As soon as Yu Yong said this, the expressions of the people around him changed slightly.
The Yu family has been a family of scholars for generations. Grandpa Yu is the president of T University, and Yu Yong is the vice president of the Painting Association. Today, the Yu family's status in T City is no longer what it used to be.
As the vice president, Yu Yong has few direct students. Apart from Jiang Xinran, there are only three others. All three of them have made great contributions in the literary world and are true artists.
If you can get your name listed here by Yu Yong, you will be able to become a hot topic in the entertainment industry.
Jiang Quan had wanted Meng Fu to study under Yu Yong at the beginning, and he had the same intention, but he was rejected by Yu Yong before.
Now that Yu Yong mentioned this again, Yu Zhenling was stunned and a little surprised. Meng Fu could have a name in the Painting Association, which would be good for her and her family. "That's really Fu'er's great fortune. It can be said that she has found a blessing in disguise."
Yu Zhenling was worried that Meng Fu would affect Yu Yong. She thought about it and continued, "Brother, will she affect you?"
She was referring to the online hype surrounding celebrities.
"It will be fine as long as she doesn't go too far." Yu Yong frowned slightly. He has focused on talent all his life, and all of his students are extremely talented, just like Jiang Xinran.
This was the first time he had accepted someone like Meng Fu, but Meng Fu was not his real student. He could only let her attend classes and put her name on the list.
...
...
"Okay, thank you for your trouble." Yu Zhenling thought to herself that she would call Meng Fu when she found the person who stole Jiang Xinran's painting.
Of course, Yu Zhenling never thought that Meng Fu would refuse this.
While the two were discussing, Jiang Xinran stood aside, lowered his eyelashes, and did not speak.
**
Meng Fu had already reached the roadside.
There is a new car parked on the side of the road.
It was white. Neither Meng Fu nor Zhao Fan had ever seen this car before.
Su Cheng was standing on the side of the road in a white sweater, probably talking to someone on the phone. He caught a glimpse of someone in his peripheral vision. He said something to the person on the other end and hung up the phone. He glanced at the two people and said, "Get in the car."
Zhao Fan opened the back door and let Meng Fu go in first.
"Brother Cheng, where are we going?" Zhao Fan looked at Su Cheng's itinerary and found that he was not on the way to special training.
According to the schedule, Meng Fu was supposed to go for special training in the afternoon as the global competition qualifiers were approaching.
Su Cheng didn't say much, his tone was as cold as he was: "Let's go eat first, and then talk about the specific content of the variety show."
He was talking about the variety show live broadcast content that he mentioned to Zhao Fan last time.
The dining location was still the same old place, the same room, and this time the door of the box was not closed.
The humming sound of erhu tunes from the second floor drifted into the room, mixed with the rising sandalwood scent, giving a feeling of being in a paradise.
Exceptionally elegant and quiet.
At this time, Meng Fu received a call from Mr. Jiang.
"Fuer, why did they ask you to go to the art exhibition?" Old Master Jiang has been in high spirits recently. He remembered the last time Jiang Quan gave Meng Fu's painting to Yu Yong.
His voice was so loud that Su Cheng and Zhao Fan beside him could clearly hear it was his voice.
Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu, who tilted her head and asked the waiter in green to bring two bottles of wine. "Nothing."
Her expression was indifferent, but her tone was as obedient and soft as ever, floating into people's hearts.
Su Di, who was listening on the side, was stunned.
Mr. Jiang didn't notice anything unusual, so he didn't dwell on it and said excitedly, "Okay. Then give me two autographed photos tomorrow, and I'll have someone come pick them up."
Meng Fu didn't ask him what he was doing, and told him to have someone come to pick up the autographed photo at a certain time.
The waiter brought the drinks, not the wine Meng Fu ordered, but two cups of warm milk.
Meng Fu raised her head and leaned back on the chair, her slightly curly hair scattered on the arrow. She turned her head to look at Zhao Fan beside her and smiled lazily: "Changed?"
Zhao Fan didn't dare to go back.
"Changed." Su Cheng looked at her with his phone in his hand. His eyes were always warm and cold. "Let's eat."
Meng Fu withdrew his gaze with a bit of regret and picked up the chopsticks to eat.
While she was eating, Su Cheng was talking to Zhao Fan about the live variety show.
"Live broadcast daily?" Zhao Fan read the contract from beginning to end, as well as the main content of the variety show. She paused and asked, "Who are the other three guests?"
"The personnel have not been fully confirmed yet." Su Cheng shook his head.
This is a new type of program in China. There are four artists who will broadcast live together for one day every week. The program team will design the live content to ensure that the content of the day is exciting enough, whether it is a challenge, daily life or some other experience.
There are twelve sessions in total, lasting three months.
Su Cheng pushed the content of the program to Meng Fu again.
Meng Fu drank a sip of milk and glanced around.
When she turned to the last part of the contract fee, her nonchalant attitude disappeared, and she stroked her chin: "Sister Fan, this variety show is possible."
