After hearing what the assistant said, Manager An thought for a while before remembering Meng Fu.
Manager An stood up with his hands on the table: "You said Meng Fu surpassed Ye Shuning and got first place?"
In terms of the degree of popularity on the Internet, Ye Shuning is naturally the most popular. Some people in the industry have evaluated Ye Shuning's potential and he has the potential for an A-level contract. Even Manager An has thought about signing him to his company.
When he heard his assistant say this, he found it incredible.
"That's right, Brother Qian and the others know that Meng Fu has terminated the contract, and they asked you to come to the company as soon as possible." The assistant finished speaking in one breath.
Brother Qian is Tianle Media’s gold medal agent and has extensive connections in the entertainment industry. Even Manager An has to treat him with courtesy.
After listening to this, Manager An pulled out a chair and walked out, while asking his assistant to go over the whole thing for him.
About half an hour later, Manager An arrived at the office, "Brother Qian."
Brother Qian put down the documents in his hand, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Manager An, "Meng Fu, I want to hear your opinion in detail. If you can still sign it back, please do your best."
"I looked at the hot searches, it should be the hype of Best Idol," Manager An asked someone to pour Brother Qian a cup of tea, and then slowly explained to Brother Qian: "Meng Fu's personality cannot be established. The most important thing is that she did not finish high school, and the only way she can go is to be a black and red. This kind of person can only stay on the topic list for two days. Last time, her agent wanted to upgrade Meng Fu's contract. If she is signed back at this time, she must ask for a lot of money. It is better to spend this money on her to sign Ye Shuning."
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He did not agree to re-sign Meng Fu, it was not worth it.
Brother Qian didn't know Meng Fu very well. He had first-tier celebrities under his wing, so it was impossible for him to pay attention to eighteenth-tier celebrities.
However, Manager An has been in the entertainment industry for so long, so he must have his reasons for saying so, and Brother Qian did not pursue the matter of Meng Fu any further.
The entertainment industry has also undergone some changes in recent years. For someone like Meng Fu who has not even finished high school, his future development potential is indeed not high.
**
Jiang family.
It was approaching twelve o'clock and the hall was still brightly lit.
Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen had just returned from the province.
When Meng Fu and Old Man Jiang came back, Jiang Xinran was showing Jiang Quan the award certificate she received today.
Meng Fu followed behind Mr. Jiang and calmly watched the harmonious scene under the crystal chandelier.
The butler's call of "Master" brought everyone in the hall back to their senses.
Yu Zhenling looked up quickly and said with a smile, "Dad, why are you back now? Look, Xinran won the first prize in mathematical modeling today."
Mr. Jiang pursed his lips. He was a little unhappy, but he didn't show this in front of Jiang Xinran. He praised lightly: "Xinran has always been very smart."
He and Meng Fu had just returned. Meng Fu originally wanted to go back to the rental house in No. 1 Middle School, but after the old man went to No. 1 Middle School, he directly asked someone to drive the car back to the Jiang family.
Thinking of this, the old man turned his head to Meng Fu and said, "I'll have someone buy you a new house tomorrow."
Before Meng Fu could speak, Jiang Quan, who was waiting for them to return in the hall, put down his teacup and stood up: "Dad, what house do you want to buy?"
"I mean to buy a house for Fu'er," Old Master Jiang glanced at him, "where Fu'er lives, there's no elevator, the security is not safe, it's pitch black, I get scared when I go there at night, how can a girl live there?"
Meng Fu had been living in the Jiang family before, so Mr. Jiang naturally had never thought about buying a house for her.
Now Meng Fu may not go back to the Jiang family once a week, so Old Man Jiang starts to worry about her living conditions.
Hearing this, Jiang Quan touched his nose and said, "Dad, I was planning to talk to Fu'er about this as well. I want her to move over there and live with Xinran. Xinran has a single-family villa over there with a nanny and a cook, and enough rooms. I feel relieved that she will be taken care of."
Hearing this, Mr. Jiang's expression relaxed.
He also knew that Yu Zhenling arranged a villa for Jiang Xinran for her studies.
