The person who came back from outside was indeed Mr. Jiang.
He and Yan Langfeng sat in the back seat, and Meng Fu sat in the passenger seat.
Jiang Xinchen trotted out and opened the left door. The person sitting on the left was not Mr. Jiang, but an elderly person he had never seen before.
Old Master Jiang opened the door from the right and came down, pointing at Jiang Xinchen and introducing him to President Yan, "This is Fu'er's younger brother," and then looked at Jiang Xinchen again, "This is your sister's teacher, his last name is Yan."
"Teacher Yan." Jiang Xinchen had never met President Yan before. Seeing the old man so serious, he called out respectfully.
Jiang Quan also came out from inside.
In T City, not many people know Yan Langfeng. If the director of the Cultural Bureau had not been there at the door before, Mr. Jiang would not have guessed that Yan Langfeng was President Yan of the Painting Association.
At this time, Jiang Quan naturally didn't know Yan Langfeng.
He knew that Meng Fu and Mr. Jiang were going to pick up Teacher Meng Fu. He and Mr. Jiang had the same idea at first, thinking that they were going to pick up Zhou Jin.
Seeing Yan Langfeng at this time, Jiang Quan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Meng Fu's teacher to be so powerful.
...
...
"Teacher Yan, Dad, you come in first." Jiang Quan led them into the house.
After Yang Hua finished chatting with the gardener, she also walked over here. She was familiar with Old Man Jiang, and now that Meng Fu was back, Yang Hua felt more at ease.
When she heard that Meng Fu had found a new teacher, she deliberately looked at Yan Langfeng several more times.
Today was not as lively as the old man had imagined, but there were still quite a few people. In addition to Yang Hua and the others, there were also several directors of the Jiang family, especially those who had not yet had any worries.
The Jiang family hall was also very lively.
"Are you teaching Fu'er to paint?" Yang Hua was sitting on the sofa and talking to Yan Langfeng. When she heard that Yan Langfeng was teaching Meng Fu to paint, she was stunned for a moment, then turned to Meng Fu, a little surprised.
Yan Langfeng also noticed Yang Hua's gaze and paused.
He also remembered that Meng Fu had little interest in painting before, and his mind moved, "She really never learned to paint before?"
"Well," Yang Hua retracted her gaze and nodded to Yan Langfeng, "She only copied from others for a period of time, a few months, and then stopped learning. I didn't expect that she would now take you as her teacher. I'm afraid you will have to take care of her in the future."
"It's not a big deal," Yan Langfeng smiled. "She's very smart and can understand things very quickly. She was born to be a painter, but it's a pity that she started learning painting too early."
Speaking of this, Yan Langfeng sighed a little. If Meng Fu had met him when she was a child, she would definitely have reached the same level as He Xiyuan now.
Yang Hua just smiled and said nothing when Yan Langfeng said that.
Yang Hua had heard several people say something similar to Yan Langfeng's. Meng Fu's teacher said that she was born to learn perfumery, and the village chief said that she was born to learn Go...
She was too embarrassed to tell Yan Langfeng that Meng Fu had always claimed that she was "born to make money."
Mr. Jiang was rather reserved and felt a little pressured when talking to Yan Langfeng.
He watched Yang Hua talking to Yan Langfeng without any pressure, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that ignorance is still bliss.
"Go call Ah Xun." Several members of the Jiang family's board of directors had arrived. Old Master Jiang turned his head and asked Jiang Xinchen to call Meng Xun down. He imagined that Jiang Xinchen didn't know Meng Xun, so he explained, "She is Fu'er's cousin. She is in Fu'er's room."
"Okay." Jiang Xinchen, who was standing next to him, quickly put down what he was doing and went upstairs to find Meng Xun.
Meng Xun was sitting at Meng Fu's desk doing homework.
This question was still the one from the "intensive class" that Meng Fu had given her, and she had a copy of The Origin of Mathematics at hand.
When Jiang Xinchen came up to call Meng Xun to eat, he saw Meng Xun's book The Origin of Mathematics. He paused and couldn't help but look at Meng Xun again.
"Thank you, I'll be right there." Meng Xun pushed her glasses, wrote the last number, pulled out a chair and went downstairs to eat.
