This is how netizens are at this stage, they believe everything they hear.
There is also a kind of sympathy that most people have for the weak, and moral kidnapping for no reason.
It often happens that public opinion suddenly reverses overnight.
There are extreme fans who are Meng Fu's haters, and there are also die-hard fans who have been fans of Jiang Xinran for a long time. After all, the mysterious title of Jiang Xinran as a member of the Painting Association is still very intimidating.
Jiang Xinran hasn’t said anything to the program crew yet.
The fans have self-**ed.
If a passerby who didn't know the situation came in, it would look like a big star bullying an amateur who hadn't made his debut yet.
Jiang Xinran put away her phone, took a deep breath, pursed her lips and walked to the emergency room. She looked unhappy. On the way, Tong Eryu called her. Jiang Xinran picked up the phone and heard Tong Eryu's clear voice: "We'll be there tomorrow..."
This was Jiang Xinran’s first time attending such an important national exhibition, and the Tong and Luo families had already obtained internal tickets.
At the national exhibition veteran artists from all over the world come, as well as a few from the Commonwealth.
...
...
The Luo family would not give up the opportunity to increase their network at such an important exhibition, not to mention that Jiang Xinran also had a booth and interview.
After Tong Eryu finished speaking, Jiang Xinran on this side did not say anything.
He realized something was wrong, "What's wrong?"
"The collaboration between the program team and the booth is over," Jiang Xinran said softly, looking ahead. "We clearly agreed on it before, but the program team just cancelled it. I'm sorry to disappoint you and Mr. Luo."
Jiang Xinran had mentioned this matter of linkage last time he went back. Now something unexpected happened. Tong Eryu frowned and asked, "Is it a problem with the program team?"
Jiang Xinran didn't say anything.
On the other end of the phone, Tong Eryu nodded, "I understand."
**
Yang Hua had just come back from outside. Mrs. Yang saw that she was holding a box in her hand but she didn't know what it was.
Mrs. Yang used to hang out with the ladies’ group, but now she follows Yang Hua and occasionally watches TV and variety shows.
During the one hour that Yang Hua was out, she also checked Weibo, but of course her way of checking Weibo was different from that of other people.
She checked Weibo and searched for Meng Fu directly. After reading all of Meng Fu's Weibo posts, she exited Weibo directly.
She happened to see Jiang Xinran’s Weibo post and frowned.
All major marketing accounts are vampires. Whenever they see Meng Fu’s Weibo, they will directly repost it to get some popularity. The situation is getting more and more serious. Meng Fu has a huge fan base, and although most of them are rational fans, there are also some extreme fans who started to fight with Jiang Xinran.
This is the first time in history that an ordinary person has been able to fight with a top star.
Passersby had preconceived ideas, and many of those standing next to Jiang Xinran would say:
[If you have the ability, why don’t you get an interview and an exhibition booth? If you can’t get it, just shut up. 】
Madam Yang stood in front of a bunch of flowers, angrily, "Afu, is there any need to suppress her? I'll ask Yang Lai to raise 100 million yuan for the National Exhibition!"
This kind of exhibition all has clear investment. After all, it is organized by the Painting Association and has attracted countless investors. Yang Lai also has investment, so Mrs. Yang has the ticket. When Yang Hua came this time, she suddenly remembered that there was a famous exhibition here.
Yang Hua didn't know what she was thinking. When she heard that Madam Yang wanted to invest, she tilted her head and asked, "Why invest 100 million?"
"Buy a booth for Afu," Mrs. Yang said calmly, and had already switched back to WeChat to discuss with Yang Lai, "What are these things?"
She told Yang Hua the whole story.
Yang Hua was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Don't buy a booth. After spending 100 million, Afu will definitely think about it for a year."
"Then let them talk?" Madam Yang looked at the Weibo post and still felt uncomfortable. "This 100 million is not a loss. We also want to cooperate with the Painting Association for a federal exhibition. We can kill two birds with one stone."
Mainly because of what these netizens said, Mrs. Yang was really angry. She finally understood why there were so many trolls on the Internet.
Yang Hua looked at Madam Yang, knowing that she might not be able to be persuaded. "Why don't you go and discuss it with Zhao Fan? What if they have other plans?"
