Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

There are 18 classes in the third grade of No. 1 middle school, 17 regular classes, and 1 rocket class.

Jiang Xinran is in the rocket class.

No. 1 Middle School will conduct monthly exams. Jiang Xinran participated in the painting association youth competition this month. If she gets this ranking, she will get extra points in the college entrance examination, but she has wasted too much time this month, and she is looking for intensive classes. She didn't write the title yet, and the exam was coming up this week. 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 knew, after asking this question, it turned out that Meng Fu was not in one of the seventeen ordinary classes.

As for the rocket class...

Jiang Xinran didn't think about it at all. The students of No. 1 Middle School, especially the rocket class, naturally knew who the head teacher of the rocket class was.

Zhou Jin, a member of the Department of Mathematics, University A has invited him many times to be an honorary professor of the Department of Mathematics of University A, but he has refused.

Everyone in No. 1 Middle School knew that Zhou Jin was mainly there for the students in the competition class, and some people were guessing that Zhou Jin was for this year's intensive class.

Continental University's special admission exam quota is indeed much more challenging than struggling in A University.

"Haven't heard of her name?" Yu Zhenling subconsciously looked at Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen were both in No. 1 Middle School, so she naturally knew that Meng Fu's name was not on the 17th class of the thirty-eight high school classes. It turned out that Meng Fu was not in No. 1 Middle School at all.

Regarding this, Yu Zhenling was not surprised at all. The last time Meng Fu said that she could enter No. 1 Middle School, she felt that something was wrong.

On the stairs, Mr. Jiang pursed his lips. He didn't express his opinion, but just looked at Yu Zhenling, "Jiang Yu won't lie."

His expression didn't seem to change much.

Then poke the cane upstairs.

This week, the situation of the Jiang family in T City has obviously changed. Hearing what the old man said, Jiang Xinran just brushed her hair behind her ears, and couldn't keep the smile on her face.

"It's okay, you go back and take a shower first, you're tired these days too." Yu Zhenling lowered her eyes and asked Jiang Xinran to go back to her room to sleep.

Jiang Xinran bowed her head and went upstairs.

Downstairs, Yu Zhenling looked at the back of the old man leaving, and called Yu Yong with her mobile phone.

Talk about what happened tonight.

On the other end of the phone, Yu Yong, who was discussing with Mr. Yu, paused for a moment. He stood up from his chair, "She rejected the invitation from Tong's family? Even if she couldn't enter, it would be very rare for her to enter Beijing. Your old man didn't persuade you she?"

The capital is the hub. No family wants to enter the capital. Entering the power center is the ultimate goal of every family.

There are so many families in T city, only the Chu family settled in the capital, and became a hermit family. They are equal to the lord of T city, and the Tong family is the next Chu family.

Many people in T city are optimistic about the Jiang family because of the Jiang family's Fragrance Association, but no matter how optimistic they are about the final development, they are only in T city. If Meng Fu takes this opportunity to step into the fragrance industry, the Jiang family will be closer to the hub of the capital. step.

"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 while, "Your old man...is really old."

Not as decisive as before.

"Xinran's preliminary results will be out tomorrow.

"There is also Xinchen..." Yu Yong was very surprised when he mentioned Jiang Xinchen, "I heard that he followed his brother-in-law?"

Mentioning Jiang Xinchen, Yu Zhenling showed a smile on her face: "Well, I asked Steward Jiang, although this kid's grades are not as good as Xinran's, but he is financially sharper than his father, and even the old man pays more attention to him recently. He is still in the company with his father."

"He does look like an old man," Yu Yong was surprised, "I didn't realize it before."

In the past, Jiang Xinran was the center of the Yu family.

Yu Zhenling nodded, "I'm also surprised, but he's been at the company recently, and his math performance has always been bad. I'll talk to Xinran later and let her see if he needs tutoring."