Jiang Xinchen was waiting for her at the stairs.
He watched Meng Xun going downstairs to look for Meng Fu, and subconsciously took out his cell phone and searched for "origin of mathematics".
Jiang Xinchen was in the first year of high school. All he came into contact with were textbooks or tutorial books. He had never heard of the “Origins of Mathematics”.
But I felt that this was not a book that ordinary people would read, so I thought of taking out my phone to search for it.
Jiang Xinchen originally thought that a simple search for “origin of mathematics” would yield a lot of results.
But he didn't expect that the results he searched for were all about the "origin of mathematics", and there was almost no information about this book.
Jiang Xinchen was surprised.
He flipped down again and finally found a post on the third page -
"Which big guy has a copy of "The Origin of Mathematics" that he can lend me?" 》
[Origin of mathematics?] The biology department said they had never heard of it. 】
[The poster must be a big shot in the mathematics department. He actually dares to read this. I admire him. 】
[The poster above is obviously a newcomer. He was once a first-class graduate of the National Olympiad. What do you think? 】
[Go find the professor of mathematics.] 】
[There is a big guy in the mathematics department. 】
There are countless replies below.
Jiang Xinchen flipped through it, but in the end he didn't find what "The Origin of Mathematics" was. He only found a conversation between a few people in this school. There were not many posts, and it was from last year, with only a few dozen replies.
He guessed that this should be the book that cousin Meng Fu was reading just now.
Jiang Xinchen thought about it while rewinding the post back to this forum. He was about to quit, but when he saw the name of the forum in the upper right corner, he paused -
Beijing, big, post, bar.
Jiang Xinchen stopped where he was, thinking he had seen it wrong. He blinked, then lowered his head and slowly read the four words again.
I read the "Jingda Post Bar" several times, and then clicked in to read other posts.
When he saw the word "official" above the forum, he was sure that this was really the Peking University forum.
He was not wrong.
Although Jiang Xinchen had never read "The Origin of Mathematics", he was admitted to No. 1 Middle School, so he was not stupid. Naturally, he could make the connection that these books were books that everyone in the Department of Mathematics at Peking University had to read.
Jiang Xinchen naturally knew what the Department of Mathematics at Peking University meant.
The Department of Mathematics at Kyoto University is already the ceiling in the country. The books these people read are naturally not something that ordinary people can read.
Jiang Xinchen has been tutored in mathematics by Jiang Xinran and has also made some explorations in mathematics. Compared with other people, he is more aware of the details.
He just glanced at the post casually, but now that he knew it was a post from the Beijing University forum, he pulled out the book again and read it again carefully.
[The poster above is obviously a newcomer. He was once a first-class graduate of the National Olympiad. What do you think? 】
[Go to the Dean of the Mathematics Department.] 】
[You can ask the principal for this book. The library definitely doesn’t have it. 】
[I heard that there is a big guy in the mathematics department who has it.] 】
He just glanced over these replies at the time and didn't pay much attention to them. He just did a quick search.
The more I look at it carefully, the more frightened I feel.
Olympiad National One.
Dean of the Department of Mathematics at Kyoto University.
President of Kyoto University.
Each of these words is shocking when they appear alone.
In short, it’s not something Jiang Xinchen could think of.
At school, he had only heard that the big shot "Jin Zhiyuan" in the rocket class of senior year had achieved a third place in the national mathematics Olympiad.
After rereading these posts and seeing them clearly, Jiang Xinchen probably understood that "The Origin of Mathematics" was not only something that all students in the Department of Mathematics at Kyoto University wanted to read, but it was also a book that they could not buy and had to apply for from Kyoto University.
Let’s not talk about why Meng Xun would read this kind of book…
The key point is, where did Meng Xun's book come from? ?
How come she has a book that no one in Kyoto University’s Department of Mathematics has? !
He didn't know much about the Meng family, but he knew that they seemed to be in a mountain city.
Originally, he just thought the book was strange, so he searched it casually. The content he found was not what Jiang Xinchen expected, and it disrupted his train of thought a little.
Jiang Xinchen pursed his lips, raised his head and looked downstairs.
Downstairs, Meng Xun was looking for Meng Fu.
