeng in a normal way: "Teacher, are you done with your work here?"

"Well," Yan Langfeng smiled when he saw Meng Fu, and his eyes naturally turned to the old man next to Meng Fu, "This is..."

"This is my grandpa," Meng Fu pointed at Mr. Jiang and introduced him, then said to him, "Grandpa, this is the master I worshipped some time ago. He taught me how to paint."

Yan Langfeng also guessed the identity of the old man in front of him. He was not surprised, but kindly extended his hand, "Master Jiang, hello, I am Meng Fu's master, Yan Langfeng."

Yan Langfeng.

Most people in the Painting Association and T City have never heard of this name.

But most people have heard of the three words "President Yan".

At least Mr. Jiang had heard Yu Yong mention "Chairman Yan" more than once.

Mr. Jiang had previously guessed that the only person in the sect who could have the Director of the Cultural Bureau accompany him was Chairman Yan.

Mr. Jiang and the driver just stood next to the two men, listening to them talking, and their minds suddenly exploded.

Mr. Jiang has been in the business world for many years and has experienced countless ups and downs. He was able to keep his composure even during Meng Fu's MS perfumery incident last time.

This was the first time, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind was numb and he was unable to react for a while.

Because no matter how hard he thought about it, he would never think of President Yan.

The Yu family has been working hard for this for decades, and Yu Yong has finally reached the stage of vice president of T City, but he is still far from the status of President Yan.

Although Mr. Jiang had thought about letting Meng Fu worship Yu Yong as her teacher before, so that she could get more art points.

But both Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan knew clearly that he saw that Meng Fu always had a filter, so he asked Yu Yong to accept Meng Fu as his apprentice, and he also hoped that Yu Yong would agree because Meng Fu was his daughter.

After all, Jiang Xinran has been learning painting since childhood, but Meng Fu has never learned it.

It was a little dangerous for Meng Fu to worship Yu Yong, and Mr. Jiang never dared to think that she had worshipped a teacher, and this teacher was Yan Langfeng.

Not to mention Mr. Jiang, even the driver beside him knew what this meant.

Chairman Yan's disciple is someone who cannot be underestimated, not to mention in T City, even in Beijing.

The three words "President Yan" are the best signboard. Not to mention the future, even now, the five words "President Yan's apprentice" are enough to firmly suppress Yu Yong!

Old Master Jiang felt a little dizzy. He looked at the hand that Yan Langfeng stretched out and felt that it was a little unreal.

He also stretched out his hand tremblingly, his voice seemed to be floating: "Hello, I am Meng Fu's grandfather..."

**

Jiang family.

After Mr. Jiang left, Yu Zhenling came back. Seeing that Mr. Jiang was not at home, she entertained Yang Hua.

"These are all Xinran's things," Yu Zhenling took Yang Hua to visit Jiang Xinran's room, and then took her to Jiang Xinran's painting room, "The paintings here were all painted by Xinran."

Yu Zhenling pointed at the paintings hanging around and spoke softly.

Yang Hua took a look.

She didn't understand painting, but she had seen a lot of paintings. This painting was not as good as Master Meng Fu's.

Yang Hua took a look, then looked away and looked at the trophies and certificates around her.

Seeing Yang Hua like this, Yu Zhenling did not explain to her that these paintings had been exhibited before.

No need.

"These are the three-good students she has won since she was a child. These are the competition awards she has won. She just won the third place in the province in mathematics last time." Seeing Yang Hua looking at the award certificate wall, Yu Zhenling continued to speak, her tone unable to hide her pride, "Here are the first and second prizes she won in painting. This is her fifth-level piano certificate..."

Yu Zhenling said all this to Yang Hua simply because she wanted to let her know how well she had trained Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran was indeed an outstanding person trained by her and the Yu family.

After saying that, she turned to Yang Hua, but Yang Hua just nodded, with no pride or excitement on her face, not even the slightest surprise.

What kind of reaction is this?

Yu Zhenling was too lazy to say anything more. When she heard the noise downstairs, she took Yang Hua downstairs, "Xinchen and Xinran are back."

Hearing this, Yang Hua paused.

Downstairs, it was indeed Jiang Quan who brought Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen back.

"Aunt Yang." Jiang Xinchen glanced at Yang Hua. She was dressed differently from what he had imagined. Her clothes were not so shabby and clean.

Jiang Xinchen put down the book and greeted him politely.

Jiang Quan had met Yang Hua before and greeted her before turning to Jiang Xinran, the last person to meet him. "Xinran, call someone."