Jiang Xinchen, who had been sitting on the sofa and was drowsy, finally tilted his head slightly and said with a dissatisfied look: "That was bought by mom for my sister so that she can concentrate on her tutoring and competition classes. What if one more person disturbs my sister's studies?"
"Xinchen!" Jiang Xinran patted Jiang Xinchen's shoulder, then looked up, "Grandpa, don't support Xinchen's nonsense. I'm naturally happy that my sister lives with me."
"Of course," Yu Zhenling asked someone to bring up a midnight snack and looked at Meng Fu, "You live with Xinran, so you can't disturb your sister's studies and can't go to the second floor. I'll have someone arrange a room for you on the first floor. You can study with your sister more when you have nothing to do."
Meng Fu's right hand was hooked on her sunglasses. It was late at night and the dew was heavy. She had a black coat loosely draped over her shoulders. Her figure was slender and tall under the crystal lamp. Hearing this, she just tilted her head slightly and smiled lazily, "No need, Grandpa, I'm not moving."
Her tone was no different from before. Looking at Meng Fu's expression, Mr. Jiang knew that she really didn't want to move.
I never mentioned this matter again.
The main thing is that Mr. Jiang is in a good mood tonight and doesn’t want to get angry.
The cell phone in Meng Fu's pocket rang. She looked down and saw it was her neighbor across the street. She hung up calmly, then said something to Grandpa Jiang and went upstairs to rest.
"Go and have a rest," the old man said to Meng Fu very gently, "You still have to meet the Tong family tomorrow, so have a good rest tonight."
I'll let Meng Fu come back today, and I'll take Meng Fu to the Tong family tomorrow to discuss the engagement.
Hearing the old man's words, Jiang Xinran behind him couldn't help but clench his lips.
Meng Fu didn't react at all. She just nodded and went upstairs with her phone.
The last time she left, she only packed her own things, and her room was still there at the Jiang family.
She pressed the button on her cell phone while preparing to call the door next door.
When she was at the door of her room, a hand blocked her way.
It’s Jiang Xinchen.
He had a proud look and a fierce look. When he saw Meng Fu looking at him, he pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "Do you have to snatch Brother Tong from my sister? What's the benefit of marrying into the Tong family? Can you play the piano? Can you arrange flowers? Can you make incense..."
Jiang Xinchen is a good student, but not as good as Jiang Xinran, especially in math. Even though Jiang Xinran is not his biological sister, Jiang Xinchen really regards her as his biological sister.
Not only Jiang Xinchen, but all of Jiang Xinchen's classmates admire Jiang Xinran.
Meng Fu ignored him, just holding the phone, pushed his hand away, and calmly gave him three words: "Don't mess with me."
The door was closed from the inside.
Jiang Xinchen stood at the door, pinching his numb wrist, staring blankly at the closed door, unable to react.
Has Meng Fu always been this strong?
**
In the room.
Meng Fu closed the door casually, took out her cell phone and called the person next door again, then sat down at the desktop computer, turned it on, and pressed a few keys.
"Someone climbed into your house through the window at night." The neighbor's voice was still cold and indifferent.
Meng Fu leaned back in her chair, tapping on the table with her other hand, waiting for the computer to respond. The Jiang family's computer was a bit slow, and there was no response for nearly a minute.
She leaned back in her chair and said vaguely, "I understand."
My neighbor never talked much. Apart from drawing, he didn't like to study other people's private affairs. I didn't ask much. "My teacher should come to T City in half a month."
Meng Fu looked up at the sky, "Oh."
Their conversations were always brief. She hung up the phone and looked back at the computer, which still showed it was connecting.
“Bang, bang—”
There was a knock on the door and it was Butler Jiang who came in. He brought Meng Fu a bowl of soup and milk.
"Put it here." Meng Fu stood up, opened the closet door, took out clothes and prepared to take a bath.
Butler Jiang placed the tray next to the computer. Just as he put it down, the computer made a "ding dong" sound and a dialog box popped up.
Butler Jiang looked over subconsciously.
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