Chinese painting is about proficiency and artistic conception, and of course, the most important thing is fame.
There are several people in the T City General Painting Association who are as capable as Jiang Xinran, but due to the lack of Yu Yong's hype, Jiang Xinran almost became the only one in power.
When they saw the particularly outstanding painting, they couldn't think of anyone else except Jiang Xinran.
Several people from the Painting Association acted very quickly and found Yu Yong soon.
Yu Yong was also shocked when he received the call.
"The president asked me to bring Xinran with me?" He had many connections in the Painting Association and quickly got the truth out of other people.
After asking, he was surprised but also felt strange.
The president is from the Beijing General Association. Several people in the association have even surpassed Yu Yong himself in painting. Although the painting Jiang Xinran submitted for the competition is good, Yu Yong is also self-aware and does not think that her painting is better than those monsters from the Beijing General Association.
That's why he was surprised that the president was so anxious to see him.
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at the same time.
Zhao Fan drove Meng Fu to the hotel.
"I'm going to talk to you about 'A Day in the Life of a Star'. After you finish eating, call Brother Cheng and he will come to pick you up." Zhao Fan reminded Meng Fu before she got out of the car.
Meng Fu put on sunglasses and nodded vaguely to show that he understood.
Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu was never late, so he arrived early when he invited Meng Fu to dinner this time.
He even specially invited Jiang Quan to come as well.
Jiang Xinchen was also sitting next to him.
Jiang Xinchen was a little restless. He was forced to come here by Old Master Jiang. After knowing that he had not apologized to Meng Fu yet, Old Master Jiang told him bluntly to apologize to Meng Fu in person.
Meng Fu had not arrived yet. While Mr. Jiang was waiting, he remembered that Jiang Quan had said that Meng Fu asked him to take a DNA test, and he was moved.
But before he could ask, Meng Fu pushed open the door of the box and came in.
"Fu'er." Seeing Meng Fu coming in, Mr. Jiang stood up immediately.
Jiang Quan didn't say anything, he just pulled out the chair next to him and asked her to sit down.
Jiang Xinchen didn't dare to look up at Meng Fu.
The menu here was prepared by the old man a long time ago, and it was basically according to Meng Fu's taste. When he saw Meng Fu, he pushed the menu over for Meng Fu to see.
Meng Fu took it and glanced at the dishes they ordered. The whole process took only a second: "No need to add more, these are enough."
Old Master Jiang looked at her reaction and felt a stagnation in his heart. He intuitively felt that Meng Fu was still angry.
He turned to Jiang Quan: "Why hasn't Zhenling come yet?"
Originally, Mr. Jiang didn't plan to let Yu Zhenling come today. When Yu Zhenling heard that they were having dinner, she took the initiative to say that she wanted to apologize to Meng Fu.
Yu Zhenling is Meng Fu's mother after all. Mr. Jiang hopes that there is no grudge between the two of them, so he agreed without much thought.
This point was the one they had agreed on.
Still no sign of Yu Zhenling.
Mr. Jiang looked at Jiang Xinchen and asked him to call Yu Zhenling.
Jiang Xinchen had been fidgeting, and now that the old man asked him to make a phone call, he finally had something to do. He took out his cell phone and called Yu Zhenling.
Yu Zhenling answered the phone very slowly, and when the phone was about to be hung up, she finally answered the phone.
"Mom," Jiang Xinchen lowered his voice, "Why haven't you come yet?"
Yu Zhenling was already on her way to the Painting Association, and was talking to Jiang Xinran about her paintings. They both knew that it was the president who was looking for her. When she heard Jiang Xinchen's words, she was quite perfunctory. Looking at the background passing by outside the window, she only said hurriedly: "The president of the Painting Association is looking for Xinran. I am accompanying Xinran to the Painting Association now. I don't have time to eat. I will tell your grandfather."
She has always been very polite. After hanging up the phone, she called the old man again.
After the old man answered the phone, a layer of frost covered his brows.
Jiang Quan was sitting next to the old man, and the old man had no way to avoid him, so he naturally heard what Yu Zhenling said.
"Let's eat," Mr. Jiang turned his cold face towards Meng Fu, and then changed his expression in an instant, "Fu'er, give me a few autographed photos first. The company manager's daughter is your fan..."
While the two were talking, Jiang Quan was listening on the side and was a little surprised. The manager's daughter was a fan of Meng Fu?
Meng Fu took out two autographed photos and gave them to Mr. Jiang.
Jiang Quan glanced at it casually.
I was just looking at it casually, but I noticed the words on the autographed photo at first glance. They were not the popular artistic words, but the cursive words signed with a black pen, which were vigorous and bold, and had a unique and majestic style.
"Did you write this?" Jiang Quan was stunned.
"Yeah." Meng Fu glanced at the table and saw that there was no wine, only tea and milk. She leaned back in her chair.
Not on the right track.
Jiang Quan had always known that Meng Fu had not kept up with her early education. When she first entered the entertainment industry, he had vaguely heard about her problems with English.
But I didn't expect that she could write in cursive script.
**
After hanging up the phone.
Inside the car, Jiang Xinran suppressed his excitement and leaned against the door, turning his gaze to Yu Zhenling, "Mom, if you don't go..."
"Your matter is more important." Yu Zhenling patted Jiang Xinran's hand, signaling her to rest assured.
The Painting Association's position in T City is irreplaceable. Yu Yong, as a vice president, is enough to be on par with the Jiang family in some aspects, but he still has a lot to do with the president.
Everyone inside knows that the people from the T City Painting Association’s Beijing headquarters are vaguely on par with the T City Lord.
The Lord of T City is the real overlord.
When such a person suddenly met Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling no longer cared about Meng Fu's affairs.
Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and smiled, and said nothing more. She was as excited as Yu Zhenling.
The car sped all the way and soon arrived at the T City Painting Association.
The main gate of the association is magnificent and the two stone lions at the entrance are very old.
The security guard at the gate recognized Jiang Xinran's car and let her car pass when he saw her.
Yu Yong was waiting for Jiang Xinran downstairs of the office building. When he arrived, he didn't say much. He took Jiang Xinran to the middle of the building and explained to Jiang Xinran about the president's affairs.
"I've only met him twice," Yu Yong lowered his voice, "He has a very strong aura. If you can get his attention and some pointers, that would be more useful than having an A-level booth..."
Jiang Xinran nodded. She naturally knew all this.
In the office.
The president stood by the window with his hands behind his back. When the staff brought Yu Yong and Jiang Xinran in, he turned and looked at Jiang Xinran with a cryptic look, "Are you the one who drew the picture? Can you tell me about the artistic conception when you were painting?"
Yu Yong didn't say anything, just glanced at Jiang Xinran.
Jiang Xinran took a deep breath. These were common problems in painting. She had a draft in mind on the way and now she was talking about it: "When I painted this picture, I thought of a picture of flowers blooming, all things..."
When the president heard the second sentence, his expression became indifferent. Out of upbringing, he did not interrupt Jiang Xinran. He just glanced at the person next to him. The person next to him immediately went out and brought in another painting.
After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, he shook his head and unfolded the painting that the person next to him had just brought in: "You painted this picture of flowers, right? It's skilled enough, but lacks a bit of spirit."
He put the painting aside and opened another box. "I'm talking about this picture of an old man with a dead tree. Take a look. Do you recognize it?"
Yu Yong looked at the box in shock.
He recognized it; this was the box Jiang Quan had given him last time.
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