Yes, Meng Fu is not an ordinary person, she is a star first.
Mrs. Yang went to communicate with Zhao Fan first.
It seems that Mrs. Yang is on the phone with Zhao Fan.
Yang Hua opened her box. There was nothing else in the box except a box of black soil. As soon as she opened it, she could smell the earthy smell. This soil was different from ordinary black soil. Some of the lumps were very hard.
Yang Hua spread the black soil and placed it under the hotel window so that the sun could shine directly on it.
After doing all this, Madam Yang also came back, "Xiao Zhao said they have arrangements."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Yanghua's black soil and seemed very surprised, "What kind of soil is this?"
Yang Hua was a little calm and said, "Go back and plant some flowers."
Madam Yang bent down slightly and looked at the soil. "How can the soil be so hard and absorb nutrients?"
"I haven't planted for two years, but it should be OK," Yang Hua reached out and touched the soil, paused, and said faintly, "I have to open the business to pay off my debts."
"Pay off a debt?" Mrs. Yang didn't understand.
"Nothing," Yang Hua changed the subject, "There are several kinds of medicinal flowers in Xiangcheng, they are very beautiful and rare. I will take you to see them this afternoon."
Yang Hua knew too much about these flowers. Madam Yang looked at Yang Hua and thought about how Yang Hua had told her before that she was a flower grower. She knew these flowers better than the gardener Madam Yang hired. "You're not really a gardener, are you?"
Yang Hua thought about it and said, "Maybe?"
Mrs. Yang nodded. No wonder she changed her name to Yang Hua.
As they were talking, someone knocked on the door.
"Who comes at this time?" Mrs. Yang went to open the door.
The person knocking on the door was a hotel waitress. She was holding a small package and said with a smile, "Excuse me, are you Miss Yang? You have a courier and the front desk has signed for it on your behalf."
Mrs. Yang didn't buy anything. She asked Yang Hua, "Is it yours?"
Yang Hua came out and took the package, "Yes, thank you."
"I asked someone to send me the flower seeds." Yang Hua opened the package and took out a white flower seed that was very finely packaged.
In addition to flower seeds, there are also some delicate tools.
Mrs. Yang found it very novel to see Yang Hua sitting on the table and using these tools to process the flower seeds.
These tools were different from those used by her gardener.
Mrs. Yang sat aside, watching Yang Hua processing the flower seeds. Mrs. Yang seemed to be thinking about something. She always felt that Yang Hua looked a little bit mysterious now.
**
at the same time.
At the hotel where Su Di and others were staying, Zhao Fan was discussing the incident on Weibo with Yan Langfeng's assistant.
"We rejected the collaboration with the program team," Fang Yi was still busy at the moment, but Zhao Fan was very patient, "because you said Miss Meng didn't want to participate in the collaboration."
Zhao Fan was not very clear about the Fragrance Association and the Painting Association, so he just asked, "Does Brother Fu have a booth?"
"She definitely has one," Fang Yi didn't quite understand why Zhao Fan asked this, but he told him the truth. "In addition to the C to A level booths, we also have a special booth, the Master booth. Three exhibition halls are open this year, and each hall has a Master booth for those from the Painting Association. One of the president's booths is for Miss Meng. She was originally the first one in the A exhibition, but because it was moved to the Master exhibition, there is an extra A-level position."
"There are only two paintings in this year's Masters Exhibition, because the famous works of these masters have basically been sent to the federal government, and their paintings were not applied for in the national exhibition."
"These two paintings..." Fang Yi paused and said strangely, "They are both from our family."
The exhibition also established the status of these painters in their respective fields.
The Masters Exhibition is naturally a symbol of top status.
Therefore, if I don’t get the painting, I would rather leave it empty than put it on display.
Yan Langfeng did not produce any paintings this year, but he helped his two apprentices apply for the Masters Exhibition, which was definitely a shock to the painting world.
But He Xiyuan didn't care about this matter. The current Painting Association couldn't even see other people.
Not to mention Meng Fu, who has been in the entertainment industry.
But there has to be someone to support the National Exhibition, right?
The National Exhibition gathers celebrities from all over the world. In addition to the small interviews with people from the A Exhibition, there must always be people from the Master Exhibition to liven up the scene.