"You can do what you see. As for Meng Fu," Yu Yong was not clear about the Jiang family's internal information, but Meng Fu's last time solving MS matter really caught his attention. "She has been back for two years, you should also do something for her." Banquet, by the way, find an opportunity to bring her to Yu's house for a meal, the old man hasn't met her seriously yet."

"And you, she had a lot of conflicts with us before, there is no big feud between mother and daughter, you should contact her more."

Two years after Meng Fu came back, Jiang Quan had previously said that he would hold a banquet for her to recognize relatives, but Yu Zhenling changed the subject.

For more than two years, the Yu family has been pretending that this incident did not happen.

In the past two years, Meng Fu had never seen what the front door of Yu's house looked like.

This time when Yu Yong said that, Yu Zhenling paused for a while before she said, "Okay, I'll look for a chance."

**

upstairs.

Master Jiang went back to his study, and instead of reading, he turned on his computer and logged on to QQ.

An elderly person, just logged in, a message of 99+ popped up on QQ.

This is Meng Fu's support group he joined, because he has a good relationship with the president of the support club, and he is even the administrator of the largest group.

Mr. Jiang read all the news in each group, and everyone on the friend list found that he was online.

A new message popped up——

Yin Bingnian: [Grandpa Jiang, is it true that you said that Brother Fu went to school last time? 】

Yin Bingnian: [Link: //%￥#\u0026...]

Yin Bingnian: [These are all people who have a degree from Brother Heifu on the Internet. They found that they can't slander their appearance, they can't smear variety shows, they can only smear their education. 】

Yin Bingnian: [If it is true, we can organize Weibo to refute it. 】

Yin Bingnian had a face-to-face meeting with Mr. Jiang. Not only did he meet Mr. Jiang, but he also received many couriers from the old man. It was either Meng Fu's signed photo or Meng Fu's surroundings.

In short, anyone who has entered into Meng Fu's fan base knows that the "grandpa who loves to be hospitalized" is not only a rich man, but also knows a lot of inside information.

But except for Yin Bingnian, no one else knew Mr. Jiang.

Both of them were graded by Meng Fu's official, and they would communicate with each other when they encountered things. The last time he knew that Meng Fu was in No. 1 Middle School, the old man swore to Yin Bingnian that there would be no more problems with his education in the future.

At this time, he silently watched each other's messages: "..."

He was really, really upset.

Mr. Jiang sent Yin Bingnian six points, then sent a message to ask Meng Fu about it, and then sent a message to ask Jiang Yu.

After posting, he minimized his QQ, opened the webpage, logged in to Weibo, checked in, and went to fight against black fans for 300 rounds.

**

On Meng Fu's side, he was still dispensing medicine for Tang Ze in the study.

There was a knock on the door.

Meng Fu stood by the table, mixed three kinds of medicinal ingredients, without raising his head: "Come in."

It was Zhao Fan who came in. She came over with a glass of milk and looked at Meng Fu, "Still busy, don't you want to sleep? I'm going to the theater tomorrow."

The things in Meng Fu's hands were weird, and Zhao Fan had never seen them before. He only felt that each instrument was very delicate.

"Wait a minute," Meng Fu shook her head. She mixed the medicine, then looked up at Zhao Fan, "Help me get in touch with Director Gao. I'm going to finish filming this week's scene ahead of schedule."

Meng Fu's filming has always been fast, and Zhao Fan was not particularly surprised by her request. Before, Meng Fu finished filming a day earlier.

"Okay, let me tell," Zhao Fan nodded, "Mr. Zhou's new exercises for you, brother Cheng has already printed them out for you just now, and I put them in your luggage for you, so you don't need to write any more tonight. "

Meng Fu gestured "OK" to her, looking very busy.

Zhao Fan stared at her as she finished drinking a glass of milk before going out with the milk glass.

She closed the door gently, and Su Di on the other side just came out of the kitchen and was wiping her hands with a tissue. Both of them were about to leave, and they would get up early tomorrow to go to the set with Meng Fu.

