There are eighteen classes in the senior year of No. 1 Middle School, seventeen regular classes and one rocket class.
Jiang Xinran is in the rocket class.
No. 1 Middle School has monthly exams every month. Jiang Xinran participated in the Youth Painting Competition this month. If she gets a rank, it will give her extra points in the college entrance examination. However, she wasted too much time this month and did not finish the questions for the intensive class that she asked someone for. The exam is this week, and before the exam, she remembered that Meng Fu was also in No. 1 Middle School, so she asked someone which class she was in.
Who would have thought that after asking this question, it was discovered that Meng Fu was not in one of the seventeen ordinary classes.
As for the Rocket Class...
Jiang Xinran had never considered that the students of No. 1 Middle School, especially those in the Rocket Class, naturally knew who the head teacher of the Rocket Class was.
Zhou Jin, who was from the Department of Mathematics Research, was invited many times by University A to be an honorary professor of the Department of Mathematics at University A, but he refused every time and remained at No. 1 Middle School, only occasionally going there to give lectures.
Everyone in No. 1 Middle School knows that Zhou Jin is mainly there to teach students in the competition class, and some people also guess that Zhou Jin is there for this year's intensive class.
The special recruitment examination quota for Zhou University is indeed more challenging than struggling in University A.
"Never heard of her name?" Yu Zhenling subconsciously looked at Grandpa Jiang.
...
...
Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen were both in No. 1 Middle School, so she naturally knew that among the 38 classes in high school, 17 did not have Meng Fu's name on them. It was obvious that Meng Fu was not in No. 1 Middle School at all.
Yu Zhenling was not surprised at all. The last time Meng Fu said that she could enter No. 1 Middle School, she felt that there was something wrong.
On the stairs, Mr. Jiang pursed his lips. He did not express his opinion. He just looked at Yu Zhenling and said, "Jiang Yu will not lie."
It seems that his expression hasn't changed much.
Then he went upstairs using his crutches.
The situation of the Jiang family in T City has obviously changed this week. Listening to the old man's words, Jiang Xinran just tucked her hair behind her ears and could no longer maintain the smile on her face.
"It's okay, go back and take a shower first. You've been tired these days." Yu Zhenling lowered her eyes and let Jiang Xinran go back to his room to sleep.
Jiang Xinran lowered his head and went upstairs.
Downstairs, Yu Zhenling watched the old man leave and called Yu Yong on her cell phone.
Talked about what happened tonight.
On the other end of the phone, Yu Yong, who was discussing with Old Yu, paused for a moment. He stood up from his chair and said, "She rejected the Tong family's invitation? Even if she can't get in, it's a rare opportunity to come to Beijing. Didn't your old man persuade her?"
The capital is the hub. No family does not want to enter the capital. Entering the center of power is the ultimate goal of every family.
Among so many families in T City, only the Chu family moved to the capital and became a hidden family, on equal footing with the Lord of T City. The Tong family will be the next Chu family.
Because of the Perfume Association's affairs, many people in T City are optimistic about the Jiang family, but no matter how optimistic they are, the final development will only be in T City. If Meng Fu takes this opportunity to enter the perfume industry, the Jiang family will be one step closer to the hub of Beijing.
"No," Yu Zhenling shook her head directly, "In the entire Jiang family, he dotes on Meng Fu the most."
Yu Yong was silent for a moment, "Your old man... is indeed old."
Not as decisive as before.
"Xinran's preliminary results will be out tomorrow
"And Xinchen..." Yu Yong was very surprised when he mentioned Jiang Xinchen, "I heard that he followed his brother-in-law?"
Speaking of Jiang Xinchen, Yu Zhenling smiled: "Well, I asked housekeeper Jiang, although this kid's grades are not as good as Xinran's, he is more perceptive than his father in finance. Even the old man has valued him more recently, and he is still in the company with his father."
"He does have some of the demeanor of an old man," Yu Yong was surprised, "I didn't notice that before."
In the past, the Yu family revolved around Jiang Xinran.