The people from the National Exhibition begged Yan Langfeng for a long time before Yan Langfeng reluctantly agreed to contact his two apprentices.
Zhao Fan: “…”
She didn't understand what the master exhibition was, but she knew it sounded pretty cool.
Both paintings are of Yan Langfeng's disciples, one is Meng Fu, and the other must be Meng Fu's senior brother.
It has absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Xinran.
She felt comfortable.
Zhao Fan hung up the phone, put the computer aside, and called the people in the studio. This time he was much calmer: "Didn't Jiang Xinran clarify it? You don't have to worry about it."
Do you like to ride on the popularity so much?
Okay, I'll let you rub it.
Jiang Xinran may not know yet, but Ye Shuning, the last person who took advantage of Meng Fu’s popularity, has fallen outside the 36th line!
**
Meng Fu is still in the emergency room.
After receiving a patient with food virus, the number of people in the emergency room decreased, and Meng Fu saw Dr. Chen talking to a nurse in the corridor.
After the nurse recorded Dr. Chen's words, she left.
Dr. Chen got off work early today because he had an important operation tomorrow and he needed to leave work early and rest.
After talking to the nurse, Dr. Chen saw Meng Fu.
Meng Fu turned off the headset and went straight to see Dr. Chen.
Doctor Chen also pressed the microphone.
The photographer didn't approach them because of their looks.
"Qiao Le and I will not go into the operating room. Level 4 surgery is rare, and it would be a waste for the two of us. Qiao Le is not qualified to be on the operating table. I am an artist." Meng Fu stopped in the corridor and raised her eyes.
Doctor Chen put away the pen in his hand, looked at Meng Fu, pursed his lips, and said, "You want me to change it?"
"Just a suggestion." Meng Fu said slowly.
Dr. Chen didn't reply to her, but only said, "I read the paper."
Meng Fu raised an eyebrow, "Then why did you choose me to perform the level 4 surgery?"
Doctor Chen stopped talking and turned back on the microphone. "Besides, I have to go see someone."
"Oh," Meng Fu also turned on the microphone and said calmly, "Goodbye then."
She watched Dr. Chen leave and the photographer followed him. Meng Fu thought casually, could it be a guest star?
That's strange.
After Dr. Chen left, Meng Fu went directly to the ward to do rehabilitation work for Xiao Wei with Qiao Lehui.
When Meng Fu arrived at the ward, the other four people had already arrived. Except for Jiang Xinran who remained silent, the other three were talking about something excitedly.
Qiao Le was holding Xiao Wei's medical records in her hand. When she saw Meng Fu, she quickly said, "The head nurse said that we have an observer this period."
The grading for this issue will be based on the papers from the previous issue.
The new observer is roughly the same as the head nurse from the previous period, and his score is also very important.
Song Jia and Gao Mian took it very seriously, but Meng Fu didn't come for the offer, so she didn't take it seriously. However, Dr. Chen should be going to meet the new reviewer: "Yeah."
She took over Qiao Le's case.
"Okay, everyone, stop discussing this," the new head nurse clapped her hands when everyone was present, "Let's treat these two patients first."
Several people are already familiar with acupuncture.
Hearing this, Qiao Le picked up the needle bag and looked at the head nurse, "Head nurse, who is the new observer? Don't reveal anything at all."
"I can reveal a little bit," the new head nurse smiled slightly, "the other party is from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Base."
Qiao Le glared and said, "Oh my god!"
Gao Mian also raised his head suddenly, "It turns out that he is from there?"
Even Song Jia, who was usually calm, was very surprised.
Traditional Chinese Medicine Base, a domestic medical holy land, and one of the three major key bases in the country.
Obviously, the program team was able to invite people from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Base, which means that this offer is higher than expected, and it is possible...
It’s an offer from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Base.
Otherwise, this reviewer would not have been sent directly.
"Everyone, please behave well." The head nurse glanced at Meng Fu, looking slightly surprised.
Among the people in the ward, only Meng Fu was as calm as a bystander.
The head nurse looked away.
Seemed slightly surprised.
Doctor Chen was not here today. After treating the two people in the ward, Meng Fu and the others went directly to the cafeteria to eat.