Su Di packed up the garbage bags and was about to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw someone 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 party looked about sixty or seventy years old, with a cut head, wearing quite old clothes, and his aura was also very simple.

"My surname is Yan." The other party did not look inside with very polite eyes, and his voice was also extremely polite, "Does Meng Fu live here?"

Being able to find this place, Su Di knew that it must have been signaled by Meng Fu. He quickly made room for the other party to come in, "Old Mr. Yan, please come in."

While making way, Su Di was also extremely curious. He had stayed with Meng Fu for three months and hadn't seen this man yet.

Inside the house, Zhao Fan washed the milk cup that Meng Fu just had, put the cup away, and asked, "Su Di, it's Brother Cheng..."

As soon as he looked up, he saw the old gentleman entering the door.

"President?" Zhao Fan was startled for a moment, then reacted, and quickly gave the old man a teacup: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Fan and Meng Fu had been to the Painting Association of T City, and met the president of the painting association. Although there was only one face, the president of the painting association was too special, Zhao Fan remembered.

"Meng Fu just told me her address. I need to find her." The president took the teacup, looked around the room, looking anxious, "Where is she?"

"Wait, I'll call her." Zhao Fan knocked on the door of the study and called Meng Fu out.

Meng Fu was not surprised that the president of the painting association was looking for her at this time, he only raised his chin at Zhao Fan and Su Di, "You two go back and rest first."

Su Di glanced at the president, originally wanted to stay, but seeing what Meng Fu said, he didn't force him to stay, so he left with Zhao Fan, "Alright then, Miss Meng, call me if you have something to do."

The two went out together.

After closing the door, Su Di took out the car keys from his pocket, turned his head and asked Zhao Fan: "Who was that just now? What president? From the Go Club?"

President, that is also the president of some association.

Su Di thought of Meng Fu's chess skills shown in variety shows before, and the Xuanyuan game in Wanmin Village.

Zhao Fan also carried a bag of rubbish, and went to the trash can downstairs, and when Su Di asked her, she replied, "The president of the T City Painting Association, she drew a picture of an old man with a dead wood, and it was drawn by him." The head of the painting association knew about it, and asked her to join the painting association, and wanted her to join the painting association, but she refused, and after more than a month, he came to the door again, hoping that he would succeed."

Unfortunately, Meng Fu didn't let her stay and watch.

Speaking of these, Zhao Fan felt a little regretful. If Meng Fu had joined the Painting Association, it would have been much more convenient in the entertainment industry.

As she spoke, she walked towards the car.

A month later, Zhao Fan was no longer as shocked as he was at the beginning except regret, after all...

Meng Fu was even capable of refusing to join the Painting Association.

Zhao Fan was startled and numb, and couldn't even bring up any emotion.

After walking two steps, Su Di didn't follow.

Zhao Fan stopped and looked at Su Di, "Aren't you leaving?"

Su Di raised his head, he didn't know what tone to use to speak to Zhao Fan, "Was that the president of the painting association just now?"

"Yes?" Zhao Fan nodded.

"He personally invited Miss Meng to the Painting Association?" Su Di asked again.

Zhao Fan still nodded, feeling a little regretful: "It's just that she doesn't want to go in."

Seeing Zhao Fan say these words in such a calm and clear manner, Su Di no longer knew what to say, he just let out a deep breath.

There are always ten painting associations in the country, the capital is the general association, and the other nine painting associations. The president of each branch association holds a high position in the capital painting association, either the top management or the vice president.

These people are generally resident in the capital.

Because of the large number of people, the Beijing Painting Association is one level higher than the Fragrance Association. The high-level personnel of the four major associations and the children of hermit families dare not mess with them.

The Sixie's status in the capital is almost equal to that of the hermit family.

