After all, Meng Fu's hardware is too poor.
Speaking of the live broadcast of the show, Su Di also looked at Meng Fu and Zhao Fan curiously.
Zhao Fan, who seemed to be in the midst of a parade, came back to her senses. After Meng Fu finished her performance, she was called by Director Mu. Although she had been working in the entertainment industry for many years and had experienced many ups and downs, Meng Fu tonight was still beyond her expectations.
When she heard someone asking Meng Fu about her performance, she raised her head and couldn't hide her excitement, "It was a perfect stage performance, and her popularity was almost as high as Ye Shuning's. It was on the hot search list..."
It is extremely rare for an 18th-tier trainee to be on the hot search list without the involvement of public relations.
"Really?" Su Di also looked excited. He looked at Su Cheng. He remembered the gambling agreement that Su Cheng helped Meng Fu sign.
Su Cheng put his hands in his pockets and stood under the street light with his head half lowered. As if he sensed Su Di's question, he raised his head, with half of his face shrouded in shadow: "Good performance."
I just listened casually to what Zhao Fan said about Wei Jingke.
But he didn't expect Su Cheng to say such a thing. Wei Jingke couldn't help but look up and glanced at Meng Fu again, slightly surprised.
"This is Wei Jingke." Su Cheng didn't give Wei Jingke time to react. He pointed at Wei Jingke and introduced her to Meng Fu and Zhao Fan. Then he looked at Wei Jingke and said to him, "Meng Fu, my current boss. This is Zhao Fan, her agent. Just call her Sister Zhao."
...
...
Meng Fu didn't say anything. Zhao Fan could tell that Wei Jingke didn't look like an ordinary person, so he quickly greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Wei."
Wei Jingke was silent for a while. When he knew that Su Di called Zhao Fan "Sister Zhao", he looked at Zhao Fan with some unknown look, and then called her "Sister Zhao" in a faint voice.
Not far away, a driver drove Meng Fu's nanny car over.
"There is an expert specializing in internal medicine in Beijing. He will come to T City on a business trip in a few days. If your grandfather needs anything, I can help you contact him." Su Cheng held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, his eyes warm and cold.
Meng Fu put one hand in her pocket and watched Zhao Fan open the car door. She tilted her head, glanced at Su Cheng, paused slightly, and then smiled, "Thank you."
She has peach blossom eyes and a charming and gorgeous appearance. Even the dim street lights cannot neutralize her brightness.
Her windbreaker was only loosely tied with a belt, and she was wearing a white T-shirt underneath. Her delicate white collarbone was vaguely visible, and there was a seductive red mole on it.
Su Chengbo's cold expression paused for a moment.
He was always cold and calm, one of the coldest types. At this moment, he just glanced at her, his voice lacking any ups and downs: "Su Di said you were drinking?"
Meng Fu raised her head, coughed, and looked up at the sky: "I'm not that kind of person."
Zhao Fan has been unable to control Meng Fu recently, so he can only complain to Su Cheng: "She has it."
"Brother Cheng, the wine was bought by Sister Zhao." Meng Fu turned her head, her eyes shifted, and she moved in front of Su Cheng. A strand of hair drooped diagonally in front of her forehead, and her pair of peach blossom eyes were misty.
Looks well-behaved and clever.
Su Cheng: “…”
A second later, he involuntarily turned his gaze away and looked at Zhao Fan.
Meng Fu also tilted her head slightly. In the corner where Su Cheng couldn't see, the cuteness in her eyes had long disappeared. She looked at Zhao Fan with raised eyebrows, and there was only one line of words written on her face -
[You have to take the blame for this.] 】
Zhao Fan: "...Brother Cheng, I will pay attention next time."
The nanny car stopped, and Zhao Fan opened the door humiliatingly and let Meng Fu get in.
After Meng Fu and Zhao Fan left, Su Cheng's eyes were covered with a layer of coldness again, "What's going on with today's soundtrack?"
Although he had not originally planned to let Meng Fu use that audio track, it did not mean that others could plot against him.
Su Di opened the door of the black car: "After all the calculations, it's just those trainees. I have already started to investigate."
"Investigate it carefully." The Buddhist beads in Su Cheng's hand reflected a cold light under the street light.
**
at the same time.
Internal meeting of "Best Idol".
Director Mu, the program team’s two assistant directors, the person in charge, the content planner, and four mentors were all there.
"Everyone should know about the gambling agreement made by our program team," Director Mu said, asking the staff to release Meng Fu's popularity votes. "I think Meng Fu also has a chance to compete for a ticket to the international competition this year. I want to include her in the special training."