Qiao Le went to help Meng Fu get food in advance, and Meng Fu followed her.
Gao Mian looked at Meng Fu, then took his bowl and sat down opposite Qiao Le.
Jiang Xinran then sat next to Gao Mian.
The six of them sat opposite each other, Qiao Le sat in the middle on the left, Song Jia sat next to her, and on her other side was Meng Fu's bowl.
Meng Fu was holding her cell phone to call Yang Lai. She could hear her voice, "Uncle..."
Hearing that it was the rich uncle, Qiao Le quickly looked at her.
The camera also took a close-up shot of Meng Fu.
Meng Fu was talking on the phone with Yang Lai, and didn't pay attention to the dining table. She sat next to Qiao Le.
Just opposite Jiang Xinran.
Jiang Xinran was eating with her head down, but when she saw Meng Fu sitting down while talking on the phone, she tightened her grip on the chopsticks.
She suddenly stood up.
“Sizzle—”
There was a harsh sound of chairs rubbing against floor tiles.
She seemed to be venting her dissatisfaction.
Gao Mian, who was beside him, was the first to look over. "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, the air is bad." Jiang Xinran smiled and shook her head, still very gentle. She picked up her meal, stood up, and sat on the other side of Gao Mian.
His dislike for Meng Fu was written on his body.
Others originally thought that Jiang Xinran was busy, so she immediately changed her seat when Meng Fu arrived.
it goes without saying.
“Pah—”
Qiao Le dropped his chopsticks.
She raised her head and looked at Jiang Xinran who was beside Gao Mian: "Are you very hostile to the rich?"
Gao Mian and Song Jia obviously didn't expect this development.
The two looked at each other.
Jiang Xinran paused. She didn't expect that Meng Fu didn't say anything, but Qiao Le beside her spoke. She looked up, looked at Qiao Le, and smiled: "No."
"Then why are you so sarcastic?" Qiao Le looked at Jiang Xinran, "Can't you just say what you want to say?"
Qiao Le couldn't stand such obvious disgust.
After saying that, Qiao Le turned around and looked at the photographer, "Can you please stop recording? Let's take care of some private matters."
The photographers looked at each other and finally put down their hands.
Only then did Qiao Le turn around and look at Jiang Xinran.
Gao Mian also paused. He had a very good impression of Jiang Xinran, so he tried to smooth things over. "Xinran, do you two have any misunderstandings? If so, talk it out..."
"There is no misunderstanding." Jiang Xinran held the chopsticks and bit her lips tightly.
She said there was no misunderstanding, but she looked as if there was a huge misunderstanding.
"Meng Fu," Gao Mian pursed his lips and looked at Meng Fu, "Xinran...what happened to her?"
Meng Fu ate indifferently, raised her head and glanced at Gao Mian, "Do I look like a hundred thousand whys to you?"
Gao Mian was a little embarrassed.
Song Jia looked at Meng Fu, then said to Jiang Xinran, "Xinran, Meng Fu is a very good person. There must be a misunderstanding between you two. It will be clear once you explain it."
Even Song Jia spoke up, Gao Mian nodded quickly and tried to smooth things over, "Yes, it's a misunderstanding."
They were all speaking for Meng Fu.
Jiang Xinran didn't know what was wrong.
Why is it Meng Fu who comes back this time?
"You were the one who had the program team cancel the collaboration with the National Exhibition, right?" Jiang Xinran looked directly at Meng Fu: "It's because the program team customized a program for me personally."
Meng Fu frowned: "What linkage?"
Jiang Xinran bit her lip, "Don't you know what you did? It's all over Weibo."
Meng Fu glanced at her and opened Weibo, where a Weibo post titled "Meng Fu is narrow-minded" appeared.
She clicked on it, read ten lines at a glance, and roughly understood what had happened.
Meng Fu was so angry that she laughed: "I won't let you link up?"
Jiang Xinran didn't say anything. She bit her lip and said, "I didn't say that."
"You guys are doing so much just to get the show crew to collaborate?" Meng Fu pulled out a chair, stood up, looked down at Jiang Xinran, and said calmly, "Okay."
She will call the Painting Association right away.
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