Yu Zhenling nodded, "I was surprised too, but he has been in the company recently. His math grades have always been bad. I'll talk to Xinran later and ask her to see if he needs tutoring."
"Just do whatever you want. As for Meng Fu," Yu Yong didn't know much about the Jiang family's internal information, but Meng Fu's last solution to MS did concern him. "She's been back for two years. You should hold a banquet for her. And find an opportunity to bring her to the Yu family for dinner. The old man hasn't met her seriously yet."
"And you, she had a lot of friction with us before, there is no big hatred between mother and daughter, you should contact her more often."
It has been two years since Meng Fu came back. Jiang Quan had mentioned before that he would hold a family reunion party for her, but Yu Zhenling changed the subject.
For more than two years, the Yu family has been pretending that this incident never happened.
In the past two years, Meng Fu has never even seen what the Yu family's gate looks like.
When Yu Yong said this this time, Yu Zhenling paused for a long while before she spoke, "Okay, I'll find a chance."
**
upstairs.
Mr. Jiang returned to his study, but instead of reading, he turned on his computer and logged into QQ.
An elderly person just logged in and QQ popped up a message saying 99+.
These were all Meng Fu's fan groups that he joined. Because he had a good relationship with the president of the fan club, he was even the administrator of the largest group.
Mr. Jiang read the messages in each group, and everyone on his friend list noticed that he was online.
New messages popped up one after another——
Yin Bingnian: [Grandpa Jiang, was it true what you said last time that Brother Fu was going to school? 】
Yin Bingnian: [Link: //%￥#&……]
Yin Bingnian: [These are the people who have criticized Fu Ge’s academic qualifications online. They found that they couldn’t criticize his appearance or his variety shows, so they could only criticize his academic qualifications. 】
Yin Bingnian: [If it’s true, we can organize a rebuttal on Weibo. 】
Yin Bingnian had met Mr. Jiang in person. Not only that, he had also received many express deliveries from the old man, which were either autographed photos of Meng Fu or Meng Fu's peripherals.
In short, everyone who has penetrated Meng Fu’s fan group knows that “The Grandpa Who Loves to Be Hospitalized” is not only a wealthy man, but also knows a lot of inside information.
However, except Yin Bingnian, no one else knew Grandpa Jiang.
Both of them were officially graded by Meng Fu, and they would communicate when encountering problems. The last time the old man knew that Meng Fu was in No. 1 Middle School, he vowed to Yin Bingnian that there would be no problem with his academic qualifications in the future.
At this moment, he silently looked at the other party's messages: "..."
He is really, really distressed.
Mr. Jiang sent six points to Yin Bingnian, then sent a message to ask Meng Fu about this matter, and then sent a message to ask Jiang Yu.
After posting, he minimized QQ, opened the web page, logged into Weibo, checked in, and fought three hundred rounds with the black fans.
**
Meng Fu was still preparing medicine for Tang Ze in the study.
There's someone knocking on the door.
Meng Fu stood by the table, mixed the three herbs, and said without raising her head, "Come in."
It was Zhao Fan who came in. She brought a glass of milk and looked at Meng Fu. "Are you still busy? Aren't you going to sleep? You have to go to the theater tomorrow."
The things in Meng Fu's hand were strange, and Zhao Fan had never seen them before. He just felt that each instrument was very delicate.
"Wait a little longer," Meng Fu shook her head. She mixed the medicine and then looked up at Zhao Fan: "Please contact Director Gao for me. I need to finish filming this week's scenes ahead of schedule."
Meng Fu has always been fast at filming, so Zhao Fan was not particularly surprised by her request. Meng Fu had finished filming a day in advance before.
"Okay, I'll go and tell them," Zhao Fan nodded. "Brother Cheng has just printed out the new exercises that Teacher Zhou gave you. I've put them in your luggage for you. You don't have to write them again tonight."
Meng Fu made an "OK" gesture to her and looked busy.
Zhao Fan watched her finish the glass of milk before he took the cup and left.
