There are indeed B-level and A-level booths in the exhibition.
These housekeepers Jiang also knew this because of Jiang Xinran, but these A-level and B-level booths were prepared for people who have made achievements in the industry and have a certain reputation and qualifications.
Jiang Xinran is a rare talent who can enter the provincial level C-level booth when he is less than 20 years old.
Can I go to Class B and Class A booths whenever I want?
Is this cabbage?
"Ms. Meng, you may not know that this is different from the entertainment industry. Anyone can enter the entertainment industry, but in the art world, you can't just take a booth of this level if you want." Butler Jiang smiled.
Meng Fu ignored him, but remembered something and looked at Jiang Quan.
Jiang Quan was thinking about whether there were any painting teachers in the circle, and noticed her look: "What's wrong?"
Meng Fu touched his chin with his fingers, "Just... did you really do a DNA test two years ago?"
"You are talking nonsense again. You are imagining things." Jiang Quan felt that Meng Fu suspected that he was not her biological child because of Yu Zhenling's words. He was a little angry. "Your mother took the appraisal to the hospital herself. I also showed you the report. How could it be false?"
...
...
"Don't be angry," Meng Fu reached out and patted Jiang Quan's shoulder. She licked her lips and smiled, "I just asked casually."
Jiang Quan looked at the furnishings in the house through her. From his perspective, it was very simple.
Jiang Quan went downstairs only after Meng Fu arrived home safely.
When he turned around, he subconsciously glanced at the door opposite Meng Fu. There was an iron door opposite him, and it was clean and had nothing pasted on it.
The environment of this community is indeed not good, the security guards are lazy, there is almost no access control, and Meng Fu lives alone.
Jiang Quan is a little worried about the security in the community.
When he returned to the Jiang family, he was still thinking about this question.
Yu Zhenling asked another question while applying the facial mask.
"I'm just worried about Fu'er's accommodation. The community she lives in is the same one she rented two years ago. It's an old community and the security isn't very good. I'm worried about her." Jiang Quan said.
"She doesn't live at home anymore, but lives outside. She doesn't go to school, so why do you worry about her where in the school district she lives?" Yu Zhenling patted the facial mask on her face.
"I want her to move to Xinran's place." Jiang Quan thought about it.
By the way, Jiang Xinran also often lived outside. She did very well in the high school entrance examination. Yu Zhenling was pleased that she did so well, so she bought a detached house next to No. 1 Middle School and also hired a servant.
Jiang Xinran would be there during his evening classes and lunch break. Yu Zhenling spent a lot of money to ensure that Jiang Xinran could study with peace of mind.
"Don't do anything stupid. Xinran often draws there. It's still an important period for her in her senior year. I don't dare to disturb her." Yu Zhenling frowned and wanted to say something. Thinking of Jiang Quan, she lowered her eyebrows again, sighed, and showed weakness: "If you want her to go, let her go. But there is one thing, she can't disturb Xinran's work and study."
**
The next day.
Six o'clock in the morning.
The big man in black stood outside Meng Fu's door.
There were a bunch of flyers and advertisements pasted on Meng Fu's door, which made people dizzy.
He knocked on the door three times without looking away, but no one answered.
The big man withdrew his hand and looked back at Su Cheng: "This Miss Meng should not have gotten up yet, you go back first, I'll wait here..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Su Cheng, who was leaning against the handrail of the stairs with his arms folded across his chest, looking downstairs.
The big man was stunned and looked over, but didn't see anything. After about a few seconds, he finally saw a head wearing a black baseball cap.
No need to look at the face, this lazy and somewhat cold character, it is definitely Meng Fu.
Meng Fu took off her baseball cap and the Bluetooth headset on the other side, and looked up: "Sorry, I met a troublesome old man downstairs."
Su Cheng was still leaning on the stairs. He was wearing a shirt today, but no tie. He only buttoned up the last button, looking cold and noble. The look in his eyes when he looked at me casually was a little warm, just like when they first met: "No problem."
Meng Fu smiled, said nothing, opened the door and went in to get what she needed.
The big man in black waited until she entered before looking at Su Cheng and said in a low voice, "Brother Cheng, did you hear Miss Meng coming upstairs just now?"
The big man in black fell into deep self-doubt. When Meng Fu came upstairs just now, was he really...
There was no sound at all.
It shouldn't be.
Su Cheng glanced at him lightly, "Lai Fu should be able to hear it."
The big man in black: “…”
Feeling offended.
**
"His name is Su Di," Su Cheng waited for Meng Fu to finish getting her things before sending her to the company and introducing the big man in black to him, "I may have something to do recently. If you have any urgent matters, please find him while I am away."
Hearing Su Cheng's words, the big man in black looked at the rearview mirror in shock.
Soon they arrived at Meng Fu's "Best Idol" training camp.
Su Cheng took a black mask from his pocket, put it on himself, and accompanied Meng Fu in.
The program crew has a lot of cameras, so Su Cheng will wear a mask wherever there are cameras.
However, his appearance and temperament are rare and unique, not to mention in this program group, even in the entertainment industry. It would be troublesome for him not to wear a mask.
"Brother Cheng, you're here." Zhao Fan had been waiting for the two of them at the door with his phone in hand. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them coming. "Hurry up and go in. Teacher Xi is here early in the morning!"
"I understand, Sister Zhao." Meng Fu raised her hand.
When he entered the camera area, Su Cheng stopped.
Meng Fu waved to the back and said goodbye to Su Cheng. Before she left, a faint voice came from behind, unhurriedly: "Meng Fu."
His voice was also soft, like the breeze blowing across the lake, gentle as the warm sun in winter. Even if you were not a voice control person, you would find it pleasant to listen to.
Meng Fu put his hands in his pockets and turned his head, raising his eyebrows: "Hmm?"
Su Cheng smiled slightly: "If you don't want to participate in the draft anymore, you can leave at any time."
Meng Fu smiled but didn't reply.
Looking at the two of them talking back and forth, Zhao Fan said: "..."
Does she look like a background board?
"How many contracts did you sign with me at that time?" Meng Fu walked forward and asked Zhao Fan casually.
She knew that she must have signed the contract as well.
"In order to get you in, the program team invested several million. Our company is losing a lot of money, and the program team seems to have signed a bet. We hope that someone will go on to the international stage this year." Zhao Fan took her to the changing room and whispered.
"It will happen." Meng Fu changed her coat.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu.
Meng Fu buttoned up her clothes patiently: "I'm here, don't be afraid."
Zhao Fan: "...you?"
Although Zhao Fan thought that her artists were good in every way, looking at the online voting, the gap in popularity between them and Ye Shuning was not a little bit. There was still a gap. Ye Shuning's basic skills were too strong. In the end, this program was about comprehensive quality. Listening to Meng Fu's words, she almost vomited blood.
Meng Fu slowly adjusted the wheat on her collar. Under the slanting sunlight outside the window, her expression was lazy and casual: "Just me."
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