Meng Fu understood the whole story after hearing this.
A few months ago, after seeing her painting, Yan Langfeng told her to put her painting in the library in T City.
Freehand brushwork is more and more popular in modern times, but there are very few people who are first-rate in freehand brushwork, and even fewer who can achieve success, because freehand brushwork emphasizes spirit and form, and if you want to achieve success, you need a certain amount of talent.
Meng Fu's paintings are different from those of other freehand painters in the Painting Association. Instead, they tend to be more like the styles of ancient freehand masters. This kind of style cannot be cultivated overnight.
After confirming Meng Fu's age, Yan Langfeng simply described Meng Fu's natural character as "a gift from God."
The four floors below the library are for students to view. After he placed his paintings there, members of the T City Painting Association started to develop a freehand, dead wood style.
So after the show was broadcast, Meng Fu's words "I drew it myself" and "original" attracted the attention of several people who knew the painting.
Most of these artists, like Yu Yong, are more or less aloof and are very angry about Meng Fu's practice of "plagiarism" and "creating a persona".
Especially these days, entertainers are looked down upon in other industries. There is a saying that often appears on the Internet: "Now anyone can be a star."
Meng Fu has been very popular recently, and there are a lot of opponents waiting for her to make mistakes. After this incident, countless people will come to step on her.
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In order to protect Meng Fu, the people from Shengyu held a press conference to publicly apologize in order to minimize the impact. However, even if it was minimized, it still had a relatively large impact on Meng Fu.
Even Shengyu’s stock price fluctuated.
Shengyu's PR and senior management were all busy with this matter. When they heard Meng Fu's words, Manager Sheng nodded. While using his mobile phone to contact the PR department to hold a press conference, he said, "Then your drawing can't be called plagiarism..."
Halfway through his words, he seemed to react and looked up, "You, you mean... the one in the T City Painting Association Library... was it painted by you?"
The vice president and the secretary who walked to the door didn't want to listen to what Meng Fu had to say anymore. They misplaced their feet and almost tripped over themselves.
Meng Fu listened to the sound of the milk carton being thrown into the trash can and yawned nonchalantly: "I drew that several years ago, and my teacher put it in the library four months ago."
She was unhurried from beginning to end, leaning back in her chair, looking drowsy, but there was no hint of joking in what she said.
"How do you prove that it was you who drew it? Does the Painting Association have any records?" The vice president who was about to leave turned back after hearing Meng Fu's painting. "You have to think clearly. This is the Painting Association. It would be easy for them to expose your lies. Our Shengyu stock price has dropped several points because of this."
"If there is evidence, it would be best if we could present it at the press conference at 3pm."
He looked at Meng Fu, his eyes were dark and his expression was serious. He didn't have the anger and coldness just now, but he managed his expression very well, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the vice president believed Meng Fu or not.
"I'm not sure. Wait a minute, I'll ask my teacher." Meng Fu took out her cell phone and called Yan Langfeng on WeChat.
Yan Langfeng picked up the phone after only two rings. He put down his teacup and raised his eyebrows, "Disciple, don't tell me you don't want to be a judge at the exhibition."
"That's not it," Meng Fu thought for a moment, then turned on the speakerphone and told him about the dead tree painting. "So I need to prove that the painting is mine. Ask those people in T City to give me a certificate. I'll need it for the press conference this afternoon."
"Is there such a thing?" Yan Langfeng narrowed his eyes slightly. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the time on his watch: "Those idiots on the Internet won't believe you even if you give them proof. What time will you hold the press conference?"
"Three o'clock." Meng Fu replied.
"Three o'clock? That's still in time," Yan Langfeng raised his eyebrows, "How about this, I'll ask Xiao Shen to come to your press conference."
Meng Fu nodded, "That's quite convenient."
After she finished speaking, Yan Langfeng knew that there was nothing else to do. She did not refuse to be a judge, so she began to complain, "Look, there is nothing fun in the entertainment industry. It's all about nitpicking and trolling. The Painting Association is still better..."
"Teacher, if you're all right," Meng Fu knew that if she continued talking, her teacher would ask her to give up the entertainment industry and return to the Painting Association, "I'll hang up first. I'm too tired lately."
"Then you should have a good rest and don't get too tired..." Yan Langfeng gave Meng Fu some instructions before hanging up the phone.
Meng Fu waited for Yan Langfeng to hang up the phone before looking up at the vice president and then at Manager Sheng, "Should it be okay now?"
Although several people didn't know who the teacher Meng Fu was on the phone, they could understand from listening to their conversation, the "judges", and Meng Fu's casual remark that "those people in T city need a certificate" that Meng Fu's teacher was not simple.
The vice president looked at Meng Fu, and changed his previous attitude, his expression became much more gentle, "Meng Fu, is the Xiao Shen your teacher just mentioned a member of the T City Painting Association?"
"Of course." Meng Fu nodded.
"That's good. You seem very tired. Go back and have a rest. Come downstairs to the company at 2:30 pm. We will hold the press conference on time at 3 o'clock." The vice president continued to smile, then turned his head and asked the secretary to take Meng Fu downstairs.
The vice president and Manager Sheng Yi Tong sent Meng Fu to the elevator. After the elevator door closed, the vice president could not help but look at Manager Sheng: "Meng Fu can also do Chinese painting? Who is she in the Painting Association? Why hasn't she seen your marketing?"
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