She closed the door gently. On the other side, Su Di had just come out of the kitchen and was wiping his hands with a tissue. They were both preparing to leave as they had to get up early tomorrow to go to the set with Meng Fu.
Su Di put the garbage bag in order and was about to open the door and go down.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw the person outside raised his hand and was about to knock on the door.
"You are..." Su Di raised his head and looked at the man.
The other person was probably in his sixties or seventies, with a crew cut, wearing quite old clothes, and had a very simple and ancient aura.
"My last name is Yan," the other person said politely without looking inside, and his voice was also extremely polite, "Meng Fu lives here, right?"
Su Di knew that it must be Meng Fu's signal that they could find this place, so he quickly made way for the other party to come in, "Mr. Yan, please come in."
While making way, Su Di was extremely curious. He had been with Meng Fu for three months and had never seen this person before.
Inside the house, Zhao Fan washed the milk cup that Meng Fu had just used, put the cup away, and looked up to ask, "Su Di, is it Brother Cheng..."
When I looked up, I saw the old man coming in.
"President?" Zhao Fan was startled for a moment, then he reacted and quickly handed the teacup to the old man: "Why are you here?"
Zhao Fan and Meng Fu had been to the T City Painting Association and met the association's president. Although they had only met once, the president's aura was too special, Zhao Fan remembered it.
"Meng Fu just told me her address. I need to find her for something." The president took the teacup and looked around the room, looking a little anxious. "Where is she?"
"Wait, I'll go call her." Zhao Fan knocked on the study door and called Meng Fu out.
Meng Fu was not surprised that the president of the Painting Association came to see her at this time. She just raised her chin towards Zhao Fan and Su Di and said, "You two should go back and rest first."
Su Di glanced at the president. He originally wanted to stay, but after hearing what Meng Fu said, he didn't force her to stay, and left with Zhao Fan. "Okay, Miss Meng, call me if you have anything."
The two went out together.
After the door was closed, Su Di took out the car keys from his pocket and asked Zhao Fan, "Who was that just now? What president? From the Go Club?"
President, that’s the president of some association.
Su Di thought of Meng Fu's chess skills that he had shown on variety shows before, as well as the Xuanyuan game in Wanmin Village.
Zhao Fan also carried a bag of garbage and walked to the trash can downstairs. When she heard Su Di asking her, she replied, "The president of the T City Painting Association. She had previously painted a picture of an old man with a dead tree. The president of the Painting Association knew about it and approached her to join the Painting Association, but she didn't agree. More than a month later, he came to her again, hoping that he would succeed."
Unfortunately, Meng Fu didn't let her stay and watch.
Speaking of this, Zhao Fan felt a little regretful. If Meng Fu had joined the Painting Association, it would have been much easier for her in the entertainment industry.
She said as she walked towards the car.
A month had passed, and Zhao Fan no longer felt the same shock he had at the beginning, except for regret. After all...
Meng Fu was a person who could even refuse to join the Painting Association.
Zhao Fan became so frightened that he became numb and could not even muster any emotion.
After taking two steps, he found that Su Di didn't catch up with him.
Zhao Fan stopped and looked at Su Di, "You're not leaving?"
Su Di raised his head. He didn't know what tone to use when talking to Zhao Fan. "Was that the president of the Painting Association just now?"
"Yeah?" Zhao Fan nodded.
"Did he personally invite Miss Meng to the Painting Association?" Su Di asked again.
Zhao Fan nodded, still feeling a little regretful: "She just doesn't want to go in."
Seeing Zhao Fan say this so calmly, Su Di didn't know what to say. He just let out a deep breath.
There are a total of ten painting associations in the country. Beijing is the head association, and the presidents of the other nine branch associations hold high positions in the Beijing Painting Association, either as senior management or vice president.
These people usually live in the capital.
The Beijing Painting Association, because of its large number of members, is one level higher than the Fragrance Association. The senior executives of the four major associations and the children of those hermit families dare not mess with them.
The status of the Four Associations in the capital is almost equal to that of the hidden families.
