Having said that, President Yan looked at Meng Fu and fell silent again.
Most of the people in the Painting Association are noble, like the clear wind and bright moon, untainted by dust. They will not be tainted by worldly things like money, and they almost look down on everyone.
In ancient times, people would not bow down for a few pieces of silver. The same is true for the Painting Association today.
President Yan never expected that—
He was polite and courteous and talked to her in person, but she still didn't agree. In the end, she agreed for just 400,000 yuan.
President Yan felt very complicated.
His face is not worth four hundred thousand.
He held the teacup in his hand and was not in a hurry to go back. He introduced his situation to Meng Fu, "You only have one senior brother. He is in the capital. He is currently the chief painter of the younger generation. I will recommend him to you later. When you go to the capital, you can meet him."
President Yan is very strict in selecting disciples. In all these years, he has only accepted one disciple, and Meng Fu is the second one.
Both disciples are outstanding people.
...
...
President Yan lowered his head and took another sip of tea. "As for my disciple-taking ceremony, do you have any ideas? If you don't have any ideas, just follow your senior brother's specifications."
Meng Fu was relieved to see that President Yan had no intention of rejecting her. She blinked her eyes when she heard his words, as if she was a little embarrassed: "Master, I have some personal reasons, so it is not convenient for me to show up for the time being. You see, this ceremony..."
President Yan: "...Aren't you a star?"
No, you don't want to show up in public?
Meng Fu patted President Yan's shoulder and said, "Master, for now, for now."
The force she used to massage people's shoulders was just right. President Yan had been bending over to paint for many years and had some cervical spondylosis. After her massage, he felt a lot better.
President Yan was very cold and stern. He said, "It's okay if it's not convenient for you to show up. We'll make it up when it's convenient for you."
Meng Fu lowered her eyebrows and moved her hands more swiftly: "Thank you, Master."
"Also, you must have passed the preliminary round," President Yan remembered something again, "The semi-finals will start soon, and the theme is Great Country, you need to prepare your paintings. You have your own style, but you are not skilled enough. From today on, you have to copy a painting every day. I will send you the paintings that your senior brother copied in the past."
Meng Fu nodded. This was just like the exercises Teacher Zhou gave her every week.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, remembered something, and slowed down the speed of kneading her shoulders: "Master, do I need to leave a name for the semi-final painting? You see, I will be a member of the Painting Association in the future, do I need to come up with a resounding stage name?"
Artists in the painting association can have stage names, but most use their real names.
President Yan uses his real name.
President Yan didn't quite agree with Meng Fu's request, but thinking about what Meng Fu said about her not being able to show her face, he reluctantly agreed, "What's a resounding stage name?"
Meng Fu smiled: "I want to make money every day."
President Yan: “…”
Simple, targeted, and straightforward.
It’s worthy of you, Meng Fu.
"Master, isn't this name nice?" Meng Fu smiled.
President Yan: “…very unique.”
He has always been quite serious, and few people in the Painting Association dare to joke with him. His only apprentice also respects him very much.
It was the first time that he met someone like Meng Fu. She called him "Master" all the time and was very sweet. She looked very well behaved and kept pinching his back and patting his shoulders. It was the first time that President Yan, who had been very strict for many years, met such a person. He could not help but put on a cold face.
Okay, if you want to make money, just make money.
He said, "Hmm," and said, "I'll help you change this."
"Thank you, teacher," Meng Fu kneaded my shoulders more diligently, "I was once criticized for this painting. I don't know what it was about. I think you have good taste."
Four hundred thousand.
"You don't know what it means?" President Yan frowned. Although Meng Fu's painting had some obscure traces, these could be completely ignored because the painting was full of spirit and the bones were visible in the ink. "Your paintings have strength and bones, which is rare. How can you say that your paintings are nonsense? Don't listen to these words. You are very talented. When your senior brother started to learn painting, his spirit was not as good as yours."
Anyone who understands painting knows the charm of Meng Fu's painting. If even she doesn't like it, how high must the other person's vision be?
Even the president of the Beijing Painting Association doesn't dare to say this.
