Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 112 Calligraphy 112, Director Jiang Family

  I don’t know who this person is, and even sent a video to Meng Fu?

   It is the first time for Zhao Fan to meet someone who will send videos to Meng Fu.

  While thinking, she raised her voice and called Meng Fu in the bathroom: "Your WeChat video, the last name is Xu!"

  Meng Fu came out of the shower and put on a bathrobe. While tying the belt of the bathrobe, he held the towel against his hair, and nodded: "I see."

   Seeing Meng Fu came out, Zhao Fan went to the refrigerator to check the contents of the hotel refrigerator.

  Meng Fu walked to the sofa and sat down, pressing the answer button, and an old man’s face appeared on the phone screen.

  If Zhao Fan is here, he will definitely be able to recognize it. This face is the god-level figure in the circle who really stands at the top of the pyramid in the film and television industry——

  Xu Bochuan.

  Meng Fu turned the camera, only half of her face was in the camera, and the rest was only the ceiling of the hotel.

"Little Meng," Xu Bochuan and Meng Fu had exchanged more than once after returning from Meng Fu's variety show. The two of them also used chess to meet friends and established a deep friendship. "This is a chess game we want to shoot in the movie, I Put one, can you see if there are any problems with this game?"

  Xu Bochuan turned the camera to the chess game, which was placed on a bumpy stone table.

  Meng Fu glanced at it and knew that this was a stone table of Taoism.

  She put her gaze on the chess game, watched for two minutes, then nodded, "No problem."

"That's OK, this is what I set according to the chess game you modified last time." Xu Bochuan has always been rigorous in filming. He is not perfunctory about the life and death chess game that appeared in the scene. He said that it was OK, so he turned the camera to himself, "You recently Is there a schedule? Come to our crew for a guest appearance when you have time."

  In the lens, Yi Tong, who had changed his shirt, also saw Meng Fu, narrowed his eyes, and said hello with a smile: "Miss Meng, hello."

  Meng Fu politely greeted Yi Tong, before returning, "I have a new play."

   "That's it," Xu Bochuan was a little regretful, "Then wait for you to have time, let's talk about the drama."

  Xu Bochuan talked with Meng Fu about a few Go issues before hanging up the phone.

  Zhao Fan just took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, threw one to Meng Fu, and asked casually: "Who is looking for you to watch chess?"

   "Hmm." Meng Fu opened the pull tab of the beer can with one hand, wiped his hair with one hand, and took a sip from his head up.

   Place your legs on the coffee table at will.

  The collar of her bathrobe is loose, and it can be clearly seen that a drop of water on the neck rolls down the thin collarbone.

   "Hmm." Since it was the person who was looking for Meng Fu to play Go, he should not be in the circle. Zhao Fan didn't ask much, "Have you seen the script of the ancient costume light comedy I mentioned to you before?"

  She sat opposite Meng Fu, and couldn't help sighing that she had never seen a woman like Meng Fu. No matter when, she could be so beautiful. She deserves to be called a woman who unifies the aesthetics of the entertainment industry on the Internet.

   "Look at it." Meng Fu squeezed the beer can a little, leaned lazily on the sofa, and took another sip slowly.

   "Then we..." Zhao Fangang wanted to say something.

  The door bell rang.

   Three regular beeps.

  Serious and rigorous.

  Zhao Fan quickly stood up, "It must be Brother Cheng."

  She went to check the door directly. It was indeed Su Cheng outside. He looked at the room and planned to come in directly. After the light saw Meng Fu sitting on the sofa with his robe almost half open, Su Cheng paused.

  He stopped on the spot, withdrew his gaze, his voice was as cold as jade, "Get ready, let's sign the contract."

  When Zhao Fan opened the door, she thought of the wine she had given to Meng Fu. She was a little nervous at first. When she heard Su Cheng’s words, she forgot the wine, but was surprised: "Contract?"

  She looked at Su Cheng, thinking about it thousands of times, then swallowed, and cautiously tentatively said: "Is it... the contract for The Bourne?"

  Su Cheng: "Yeah."

   Zhao Fan: "..."

  For a second, Zhao Fan, who was also cautiously bringing wine to Meng Fu to help her out, huh, she was stupid.

  **

   Twenty minutes later, Meng Fu and Sucheng and his party arrived at the office.

  The high-level guide and planning are all there.

  The two of them glanced over the long figure standing behind Meng Fu with their hands in their pockets, and they couldn't help but glance over.

"That's it," Gao Dao tried his best to ignore the existence of Su Cheng, and then talked to Meng Fu and Zhao Fan. "Because Yan Li is a spy and an agent, there are many scenes in the play, and basically there are scenes and gun battles. ."

  He said that, Zhao Fan understood in an instant, she nodded: "Guo Gao rest assured, before joining the group next week, we will invite a martial arts teacher to teach Meng Fu."

  The invincible momentum of Meng Fu's performance is just a little bit weak in this aspect.

  Seeing Zhao Fan's cooperation like this, Gao Dao was even more happy.

  He nodded and laughed: “In the TV series, Yan Li is a sharpshooter who wears Yang with a hundred steps. This is our later work. Meng Fu only needs to learn a little bit of playing tricks, and we will also have a martial arts teacher on site.”

   Gao Dao didn't expect Meng Fu to be able to achieve high levels in these projects. After all, Meng Fu is here when he is young, and acting skills are already rare.

  Several times in the entire entertainment industry, there are only a few actors in the filming well.

  He only said this to Su Cheng, which meant that filming this scene was very painful and tiring, and some action substitutes could not be done.

  Seeing that Su Cheng had been following behind him faintly, without saying anything, Gao Dao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Can you sign?" Meng Fu put his chin in one hand and turned his signature pen in the other.

