Meng Fu is not a fan of celebrities, and her understanding of the entertainment industry comes from Zhao Fan.
After hearing what Zhao Fan said, she nodded, knowing that the other two were similar to Che Shao.
She is the only third-tier artist in this show.
Even Tang Ze's agent couldn't help but be shocked by Meng Fu's terrifying connections: "These three people, especially Che Shao and Sheng Jun, can support half of Weibo's traffic."
Meng Fu took over this resource well.
Naturally, getting good resources has both advantages and disadvantages for her. Just as Zhao Fan worried, Tang Ze's agent was also worried about the content of the live broadcast.
Meng Fu's negative news has just decreased recently. She should participate in more singing competition programs, such as the Youth Song Competition. Forget about reality shows that focus on details. Meng Fu participated in an unedited live broadcast program for the first time...
"When does the show start?" Tang Ze asked Meng Fu.
Meng Fu touched his chin and said, "It's about the same as the World Championship qualifiers."
There are also some conflicts in time, so Meng Fu needs to make preparations for both situations.
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Tang Ze nodded.
Zhao Fan noticed Tang Ze's strangeness and paused for a moment, "Teacher Tang, do you have anything to say?"
"There is one," Tang Ze smiled, "Recently someone invited me to participate in the next season of the King of Singers, but I still have a contract and don't want to go. I wanted to recommend Meng Fu to go, but I didn't expect her to take on "A Day in the Life of a Star."
"Battle of the Singers" is a super popular singing competition program on the domestic Internet. It has a huge amount of traffic and most of the singers who enter this program are talented and popular.
A small number of them are capable but not famous.
Tang Ze's fame has increased recently because of "Best Idol", and he seems to be catching up with Xi Nancheng. It's not surprising that the program team invited him.
But I didn't expect that he would actually want to introduce Meng Fu.
When Zhao Fan heard this, he looked at Tang Ze calmly.
She didn't quite understand why Tang Ze took such good care of Meng Fu. Not only had he taught Meng Fu personally before, but this time he even introduced such important resources to Meng Fu. Was it just because of a little secret recipe?
"Recently, focus on the preliminaries." After saying this, Tang Ze still gave Meng Fu earnest guidance.
The six members of the group will all participate in the "Global Idol" preliminaries. Even though there is no hope, most people don't want to lose too badly.
The preliminaries of "Global Idol" are selected by the judges based on their comprehensive strength. The preliminaries are supported by hard strength, and the overall ranking afterwards is based on strength + popularity.
Meng Fu nodded, then said, "Ah, no, I have to go eat later."
Both Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan gave money to Meng Fu, but they still felt it was not enough, so Mr. Jiang asked Meng Fu to go out for dinner on the pretext of getting the postcard.
**
at the same time.
Yu family.
Yu Yong didn't know that Yu Zhenling had looked for Meng Fu.
In the studio, he gently put down his brush and called his confidant, "Have you finished the paintings that will be sent to the preliminary round of the World Championships?"
He was talking about the qualifying round of the World Youth Painting Championship.
The confidant held a pile of boxes in his hands and nodded: "Everything is sorted out. I put Miss Cousin's painting on the top."
"That's good," Yu Yong nodded. He nodded slightly for a long while, then remembered something. "Go to the warehouse and find the painting that the Jiang family brought over last time for me."
He was talking about the painting Jiang Quan gave him last time, which he had never looked at.
This time, because of Meng Fu's matter, he decided to give Meng Fu a name, so naturally there had to be an obvious reason. Yu Yong decided to take the painting to the Jiang family.
The confidant responded and went to find the painting.
As soon as he went out, Yu Yong received a call from Yu Zhenling.
Yu Zhenling was talking about Meng Fu's response and Mr. Jiang's reaction.
"So are you sure she doesn't need my name?" Hearing the reply, Yu Yong narrowed his eyes, unable to believe it.
Yu Zhenling on the other end of the phone pressed her temples and said, "That's right."
Yu Yong had a bad temper, and no one in the Painting Association had ever been so disrespectful to him. He was so angry that he laughed, "She doesn't want to be my direct disciple like Xinran, does she?"
After hearing what Yu Yong said, Yu Zhenling paused. What Yu Yong said made sense. After all, Jiang Xinran was Yu Yong's last disciple.
"Go tell her that Xinran is my last disciple because she is very talented. Don't be too ambitious and don't covet things that don't belong to her, or you may not be able to climb up." Yu Yong was furious and didn't want to care about Meng Fu's matter anymore.
Outside, the confidant brought Meng Fu's paintings. Yu Yong was too lazy to look at them. "No, let's send these paintings to the president first."
He is talking about the president of the General Painting Association.
Although Yu Yong is the vice president of the General Painting Association, he is still a long way from being the president. The T City General Painting Association has three vice presidents but only one president, and this president is a senior official of the Beijing Painting Association. This is a clear example.
Paintings for the World Youth Championship must first pass the president’s review.
The confidant packed up the paintings and sent them directly to the Painting Association. When the servant was sorting the paintings, he saw an exquisite painting box on the table. Generally, only valuable paintings would use exquisite painting boxes, so he put this painting directly in the box and sent it to the Painting Association.
As for the Yu family, no one noticed that the painting sent by Jiang Quan was missing.
**
Painting Association.
The president and several judges were in a hall looking at the paintings sent from all over the city.
Among the participants in this competition are Yu Yong's students, but to avoid suspicion he does not have a place as a referee this time.
"The young people in our painting association have been pretty good in recent years," a judge nodded while holding a landscape painting, "It's good enough for the qualifying round, President, take a look at this painting."
The president is a man in his fifties. He wears a dark grey robe and has a reserved temperament. He looks peaceful and mellow with the accumulation of years.
He took the painting and looked at it, nodding slightly, "It's really good."
Naturally, for a master like him, the word "not bad" is already a great compliment.
"This one is also good..." Someone else discovered another painting.
The president is not only the president of T City, he has lived in Beijing for many years and has met many geniuses in the Beijing Painting Association. When he saw these paintings, most of them just nodded slightly.
About ten minutes later, an old man was staring at a painting in a daze.
His strangeness attracted the attention of others.
The president also walked over and asked, "How is it?"
The old man came to his senses and showed the painting to the president and a few people around him.
The other people looked over. The painting was a picture of an old man under a dead tree at dusk. It was very simple, without any fancy strokes. The expressions on their faces changed slightly, and then they couldn't help but admire it.
"This freehand painting is full of charm and verve. Looking at this painting, you can tell that the artist is good at using thick ink and light colors, which is unrestrained and wild."
"The brushwork is flawed, but the artistic conception is comparable to those monsters in the Beijing General Association." The president saw the shortcomings, but these were not a big deal. Chinese painting has always been about leaving the form behind and depicting the spirit. Looking at the realm of this painting, you can tell that the other party has a very high talent in this area. "Who is this person? We have such a rare talent in the T City Painting Association."
The president looked around but didn't see any signature on the painting.
Some painters are good at signing their works by using the details of their paintings, but the president looked for several possible places and did not see any seals.
He couldn't help but frown.
"President," a referee beside him groaned for a moment and said, "I know who it is."
"Who?" The president looked up at him.
The referee looked up and said, "It should be Vice President Yu's niece, and his last disciple, Jiang Xinran."
Jiang Xinran, because of Yu Yong's relationship, is very famous in the T City Painting Association. She has participated in the T City Art Exhibition three times and won many medals of varying sizes.
The president was eager to see the people and didn't care about the rest of the paintings. He walked outside and said impatiently: "Go and ask Vice President Yu and his niece to come over."
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