"She did perform very well tonight, but it was mainly because of the big contrast between her performance and her performance. Of course, I didn't expect that she had concealed her ability before," Xi Nancheng was silent for a moment, then spoke, "But I also want to point out one thing. The finals will be held in the international arena in half a month. She has a very important point. She has no emotion in her singing. Most people should be able to hear it tonight. She was just showing off her skills and there was no emotion in her."
That’s right, Meng Fu was very different before and after. Xi Nancheng wouldn’t believe that someone could learn to sing well in such a short time, so he naturally thought that Meng Fu was hiding her ability.
"International competitions are different from domestic competitions. Let's not talk about other people. Just Lina from Country H has long been famous both at home and abroad. We have a large number of her fans in China," Xi Nancheng shook his head. "Let alone Meng Fu, I'm not sure Ye Shuning can get a ticket this time. You are too optimistic."
Tang Ze was also shocked by what Director Mu said. He didn't expect that Director Mu would be so optimistic about Meng Fu.
Only after Xi Nancheng finished speaking did Tang Ze put down the file and said, "Director Mu, regarding Meng Fu, I hope you don't have too high expectations of her and don't put too much pressure on her. The time is too short and there is not much time to train her."
Tang Ze was very afraid that the director and his group would place all their hopes on Meng Fu, but later on Meng Fu would not meet their expectations.
"I just want to strengthen Meng Fu's training." Director Mu laughed after hearing what Tang Ze and Xi Nancheng said.
"That's fine. Meng Fu's stage performance is too strong." Others had no objection to Director Mu's decision. After all, everyone saw Meng Fu's performance.
After the meeting was over and everyone else had left, Director Mu spoke to Tang Ze alone.
Tang Ze held the thermos cup, thought for a moment, and said, "There's not much I can teach her, but she has great potential. Unfortunately, she doesn't have enough time. If she is given enough time, she can reach the international arena."
Not enough time?
This is really a flaw.
Director Mu was also depressed, "Let's do this for now, it's not certain if she can enter the international arena."
Tang Ze smiled helplessly.
**
The next day, evening.
This was the first time Jiang Quan came to the girl group to find Meng Fu and gave her the gift that the nurse had asked him to pass on.
Pick her up and have dinner.
"Your grandfather said your show was very exciting this time, and I watched a little bit of it," Jiang Quan was very happy, "Your popularity has made a big breakthrough, and he also said that you have a fan club. He insisted that I take you home for dinner to celebrate. He has been feeling better recently, and the doctor has allowed him to come out for one night."
"Your mother also has to apologize to you in person. There is one more thing, which is the Tong family." Jiang Quan drove here by himself today. He drove the car to the mainland. "What do you think of Tong Eryu? This is the childhood marriage that your grandfather arranged for you. We thought about it and decided to see what you think. Let's find a time to make an appointment with the Tong family. What do you think?"
Meng Fu didn't plan to go back to the Jiang family, but when she heard that it was Old Master Jiang who insisted on celebrating for her, she could only go back while pressing her temples.
"All is fine." Meng Fu leaned back in his chair and yawned.
At the same time, she sent a message to Zhao Fan saying that she would be home in the evening.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the Jiang family’s gate.
Jiang family.
The old man is back today and all the Jiang family members are here.
Jiang Xinran and Mrs. Jiang were sitting on the sofa talking to the old man.
"Sister, is that underground network you mentioned really so magical? Even Dr. Feng's clinic can be auctioned?" Jiang Xinchen put down the phone in his hand, heard Jiang Xinran's words, and looked at Jiang Xinran in surprise.
Jiang Xinran nodded slightly, "I also heard Brother Tong and the others say that by chance today."
"Then why can't I find it on the Internet?" Jiang Xinchen was holding his phone, puzzled.
Jiang Xinran didn't really know the details, so he just smiled and said, "This requires membership. Most people don't know that Brother Tong hasn't even logged into his account."
When it comes to these things, Mr. Jiang was also quite interested and asked a few more questions.
Meng Fu and Shan Jiangquan just happened to come in from outside. As soon as she came back, she attracted the old man's attention, and the old man let go of the matter of the underground net.
He circled around her for several minutes.
The expression on Jiang Xinran's face seemed to freeze for a moment, and he looked a little lonely.
Jiang Xinchen pursed his lips, and couldn't help but look up and look at Grandpa Jiang: "Dad, my sister just said that the underground network can also find the Feng Shen doctor."
"Underground network?" Meng Fu sat on the sofa, holding an apple in her hand, and looked at Grandpa Jiang, "Grandpa, what kind of rubbish website is this?"
Before the others could react, Jiang Xinchen's eyes turned red with anger. He slapped the coffee table and laughed out of anger: "Just sing your song, rubbish website? What do you know? Do you know what a ground network is?"
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