So when Su Di heard Zhao Fan talking about the president just now, he didn't consider the Painting Association at all, because T City was too small and the Painting Association was not big either. Over the years, few people from the T City Painting Association have been promoted to the Beijing Painting Association. It is impossible for the president of such a local association to come all the way from the capital.
After listening to Zhao Fanyi's explanation, Su Di understood.
The other party must have come for Meng Fu.
The fact that the top executives of the Beijing Painting Association came to T City in person to invite someone is definitely not just about joining the T City Painting Association, but at least they have the intention of taking the other person under their wing.
This is what shocked Su Di.
As a disciple of the top leaders of the four major associations, even in the capital, the leader of a small family cannot compare to him.
Su Di's usually calm and cold face broke a little, and his voice broke: "Miss Meng can also paint?"
He had also met several famous talents from the Beijing Painting Association several times, and each of them would draw at least one practice painting every day.
When had he seen Meng Fuhua? ?
My mentality collapsed.
**
upstairs.
"Really don't want to join?" During this period, President Yan also investigated Meng Fu's information. The information he found was very little, all of which was information about Meng Fu's entertainment industry. President Yan did not find much information about Meng Fu and the Yu family.
Meng Fu poured herself a glass of water, sat opposite President Yan, and shook her head: "No."
President Yan had said a lot to her. When he heard her say that, he was silent for a long while. He usually didn't talk much, so at this moment he didn't even utter a word of persuasion. He just stood up, ready to ask again when there was a chance.
"Then come back to me when you get in touch." President Yan nodded at her.
Meng Fu went out with him, holding the teacup.
President Yan walked to the door and remembered something: "By the way, someone from the Beijing Painting Association has taken a fancy to your painting of an old man with a dead tree and wants to buy it for 400,000 yuan. Will you sell it?"
Meng Fu is a newcomer, and 400,000 is a sky-high price for a newcomer with little fame.
The outstanding players in this youth competition only received 500,000 yuan, and that was under the many halos.
Meng Fu, who was originally lazy and was about to see President Yan off, was shocked when she heard 400,000. She looked up at President Yan and seemed to have come to her senses: "400,000?"
"Well, this price is average," President Yan shook his head. "I rejected it for you. Your painting has its own style. If you continue to paint and become famous in the future, it will not be a problem to increase the price by dozens of times. This person is buying your painting now just for collection and investment."
President Yan said, and mentioned Meng Fu's joining the Painting Association again, "It's just that you don't want to join the painting association..."
"No," Meng Fu suddenly grabbed President Yan's arm, put the cup in his hand, then cupped his hands, bent over 90 degrees, and said respectfully: "Master, I am blind and do not recognize you. Please accept my disciple's one... no, three bows!"
President Yan, who had a teacup forced into his hand, had mentioned this to Meng Fu many times on WeChat before, and had persuaded Meng Fu in person for half an hour: "......?"
President Yan, what a serious person you are.
I have never been so confused.
He watched Meng Fu walk around the hall a few times, then made him another cup of tea and began to wonder why she suddenly changed her mind.
Before, he gave his token to Meng Fu. Although he didn't say it explicitly, he had the intention of teaching Meng Fu.
He looked at Meng Fu, thought for a while, and only thought of one possibility -
Four hundred thousand.
money.
After thinking about it for a long time, President Yan, who didn't know why Meng Fu didn't want to join the Painting Association, once again: "..."
"Master, don't you want to drink it?" Meng Fu stood in front of him very obediently, without any trace of the perfunctory attitude from before. "After drinking this cup of tea, you will be my respected teacher!"
"No." President Yan shook his head.
Meng Fu: "..."
Is there reincarnation in heaven?
Will Meng Fu also have this day?
Seeing Meng Fu like this, President Yan knew what she was thinking. He took a sip of tea and said lightly, "How can I, Yan Langfeng, be so perfunctory when accepting a disciple?"
The four associations of Beijing are used to being arrogant. How can it be the style of the four tyrants of Beijing if they don't set up a table and announce it to the world?
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