Yang Hua looked up at Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran didn't wear a school uniform today. She wore a plaid sweater inside and a custom-made coat outside. Her straight hair was draped behind her head with a crystal hairpin on each side.

From the hair to the soles of the feet, every part of her looks noble.

Yang Hua, who was standing in front of her, seemed like a person from two different worlds.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and said, "Aunt Yang."

This was the first time the two met, and they were very distant.

Jiang Quan left the space for them and said, "I'm going to go up and see Fu'er's cousin."

Yu Zhenling couldn't help but pinch her palms. She sat on the sofa and talked to Yang Hua with a smile: "Last week, Xinran just got the notice for the semi-finals of the Youth Painting Association Competition."

Yang Hua had never learned painting, and Meng Fu didn't like it before, so she naturally didn't know. She just subconsciously asked, "Painting Association, Youth Competition?"

I didn’t even know about the Youth Painting Competition of the Painting Association.

Jiang Xinran pursed his lips even tighter and said nothing more.

Yu Zhenling, on the other hand, picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, hid the sarcasm in her eyes, smiled, and explained, "It's the Painting Association, the Painting Association, a competition for young people held nationwide. Those who perform well in it will be noticed by the teachers of the Beijing Association."

Yang Hua has been in Wanmin Village all the time and has hardly ever been out. She has never heard of any Youth Painting Competition held by the Painting Association.

But she could hear something in Yu Zhenling's tone, and Yang Hua felt a little uncomfortable.

Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Xinran's expression. It didn't look like he liked Yang Hua very much. Her goal was achieved.

Yu Zhenling didn't say anything. She put down her teacup and looked at Jiang Xinchen: "Xinchen, I'm taking your sister to the Painting Association to attend a class. The president of the Painting Association is here today. This class only happens once every few years. I've already told your grandfather. When your father comes down later, tell him."

Jiang Xinchen didn't know what he was thinking. Hearing this, he just looked up and said, "But Aunt Yang..."

"This is President Yan's class, and your uncle has given you many instructions." Yu Zhenling took her bag and took Jiang Xinran away.

Jiang Xinran took her schoolbag directly. She glanced at Jiang Xinchen and bit her lip: "Brother, I will explain the questions to you next time."

Before seeing the Yanghua, Jiang Xinran still had a glimmer of hope. But after seeing the Yanghua, Jiang Xinran was left with only disgust and impatience.

As for the cousin upstairs whom she had never met, Jiang Xinran didn't even want to look at her.

**

upstairs.

Meng Xun was doing the exercises Meng Fu gave her. When Jiang Quan came in, she stood up and greeted him, neither servile nor overbearing, "Uncle Jiang."

I met these two people two years ago. At that time, Yang Hua didn't want to see them, and Meng Xun was busy running around.

A girl in the first year of high school, she is very organized and not afraid at all when she sees the Jiang family.

Jiang Quan admired her very much, and thinking of Meng Fu, his voice became several times gentler, "You continue to do your homework, and I will ask the servant to call you down for dinner later."

I met Meng Xun, but when I went downstairs I didn't see Yu Zhenling.

Jiang Quan frowned.

Jiang Quan was unhappy after hearing Jiang Xinchen's explanation, but since Yang Hua was there, he didn't show it. He just took Yang Hua with Jiang Xinchen to stroll around the Jiang family's garden and wait for Grandpa Jiang to come back.

It was getting late now, but because there were visitors at home, the lights in the garden were as bright as day.

The Jiang family garden is taken care of by a gardener and has many famous flowers.

Jiang Yuan was willing to not want Yang Hua to be restrained, but he did not expect that Yang Hua would be restrained at the beginning, and Jiang Quan lowered his attitude, and she chatted with him smoothly afterwards, "This Chun Jianlan is well taken care of."

The gardener was pruning the flowerbed. When he heard Yang Hua's words, he was surprised, then delighted, "Mrs. Yang, you also know this flower."

In the entire Jiang family, except for Grandpa Jiang who loves orchids, no one knows that the orchids he takes care of with great care were bought by the grandpa at a cost of hundreds of thousands.

The gardener knew he had met an expert, so he talked to Yang Hua about the things to pay attention to when growing spring gladiolus.

As the two chatted, Jiang Quan and Jiang Xinchen looked at each other, unable to get a word in.

Jiang Quan was also surprised. He knew Yang Hua's background, so how did she know Chun Jianlan?

Jiang Quan didn't think much about it, when he heard the sound of a car horn outside.

"It must be Grandpa who is back," Jiang Xinchen finally perked up. He walked towards the gate and said, "I'll go open the door."