"Master, are you okay? Why don't you come downstairs to eat?" The servant who came out with an exquisite plate couldn't help but speak when he saw Jiang Xinchen still standing on the second floor.
Jiang Xinchen came back to his senses. He didn't open the forum, but turned off his phone and walked downstairs: "I'm coming."
**
The menu for this meal was ordered by Grandpa Jiang and the chef, taking into account the tastes of Yang Hua and his family.
After Yan Langfeng arrived, Mr. Jiang spoke to the kitchen again and asked them to add a few dishes with Beijing flavors.
The table is round.
Several sensible people in the Jiang family knew that Yang Hua was coming before they arrived. They thought it was just a lively family dinner, but when they arrived, they saw Yan Langfeng sitting next to Grandpa Jiang.
Like Jiang Quan, they didn't know Yan Langfeng, but Yan Langfeng's aura was not false.
There was also Yang Hua, who was reserved at first, with the air of a mountain city dweller everywhere, but when they saw her talking to Yan Langfeng without any reservations, the expressions of these shareholders straightened up.
As for Jiang Xinchen at the table, he also had a very complicated meal.
Out of politeness, he rationally restrained himself from looking at Meng Xun.
Chairman Yan had a very pleasant conversation with Mr. Jiang and Yang Hua.
He added Mr. Jiang on WeChat, and then went to find Yang Hua to add her on WeChat.
Yang Hua took out her phone: "Teacher Yan, I don't have WeChat."
She has been in Wanmin Village, almost isolated from the world, and her contact with Meng Fu is mainly through Meng Xun's WeChat.
"Come here, I'll give you the next one." Meng Fu stretched out his hand.
Yang Hua handed the phone to Meng Fu.
Old Master Jiang took a look and found that the phone in Yang Hua's hand was similar to the one Meng Fu usually used. It was black and a little thick, with some scratches on the outer shell, and it looked like it had been used for a long time.
Mr. Jiang couldn't help but remember that he bought a new mobile phone for Meng Fu, but Meng Fu had never used it.
Meng Fu downloaded WeChat for Yang Hua.
Yang Hua stood beside her and seemed to find it a little funny, so she said, "Can you add the village chief and the Taoist priest for me first? The Taoist priest also has WeChat, right?"
Meng Fu said "hmm". She also remembered the WeChat accounts of these two people, so she directly entered the numbers and added them.
Hearing Yang Hua's words and looking at Meng Fu's actions, Mr. Jiang couldn't help but cough.
He knew who President Yan was and wanted to remind Meng Fu that President Yan was there.
We’ll talk about the village chief and the Taoist priest later.
President Yan waved his hand, holding his cell phone and not minding.
After Meng Fu added those two people, she helped Yang Hua add Mr. Jiang and President Yan.
After adding WeChat, President Yan was about to leave. He had to go back to help his two assistants with the finale, so he told Meng Fu, "I looked at the general outline of your semi-final content, and the brushwork is still lacking a little. You should think about it for two days, and when you are finished, have someone send it to your senior brother."
He knew that Meng Fu had sent something to He Xiyuan before, and had He Xiyuan's address.
"Okay." Meng Fu nodded.
The master and the disciple were talking, and the others didn't follow.
“By the way, this is something your senior brother asked me to bring you.” President Yan took out the thing he was going to give to Meng Fu today.
He felt in his pocket, took out a gold card, and handed it to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu paused, then looked away and shook his head, "Master, I can't take this. Please help me return it to my brother."
"Here, there seems to be about 4-5 million left, from the money your senior brother got from the paintings bought by the Painting Association," President Yan stuffed it into Meng Fu's hand without paying any attention. "This card was also issued by the Painting Association for him, but he was too lazy to take it. It's just sitting there anyway, so I used it to buy some sundries for the Painting Association. It originally had 10 million, but after I spent it, only 4 million was left? I can't remember for sure."
President Yan said calmly.
He found that his apprentice was looking at him with admiration.
President Yan was stunned. When he was explaining painting to Meng Fu, the other party didn't behave like this.
He couldn't help but pause, then straightened his chest: "Disciple, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, Master, you are so amazing." Meng Fu retracted her gaze, thought about it, and decided to keep the card that President Yan gave her. "Thank you, Teacher."