Most likely he is just a half-baked art blind who doesn't understand painting and has wasted Meng Fu's time for so many years.
Hearing about President Yan's painting, Meng Fu couldn't help but touch her nose and didn't dare to say anything else.
After the two of them finished discussing, Meng Fu personally sent the teacher down.
"Just now your security guard wouldn't let me drive in," President Yan's car was not downstairs, he explained to Meng Fu, "I was in a hurry, so I asked someone to park the car outside the gate. You are alone, so don't send me off. I will go out by myself."
This neighborhood is a bit dark and there are not many people. The lights seem to have not been changed for a long time. It is very dim. President Yan insisted not to let Meng Fu send him out.
He refused when Meng Fu sent him down just now.
Meng Fu didn't say anything this time. She just stood there and watched President Yan leave.
After she could no longer see President Yan, Meng Fu walked to the security office at the door in her slippers. The window was half open, so Meng Fu reached out and knocked on the window.
The security guard was drowsy, but he woke up suddenly when he heard the noise.
Seeing the person standing outside the window, he stood up with a bang: "Meng Meng Meng...Miss Meng."
"Don't panic," Meng Fu raised her hand and pointed in the direction where President Yan had just left. She said slowly, "The man who just left is my respected master. You should be more respectful to him in the future."
"Your master?" The security guard stared at him, his expression changed, and he spoke unsteadily, as if he was about to cry: "Right, right, right..."
"Okay," Meng Fu picked his ear, "Just remember it in the future."
The security guard bowed deeply to her and said, "Don't worry. I will definitely remember it!"
Meng Fu turned around, walked back, and waved at him casually to show her understanding.
After Meng Fu left, the security guard quickly adjusted the surveillance video, brought up President Yan's face, respectfully took a screenshot, and saved it.
**
Here, President Yan returned to the car.
His expression was no different from usual, but the driver could see that he was much happier than before.
The driver was a little surprised.
President Yan got in the car, took out his cell phone, opened the contact, and dialed a number. The phone rang once and was picked up.
A very gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, "Teacher."
"Well," President Yan hummed, his tone very calm, "Xiyuan, I just accepted a little junior sister for you."
The person opposite was supposed to be flipping through a book. When he heard what President Yan said, he paused and was very surprised: "Junior Sister?"
"Well, very talented." President Yan's tone softened a lot.
The teacher said she was very talented. He Xiyuan knew that this little sister must be very outstanding. He went through the recent talented young students in his mind, but couldn't find a match. "Then you go back to Beijing, I will arrange the ceremony of accepting disciples."
President Yan has been keeping a low profile in recent years, but his status in the Painting Association is second only to that of the top scholar. Countless people want to be his disciples, but after all these years he has only accepted one person, He Xiyuan.
This time, as he had accepted a new apprentice, He Xiyuan naturally had to help his teacher do these things.
His junior sister must have some respect, and at least cannot lose to the president's apprentice.
"That's not necessary, not for now." President Yan shook his head.
He Xiyuan stood up and walked out the door, "Why?"
"Your little junior sister cannot show up in public. I signed her up for this youth competition, and she also used a stage name." President Yan turned his gaze to the car window. Outside, the lights were bright and the traffic was busy.
Can’t show up in public?
Is that a stage name?
Nowadays, almost no one in the Painting Association uses a stage name. They all use their real names. Unless they are too ugly, they don’t mind showing their face or name.
After all, this is a world where appearance matters.
This junior sister is unwilling to show up or reveal her real name.
He Xiyuan is very popular in the painting circle and has countless fans. Although he is a very talented person, part of the reason is that he is good-looking and is called "Master Xiyuan" in the circle.
He Xiyuan was very understanding and did not ask President Yan the reason, "Then I will wait for your notification."
"Yes," President Yan nodded, retracted his gaze from outside, and said, "I'll recommend your junior sister to you, you can get to know her."
Originally, he wanted to recommend He Xiyuan to Meng Fu, but now he has a little apprentice——
Where are the senior brothers waiting for the junior sisters to join?
