The director was neither annoyed nor angry.

There was no sense of guilt at all.

Looking at the director's attitude, Xi Nancheng felt a fact in his heart that he could hardly believe. He pursed his lips and said nothing more. He just lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, opened the browser and searched for Beijing Painting Association on it.

There is basically no gossip about the Beijing Painting Association on the Internet.

The first column Xi Nancheng searched out was the official website of the Beijing Painting Association.

He clicked on it directly and read from top to bottom. The Beijing Painting Association was similar to the official website of the Security Bureau. There was no other messy stuff. The contents listed were simple but a little mysterious.

There is only one line of introduction on the homepage, and below that are the five leading masters of the Beijing Painting Association.

Every two seconds, Xi Nancheng saw the particularly conspicuous foreigner in the middle, who was the one he saw in the ancient street in the morning. The following introduction was just a simple sentence -

Albert is an A-level teacher of the Beijing Painting Association and a member of the Federal Painting Association.

"Teacher Xi, although you are not from Beijing, you should know a lot about the Painting Association. Even Beijing University may not be able to invite Mr. Albert. Do you think I can invite him?" The director shook his head. "Even if I can invite him, can I make him take the initiative to accept Meng Fu as his apprentice? What is the status of Master Albert's disciples in the Beijing Painting Association? You should know better than me."

...

...

In fact, there was no need for the director's subsequent explanation. After seeing the introduction on the homepage of the Painting Association, Xi Nancheng knew that this matter was definitely not arranged by the director team.

Can the director team invite an A-level teacher from the Beijing Painting Association?

This is more difficult than inviting the CEO of Shengyu.

so……

Albert really liked Meng Fu, and Meng Fu's painting was really worth 100,000...

Xi Nancheng stood there for a long time holding his cell phone without saying anything.

My mind was buzzing and I couldn't think of anything else.

How did Meng Fu learn Chinese painting?

He had never seen any mention on the Internet that Meng Fu was good at Chinese painting.

I've never heard Meng Fu say that she can paint in traditional Chinese...

Xi Nancheng walked outside in a daze and happened to meet Ye Shuning in the corridor.

Looking at Xi Nancheng's appearance, Ye Shuning was stunned for a moment, "Teacher Xi, what's wrong with you?"

Xi Nancheng seemed to come back to his senses. He glanced at Ye Shuning, but his eyes were unfocused. He shook his head without saying a word.

After knowing each other for so long, Xi Nancheng has never treated me like this.

Ye Shuning looked at Xi Nancheng's back and couldn't help pursing his lips.

**

at the same time.

Su family.

Su Di hadn't been back to the capital for several months. This time, while Meng Fu was recording a program in the capital, he came back to see Ma Cen.

Ma Cen is very nice to Su Tian and the others.

When there are no outsiders around, we basically eat at the same table.

"Xiao Cheng, why have you been transferring Sudi out recently?" Ma Cen picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks. They didn't have any specific rules for eating. She raised her eyelids and said, "The branch on Lianhe Street is short of a general manager. You bring Sudi back. The one from the Feng family happens to be in Beijing recently. Find a chance for her to see your illness."

After all, he was Su Cheng's confidant. Although all his tendons and veins were destroyed, Ma Cen could not abandon the meritorious official of the Su family.

The general manager of the Federal Street Distribution was in a high position, managing a quarter of the assets under Mazen.

Su Cheng was holding his chopsticks. He was always very disciplined when eating. Upon hearing this, he put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "It's up to him to choose."

Hearing Su Cheng's words, Su Tian beside Su Di quickly winked at him, asking him to agree quickly.

Su Di stood up and said to Ma Cen respectfully: "Thank you, Madam. I can't do the job of general manager well, so I don't need to trouble you."

"Don't want to come back?" Ma Cen was really surprised this time. She looked at Su Di and said, "The end-of-year assessment is coming soon. Are you sure you can handle it if you don't go to the branch office?"