"Well, I'll go back first. If you have anything, you can come to me or your senior brother." President Yan nodded at Meng Fu.
Then go out.
It was Grandpa Jiang and Meng Fu who picked him up today. When he left, it was Grandpa Jiang and the driver who took him to the Painting Association.
At the door, Jiang Quan looked away when he saw the car was gone. He was even more surprised that the old man actually sent Teacher Yan back again.
At that time, neither the old man of the Yu family nor the members of the Tong family were treated as this person.
Even if this person is Teacher Meng Fu, it shouldn't be that serious, right?
"I'm back too." Meng Fu had to leave early tomorrow to film, and her luggage was waiting for her to pack. She held her hat and leaned against the door to talk to Jiang Quan.
Jiang Quan was stunned, "Don't you want to stay here tonight?"
"Yes, we have to film a movie." Meng Fu clenched the card in his hand and put the hat on his head again.
Naturally, her rental house could not accommodate Yang Hua and Meng Xun. Meng Fu had to get up early the next day and had no time to see them off, so she left them at Jiang's house.
"Okay, I'll take you home." Meng Fu had not lived in the Jiang family for more than three months. Jiang Quan finally didn't say much. He turned around to get the car keys and took Meng Fu to her rental house.
Meng Fu sat in the back seat, her chin resting on her hand, and asked lazily, "How was the incense you used last time?"
When Jiang Quan mentioned this, he looked at the rearview mirror and nodded, "It's very useful. I don't suffer from insomnia recently, and I have more energy to go out and visit construction sites. Where did you buy this? I'll buy some for some old friends."
Meng Fu: "...I can't buy it for the time being."
Why does everyone want to buy one?
**
Jiang Quan sent Meng Fu back with a little regret. After returning to the Jiang family, Old Master Jiang also came back.
"The old man just came back and is in the study with the young master." The servant was still cleaning the living room.
After hearing the servant's words, Jiang Quan turned around and went straight to the study.
In the study, Mr. Jiang was assessing Jiang Xinchen on some business issues.
Jiang Xinchen worked quite hard and studied very seriously with Jiang Yu. He could basically answer all the questions in Mr. Jiang's tests.
Jiang Quan didn't interrupt, just listened. After the old man finished asking, he turned to Jiang Xinchen and said, "You have been in the company recently. Are your grades keeping up?"
The results must have dropped a bit.
However, Jiang Xinran always gave him some notes, and she often came to see him when he was in class.
Everyone in the school knew that he was her brother. Jiang Xinchen refused some of the offers, but couldn’t refuse some of them.
"Average." This is all Jiang Xinchen could say.
"Well, be careful." Jiang Quan sat on the chair in the study and slowly poured himself a cup of tea. Then he remembered something, "Dad, you personally sent Teacher Yan back today? Speaking of which, Teacher Fu'er has an extraordinary aura."
"That's right," Mr. Jiang put the documents back after the assessment, and said in a light voice, "President of the Painting Association, do you think your aura is strong?"
"No wonder." Jiang Quan lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
I subconsciously said, "No wonder."
Before he could even swallow a mouthful of tea, he started coughing violently. He slowly raised his head and said, "Dad, who did you just say... who was he?"
"President of the Painting Association, President Yan." Old Master Jiang tilted his head.
President Yan.
Teacher Yan.
No wonder Mr. Jiang was so reserved during the meal just now.
It seems to be somewhat right.
Jiang Quan's hands were shaking a little, and he didn't hold the cup steadily. He put the cup on the table and looked at Mr. Jiang mechanically, "Are you sure it's the president of the Painting Association, President Yan?"
He confirmed this matter again and again with Mr. Jiang. After all, the president of the Painting Association was from Beijing, and most of the senior officials of the Beijing Painting Association had only heard of him but had never seen him in person.
Even Yu Yong might not have met Yan Langfeng many times.
"I was saying that the last time I saw Fu'er's paintings, they were obviously very beautiful. The president of the Painting Association really has good taste!" Jiang Quan put the teacup in his hand on the table with a "pop".
He had seen Meng Fu's paintings and knew a little about painting. He knew Meng Fu's painting skills and had a higher level of acceptance.