Zhao Fan is a top agent after all. Meng Fu couldn't help but feel a headache when she saw the way she couldn't walk when she saw the money. "Meng Fu, think carefully. This show is dangerous. Unless you are talented and popular, few people dare to accept it. Variety shows will always magnify people's shortcomings, especially this kind of live broadcast that lasts all day long. There is no editing here. You don't know much. If the director digs a little hole in the live broadcast, it will not only fail to attract popularity, but will make other guests stand out. This variety show is too dangerous. Don't accept it."
Zhao Fan knew the inside story of these programs. Meng Fu was put in this program not only as a vase, but also to set off other guests.
Meng Fu was previously blackened by the entire network, but her image has improved somewhat recently because of "Best Idol". If she is blackened by the entire network again because of this show, it would be a loss.
After all, the label of her dropping out of high school has always been a label on her and it is difficult to tear off.
"Meng Fu, the most important thing for an artist is popularity. You have to think about it carefully." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu seriously.
"Sister Fan, I understand." Meng Fu pondered for a minute, then raised her head and replied carefully: "People can't give up money for popularity."
After hearing the first half, Zhao Fan thought Meng Fu had improved. After hearing the second half, she said, "..."
"Meng Fu, I'm not trying to discourage you. It's not easy to get on this show without some talent. But we can take on some other variety shows, such as singing ones, or some web dramas, and wait until our fans are completely solid..."
"The money isn't as much as this show." Meng Fu said honestly.
Zhao Fan took a deep breath and turned to Su Cheng. She really couldn’t control Meng Fu recently!
Su Cheng took the contract and said, "Okay, the next live broadcast should be next week. The specific time will depend on your schedule."
Zhao Fan: “…”
Brother Cheng, you have changed.
Zhao Fan had a headache. It seemed that she would have to clean up Meng Fu's mess for some time to come.
But she has gotten used to it in the past two years.
As the group was talking, Meng Fu's phone rang a few more times. She just glanced at it and hung up, then blocked it.
After repeating three or four times.
The other party probably knew what Meng Fu was thinking and stopped making any movement.
**
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Su Di went to sign the variety show contract.
Su Cheng sent Meng Fu to training.
These past two days, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan have either Su Di or Su Cheng around them, and Zhao Fan has gotten used to it.
"Best Idol" has been completed, and only the six members of the group are in the subsequent training. The base is a bit deserted at this time.
There were two people standing outside the gate of the base. The middle-aged woman in front was wearing a green cheongsam and a dark coat. It was drizzling and the driver was holding a black umbrella for her.
It was Yu Zhenling.
Seeing Meng Fu, Su Cheng and the others get off the car, she paused, narrowed her eyes slightly, and walked over in high heels: "I know I misunderstood you about what happened this morning. In order to compensate you, your uncle allows you to attend classes at the T City General Painting Association every Saturday and use his name. Don't tell grandpa about this."
"Sister, I'm sorry," Jiang Xinran also got out of the car and apologized to Meng Fu: "Please forgive mom and uncle. Blame me if you want to."
Hearing about the T City Painting Association, Zhao Fan, who originally didn't want to pay attention to Yu Zhenling, couldn't help but pause.
The T City Painting Association is more famous in T City than T University, which is ranked in the top 20 universities.
Su Cheng opened the umbrella and took Meng Fu in without looking away: "Let's go."
It seemed as if he didn’t hear what Yu Zhenling said.
Yu Zhenling has lived for so many years, and she has always been praised by others. Few people dare to treat her like this.
"Mom, is my sister unhappy..." Jiang Xinran spoke hesitantly.
"What is she dissatisfied with? I'm not a good person, so just ignore her for now." Yu Zhenling got into the car irritably and asked the driver to drive back to Jiang's house.
**
Jiang Xinchen didn’t have classes today, but I didn’t see him at home.
When asked, the servant pointed to the ancestral temple and said that he had gone to kneel down there.
Jiang Xinchen kneels in the ancestral hall?
Why kneel in the ancestral temple?
As the two were thinking about it, outside, a servant's voice was heard greeting them. It was Old Master Jiang who had returned.
Beside him were Tong Eryu and Jiang Quan's assistants, and the three of them were talking about serious matters.
Seeing them, Jiang Xinran's expression changed for a moment, then he knelt on the ground, speaking in an apologetic and serious voice: "Grandpa, today's incident is entirely my fault. If it weren't for my mom, they wouldn't have wronged my sister. Mom and uncle have already apologized to my sister. My uncle didn't mean it. He said he would let her become his disciple, which is already a big risk. My sister should still be dissatisfied. She may want to be my uncle's last disciple, but my uncle is not an ordinary person."
"No matter how wrong I am, this matter is all my fault. Grandpa, you can punish me. It has nothing to do with my brother. Don't punish him to kneel in the ancestral hall."
When Jiang Xinran said this, Yu Zhenling on the side obviously thought that Meng Fu had already complained to the old man, so when she went to find her before, she did not accept Yu Yong's conditions.
That's why Jiang Xinchen was punished by the old man to kneel in the ancestral hall.
Yes, besides Meng Fu, who else would complain to Mr. Jiang? !
Yu Zhenling's face turned pale.
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