So when I heard Zhao Fan talking about the president just now, Su Di didn't consider the Painting Association at all, because T City is too small, and the Painting Association is not big. After so many years, few people from the T City Painting Association have been promoted. When it comes to the Beijing Painting Association, it is impossible for the president of this kind of local association to come all the way from the capital.

After hearing Zhao Fan's explanation, Su Di understood.

The other party must have come for Meng Fu.

It is not just a simple matter of joining the T city art association that can invite high-level people from the capital art association to come to T city in person, at least they have the intention to recruit the other party under the door.

This was Su Di's shock.

The apprentices of the top four associations, in the capital, are not comparable to the leaders of small families.

Su Di was as immobile as a mountain on weekdays, his cold face collapsed, and his voice collapsed: "Miss Meng can still draw?"

He has also met a few famous geniuses from the Beijing Painting Association several times, and each of them has at least one practice painting every day.

When did he see Meng Fu painting? ?

Mentality collapsed.

**

upstairs.

"Really don't want to join?" During this period of time, President Yan also investigated Meng Fu's information. The information he investigated was very little, and it was all information about Meng Fu's entertainment circle. Regarding the news about Meng Fu and Yu's family, Yan The chairman found not much information.

Meng Fu poured himself a glass of water, sat opposite Chairman Yan, and shook his head: "No."

President Yan told her a lot, and when he saw her say that, he was silent for a while, he never talked much, and at this moment he couldn't even utter words of persuasion, so he just stood up, ready to ask again when he had the opportunity.

"Then come to me after you figure it out." Chairman Yan nodded at her.

Meng Fu went out with him holding the teacup.

Chairman Yan walked to the door and remembered something again: "By the way, someone from the Beijing Painting Association has taken a fancy to your picture of an old man with a dead tree, and wants to buy it for 400,000. Do you want to sell it?"

Meng Fu is a newcomer, 400,000 is a sky-high price for a newcomer with little reputation.

This youth competition is relatively outstanding, and it is only 500,000, which is still under many halos.

Originally lazy, Meng Fu, who was about to send Chairman Yan out, was shocked when she heard 400,000. She looked up at Chairman Yan, as if she had come to her senses: "400,000?"

"Well, the price is average," President Yan shook his head, "I rejected it for you, your painting has its own strength of character, if you continue to paint, you will become famous in the future, and it is no problem to double it dozens of times. Buying your paintings now is just for collection and investment.”

President Yan said, and brought up the matter of Meng Fu's entry into the painting association, "It's just that you don't want to enter the painting..."

"No," Meng Fu suddenly grabbed President Yan's arm, put the cup in his hand, then cupped his hands, bent at 90 degrees, and said very respectfully: "Master, I don't know Taishan, please. Disciple one... no, three obeisances!"

The teacup was forcibly stuffed in his hand, President Yan, who had mentioned it to Meng Fu many times on WeChat before, and persuaded Meng Fu himself for half an hour: "...??"

Chairman Yan, what a serious person.

I've never been so confused.

He watched Meng Fu walk around the hall a few times, then made him a cup of tea again, and began to think about why she suddenly changed her mind.

Before he gave Meng Fu his token, although he didn't say it clearly, 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.

I thought about it for a long time before, and I didn't know why Meng Fu didn't want to join Chairman Yan of the Painting Association. Once again: "..."

"Master, don't you want to drink?" Meng Fu stood in front of him very obediently, without any sign of perfunctory before, "After drinking this cup of tea, you will become my respected teacher!"

"No." President Yan shook his head.

Meng Fu: "..."

Heaven has reincarnation?

Her Meng Fu also has this day?

Seeing Meng Fu like this, President Yan knew what she was thinking. After taking a sip of tea, he said calmly, "I, Yan Langfeng, accept apprentices, how can I be so perfunctory."

The four associations in the capital are used to being arrogant. They don't set a table and tell the world. How can this be the style of the four tyrants in the capital?

**

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