**
Meng Fu returned home and took another bottle of beer from the refrigerator. He took the beer to the study and continued to study his new medicine.
As soon as she sat down on the chair and pulled the ring, her phone lit up.
It’s a WeChat message.
Meng Fu clicked on it and saw that it was a friend request——
[Hello, little junior sister. I am your senior brother He Xiyuan.] 】
Meng Fu knew that this was her senior brother. She clicked "Agree" and filled in the "System Note Name". She replied casually:
[Hello, senior brother. I am Meng Fu, the disciple that Master has just accepted. 】
Then continue researching.
WeChat sent a “ding” sound.
Meng Fu turned her head casually and saw that it was news from her senior brother.
[He Xiyuan transfers 88888 to you]
He Xiyuan added: "Junior sister, we are too tight on time this time. I will give you other gifts when you come to Beijing in the future. 】
Meng Fu paused while holding the powdered medicine.
She counted the numbers, looked at the five eights, and didn't click immediately. She replied:
[Brother, I have also prepared a gift for you. Please give me your address and I will send it to you. 】
He Xiyuan: [Junior sister, you don’t have to give me a gift. 】
[Senior Brother, you must accept it.] 】
He Xiyuan had a headache. Junior Sister Qian hadn't accepted the money yet. He Xiyuan couldn't help but hold his phone and walked downstairs. The corridor was decorated in European style. When he saw a butler passing by Qian, he raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute."
"Master?" The butler stopped.
He Xiyuan asked, "Can I receive express delivery at home?"
He had never bought anything online. All his expenses were arranged by his servants. Things sent to him on weekdays were usually delivered to him personally or through the He family. He didn't know if express delivery could be delivered to where he lived.
"There is a courier point at the entrance to the park," the butler replied respectfully, "What do you need? I'll get it back for you?"
"No, my master gave me a little junior sister." He Xiyuan asked for the delivery address before he took out his phone and called back the little junior sister. Hearing the housekeeper's question, he couldn't help but smile, "My little junior sister wants to send me a gift."
"Master Yan has accepted a disciple?" The housekeeper grasped the key point. There was some movement in the Painting Association again.
Master Yan’s apprentice and He Xiyuan’s junior sister.
Won’t she be able to act arrogantly in the Painting Association from now on?
He Xiyuan nodded, "But the news is still blocked now. Let's wait until my junior sister comes to the capital."
"She is not from the capital?" The housekeeper got the point. After hearing this, he looked at He Xiyuan and seemed to pause before speaking disapprovingly: "Master, you don't lack anything. Logically, you should prepare a gift for your junior sister."
How can a junior sister give a meeting gift to a senior brother?
Especially since He Xiyuan has everything he needs.
Hearing what the housekeeper said, He Xiyuan just shook his head and laughed without explaining: "Please help me pay attention to what seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls like recently and prepare it for me."
He Xiyuan's words surprised the housekeeper. He asked him to pay attention, so it was definitely not an ordinary item. However, when he thought about the fact that this was Master Yan's only two disciples, and a female disciple, he was not surprised: "Okay, I'll look for the latest news about the auction house."
Here, Meng Fu continued and saw that his senior brother had replied to the message.
Then I clicked to confirm the payment.
Meng Fu watched as the pocket money on WeChat turned into 88888.
She read the message, then clicked on He Xiyuan's profile and changed the system note from [He Xiyuan] to [Senior Brother He]——
【Thank you, Brother】
【Happy.jpg】
Senior Brother He: [Junior Sister, you don’t have to send me anything, I don’t need anything. 】
After Meng Fu finished speaking, she pulled out a chair, stood up, and walked to the box in the corner. On the box were the spices she had prepared for Director Xu. She bought enough herbs this time, and there was still some left after giving them to Director Xu.
Meng Fu stood beside the box and looked at it.
When He Xiyuan said he lacked nothing, Meng Fu knew that his family background must be extraordinary.
She stroked her chin and looked at the spices, thinking for about three minutes before picking up a black box to pack them up and send them to He Xiyuan tomorrow.
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