Hearing this assessment, Su Di frowned slightly. He didn't think about it for long, just one minute, and then he rejected Ma Cen again.

Su Di was very determined. Ma Cen did not force him, but just nodded and said, "Come back to me when you have figured it out."

After the meal, everyone dispersed.

Su Tian caught up with Su Di, not quite understanding: "Why didn't you agree, Madam? We have made great progress in the Federation this year, and the assessment must be more difficult than last year. You are the general manager of the distribution center, and the assessment is equivalent to a recommendation, so you will not be demoted."

"I want to be Miss Meng's assistant." Su Di shook his head, without a trace of regret on his cold face.

"Just to be her assistant?" Su Tian couldn't believe it.

If she rejected Ma Cen in order to be an assistant to Dr. Feng, then Su Tian could understand that the benefits of staying with Dr. Feng were incomparable to ordinary people. After all, she was a high-level perfumer, a rare and sought-after person in the capital.

But Su Tian couldn't understand why he just wanted to be an ordinary person's assistant.

Su Di said "hmm".

The two walked and arrived outside the gate. Su Tian pursed his lips. Seeing Su Di opening the car door with the car key, he said, "Our ground network is not well developed, so this year's assessment content is all about the sky network. There is only one month left, so you have to think it through."

"Yeah." Su Di responded again, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Behind him, Su Tian looked at Su Di's back and couldn't help sighing.

But he didn't say anything.

**

At nine o'clock, at the hotel where Meng Fu and his companions were staying, the program crew filmed them tidying up the room, resting, and talking, then withdrew the camera crew and let the six guests have a good rest.

Meng Fu's room.

She had just finished taking a shower, changed into her home clothes, and came out of the bathroom while drying her hair.

Outside, Chu Yue and her agent were waiting for her.

Zhao Fan was chatting with her agent.

Now that there was no camera or microphone, Chu Yue spoke casually, "Development in the Painting Association is indeed better than the entertainment industry. Brother Fu, listen to me, the Beijing Painting Association is not just an ordinary art association as you think. Their capabilities are beyond your imagination."

"Yueyue, I see that you are in such good spirits, you are suitable for learning perfume making." Meng Fu changed the subject.

Chu Yue was caught off guard by her change of topic. "I'm not suitable. When I was a kid, my uncle even tested my talent."

As soon as Chu Yue said this, the agent beside her quickly looked at Chu Yue and said, "Alas, she didn't have much talent for studying when she was a child."

Meng Fu said "Oh", her phone lit up, and she opened it while replying, not looking too interested: "Is that so."

Seeing that Meng Fu didn't ask any more questions, Chu Yue's agent breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, if Meng Fu asked about talent, they would really have a hard time answering.

Fortunately, Meng Fu didn't understand these things.

Chu Yue was too defenseless towards her sisters, just like she was towards Wei Jin and the others last time.

Meng Fu was drying her hair while checking her phone. It was a message from Yan Langfeng.

[Your seal has been engraved.] 】

【picture】

【picture】

[I'll send it to you tomorrow.] 】

Meng Fu clicked on the picture and took a look. It was the seal that read "I want to make money every day". Although the six words were a bit crowded to engrave, the design was very good and it looked unique and beautiful in the picture.

She replied with two sentences -

[Thank you, teacher.] 】

[No need to send it. I’ll ask Su Di to pick it up tomorrow.] 】

Yan Langfeng only typed one symbol -

【? 】

Meng Fu knew what Yan Langfeng was wondering about——

[I am recording a program here in Beijing.] 】

On the other end of the phone, Yan Langfeng, who was sitting in the study, saw this reply and stood up suddenly. He didn't reply and directly sent a voice call to Meng Fu: "Now that you are in Beijing, why don't you come to the Painting Association to find me? And by the way, get your certification?"

Naturally, the apprentices he accepted had to be certified by the Painting Association.

Meng Fu pressed the towel on her head: "The main reason is that I don't have time. Then I will come to you after I finish recording the show?"

Yan Langfeng: "...What do you mean by this question?"