Mr. Jiang has known Chairman Yan for a long time, so he is calm now.
Only Jiang Xinchen was still standing at the door, looking down at his feet in a daze.
Previously, Meng Xun’s “Origin of Mathematics” plus “Peking University” hit him hard, and now there was the “President Yan” incident that caught him completely off guard. He was so shocked that it took him several minutes to come back to his senses.
When did Meng Fu learn Chinese painting?
And he was directly accepted as a disciple by President Yan? !
Jiang Xinchen may not be clear about other things, but he knows very well about President Yan and the Painting Association.
He had heard Jiang Xinran and others mention President Yan more than once.
Especially tonight, they did not stay to have dinner with Yang Hua and the others. According to Yu Zhenling, they were going to the Painting Association tonight to listen to a class that seemed to be held by President Yan...
Right now, President Yan appeared at the Jiang family when he was about to give a lecture, so, did Yu Zhenling and the others...see President Yan?
Jiang Xinchen walked out of the door, his hands holding the phone were shaking. He looked at Yu Zhenling's room at the end of the corridor and couldn't help wondering, what would she think if she knew that Meng Fu was President Yan's apprentice?
The morale of the Yu family was boosted because of Jiang Xinran, but what if they knew Meng Fu?
Would Yu Zhenling and the Yu family still hide the fact that Tong Eryu and Jiang Xinran are together from Meng Fu?
Jiang Xinchen returned downstairs, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of iced mineral water, lowered his head and drank it slowly, but his heart couldn't calm down. He held his mobile phone and looked at Jiang Xinran's profile picture for a long time, thinking about the photo she recently posted with Tong Eryu, and thinking about the last time something happened to the Jiang family, they did nothing.
Jiang Xinchen grabbed the phone and put it back into his pocket.
Went upstairs with ice water.
**
The next day, Meng Fu was filming in M City.
This time the location was on a mountain in City M, a base specially built for filming the last part of "The Bourne Supremacy".
Following Meng Fu were Zhao Fan and Su Di.
At 9:30 in the morning, Meng Fu and the other two got off the plane, and a car from the crew came to pick them up and take them to the mountain.
Su Di followed the two men, dragging two suitcases.
As soon as Zhao Fan got in the car, he asked Meng Fu whether her mother had returned home yesterday.
"No." Meng Fu held the phone and chatted with Xu Bochuan.
"I knew it." Zhao Fan put his sunglasses on his nose and sneered.
Xu Bochuan was very concerned about Yi Tong's affairs. When he knew that she had returned to China, he came to find her.
Meng Fu tapped on the screen of her mobile phone and squinted slightly. She didn't know the condition of Yi Tong's grandmother, so she stretched out her hand to type and asked Xu Bochuan to bring a copy of Yi Tong's grandmother's medical record.
Xu Bochuan was also surprised by Meng Fu's request, but he didn't refuse. It was just a matter of words.
Xu: [Okay, let Yi Tong tell you about his grandmother in person. It just so happens that you are not filming? Ask him to make a friendly guest appearance, and don’t refuse, otherwise he will feel embarrassed if he takes one and a half sticks of incense from you. 】
Meng Fu did not allow Yi Tong to appear in the live broadcast, but this friendly guest appearance did not affect it.
This is Meng Fu’s first TV series. Xu Bochuan doesn’t know what the plot will be like, but with Yi Tong’s friendly guest appearance, the ratings will not be low.
Meng Fu: [……]
It takes some time to get from the airport to the mountains, and you can't drive too fast on this mountain road.
It was not until eleven o'clock that Meng Fu arrived at the "Bourne" crew.
Director Gao was setting up a simulation base, holding the script and explaining the play to Qin Hao and others.
It seemed that there was a new person, whom Meng Fu didn't recognize.
Meng Fu asked Su Di to take her suitcase back to the lounge. She looked at Director Gao's back and felt a headache. Director Gao was a person who could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.
How can I tell him that there is someone he insists on making a friendly guest appearance?
Meng Fu coughed and sat on the small stool next to Director Gao: "Director Gao, I beg you for a favor."
Zhao Fan who followed behind: "..."
Are you sure this isn't saying "Director Gao, please kneel down. I have something to talk to you about"? ? ?
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