Meng Fu followed suit and said again: "Then I will come to find you after I finish recording the show."

"That's pretty good," Yan Langfeng was satisfied. He nodded and said, "When you finish recording, come to the Painting Association to find me. I will give you a unique certification that your senior brother doesn't have either. Where do you live now?"

Meng Fu reported the name of a hotel.

"Okay, I'll ask Fang Yi to deliver the seal to you so that you can draw." Fang Yi was Yan Langfeng's assistant, and Meng Fu also knew him.

Meng Fu thought of the painting she had done this morning. If there had been a stamp at that time, she could have stamped it directly.

Yan Langfeng asked Fang Yi to send it over, and she didn't refuse.

After the two finished talking, they hung up the voice call.

After Meng Fu hung up the phone, she made an appointment with Chu Yue to go eat hotpot after the show.

Soon, the doorbell rang outside the hotel.

Zhao Fan put down the cup and went straight to open the door.

Who will come here at this time?

"Is it Liu Yunhao?" Chu Yue and her agent looked over and saw Albert standing outside the door.

"Master?" Zhao Fan raised her eyebrows. Seeing that it was Albert, she was not particularly surprised. She just smiled and said, "Come in quickly."

Seeing so many people in Meng Fu's room, all of them women, Albert paused, a little entangled, and did not go in immediately.

Seeing Albert, Chu Yue was also stunned for a moment. She quickly stood up and looked at Meng Fu: "Brother Fu, the master has something to say to you. Talk to him. I'll leave first."

She emphasized the word "well".

The meaning is very clear, I hope Meng Fu won't refuse.

After saying that, he left Meng Fu's room with his agent.

There were only three people left in the room.

Meng Fu had almost finished drying her hair. She put the towel aside and poured Albert a cup of tea. She seemed quite accustomed to it: “Please sit down.”

Zhao Fan was also very enthusiastic, "Master, please don't be restrained."

This attitude made Albert start to doubt whether he was no longer popular.

There are so many talented people in the painting association waiting to learn from him...

"Well, I hope you will think carefully about what I told you this morning," Albert said seriously, "You are very suitable for this line of work. Joining our Beijing Painting Association will bring you more benefits than you think."

Meng Fu was very polite, "Master, I really have a master, and he is also from your Painting Association."

"Is your master from our Painting Association?" Albert thought about the other four A-level teachers. Those four were similar to him. They were very strict about accepting apprentices and had not accepted any apprentices for several years. Meng Fu's teachers should not be them.

As long as it's not the other four A-level teachers, it will be easy.

He smiled and said, "It's okay. Tell me who he is and I'll discuss it with him."

Zhao Fan turned to him silently, "Are you serious?"

Albert looked at Zhao Fan's expression and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Of course, any questions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang again.

"Are Chu Yue and the others back again?" Zhao Fan got up and went to open the door.

The person outside the door was not Chu Yue, but a middle-aged man.

Zhao Fan recognized the man and was surprised: "Assistant Fang? Why are you here?"

Assistant Fang held a sandalwood square box in his hand and said respectfully, "Is Miss Meng here? The president asked me to deliver the seal."

"Yes, come in quickly." Zhao Fan stepped aside to make room for Assistant Fang and let him go in.

Fang Yi walked in carefully, not daring to look any further. He just walked to Meng Fu and handed her the brocade box, "Miss Meng."

Meng Fu took it, but didn't look at it immediately. Instead, she thanked him.

She and Albert were sitting at the small coffee table in the room, facing each other. Only their side profiles could be seen from the direction of the door. At this time, Fang Yi walked to Meng Fu and handed the brocade box to her. When he looked up, he saw Albert opposite him.

There are only five A-level teachers in the Beijing Painting Association.

Especially since Albert was the only foreigner there.

Fang Yi might not know other teachers, but he knew Albert.

Seeing him sitting opposite Meng Fu, Fang Yi was very surprised: "Teacher Albert, why are you... here?"