  "Please." The high-level guide raised his hand.

  The pen in Meng Fu's hand stopped, and then signed the two large characters that he swung freely.

  The two parties each held a contract, and the senior director withdrew the contract. He was surprised to see the two characters written by Meng Fu.

The planner and Gao Dao sent Meng Fu and the others out. After Meng Fu Sucheng and the others got on the bus, Gao Dao looked at the plan, pointed at the word, and said in surprise: "This Meng Fu, she writes really well. , More like Yanli."

  In the play, Yanli’s father is a teacher in the school. He has read four books and five classics since childhood, full of economics, and often writes couplets.

  Yanli has been fascinated since childhood.

  "Nowadays, the characters can be ugly, but the signature must be good-looking," the planner glanced at it and laughed, "Most of the artist’s names are specially designed by someone."

  This is true, Gao Da also agrees. He has never seen a few artists who have practiced calligraphy.

   "After all, I am an artist and not a calligrapher. I just need to find a hand to replace it, but she must have worked hard to write the name so beautifully." Gao Dao sighed and said.

  Listening to this, the planner glanced at Gao Dao, but didn't dismantle Gao Dao. He didn't say that before this morning.

  **

  At seven o'clock in the evening, T City, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan arrived at the airport, and Su Di was waiting for them at the airport.

   "I'll go back to Jiang's house first." Meng Fu took the windbreaker from Zhao Fan's hand.

  Zhao Fan knew that Meng Fu must have gone home to see Grandpa Jiang, and smiled and nodded.

  Su Cheng put his hand in his pocket, glanced at her, paused, and said warmly: "Don't drink."

  Meng Fu walked outside with the windbreaker hooked up, and without turning his head, he waved his hand to the back casually, "Yes, my lord."

I want to come to know that I drank Meng Fu at noon, Zhao Fan also changed the topic embarrassingly, "Brother Cheng, I am going to find her two teachers, a performance teacher, a martial arts teacher, she will take over as the heroine for the first time. , It's still so challenging..."

   "Ask her." Su Cheng closed his shirt, his brows and eyes were completely black.

  Zhao Fan took the phone back and followed Su Cheng to the studio, "Also."

  Jiang’s house.

  Yu Yong is here today.

  Jiangquan, Mr. Jiang, Yu Zhenling, and several directors of the Jiang family are all sitting in the hall, the atmosphere is very serious, it should be discussing some key issues.

  Yu Yong frowned, “I haven’t heard of these channels. It’s not the account of Youdi.com. Let her check...”

  Jiang Yu stood behind Jiang Quan, taking notes carefully.

  Outside, the butler’s voice suddenly sounded in surprise: "Miss Meng?"

  This is Meng Fu's return.

   Yu Yong, who originally wanted to say something, stopped immediately and did not continue.

  Meng Fu came in and was extremely surprised to see so many people in the Jiang family. She raised her head and stopped.

   "Fu'er, come here," the old man waved to her, smiled gently, and introduced to several directors: "This is my granddaughter, Meng Fu."

Only a few people in the circle knew about the Jiang family. The chairman looked at each other. They only knew that Jiang Xinran, the eldest of the Jiang family, had never heard of Meng Fu, but Yu Yong didn’t continue. When speaking, several chairman of the board stopped and didn't say any more.

  Meng Fu originally planned to leave, but seeing the old man standing up, he stretched out his hand to support him upstairs, and still pressed his finger on his pulse calmly.

  The eyebrows are slightly invisible.

   "Listen to your assistant, you went to the audition today, how about it?" Old man Jiang said with a smile while going upstairs with her.

  In front of Meng Fu, he always smiled and looked very good.

   "Successful, I will join the group next week," Meng Fu helped Old Man Jiang, and slowly returned, "Republic of China war film, I will play a spy, and it is estimated that I can finish it in a month or two."

   "That's it..." Hearing this sentence, the old man didn't know what expression to use, and he smiled softly, "Well, you must be a good performer, and the ministry knows if you can see it."

  Meng Fu glanced at him, helped him to the chair in the study, and said in awe-inspiring tone: "Of course you can see it."

  The old man just smiled and said nothing.

  Meng Fu stopped talking, only went to the corner and lighted the sandalwood that he touched out of his pocket to the old man.

  She didn’t know where the lighter came from in her pocket. It was black and gold and had a very cold tone. She used it very smoothly. The blue flame engulfed the sandalwood.

  A thin smoke rose from the corner, and the father seemed to be shocked.

  "Grandpa, has something happened at home recently?" Meng Fu lighted up the sandalwood, put away the lighter, and asked casually.

  The old man shook his head and laughed, "Where is the problem? Are you okay outside, have you met someone from the crew bullying you?"

   "No," Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Li, they are all very good."

Li Qingning’s old father’s performance in the live broadcast was not fake, and the father was relieved, “Oh, your agent is very busy, but the assistant is sensible, and he is also very measured. I added WeChat to him, and he will take you with me. Very relieved."

  Meng Fu turned around and raised his eyebrows: "You also added him?"

  "Didn't you recommend my business card to him?" The old man also asked in surprise.

  Meng Fu: "...Yes, it's me."

  Unexpectedly, she, Meng Fu, would also have a back-to-back day.

  "Master, it's time to take a break and take medicine." Outside, the housekeeper knocked on the door. This Chinese medicine was prescribed by the doctor Luo last time.

  The old man also pressed his temples, and suddenly felt a little sleepy, "I want to sleep."

  Hearing the old man's words, the butler glanced at Meng Fu lightly and twisted his eyebrows slightly.

  "Grandpa, you can rest." Meng Fu put down a roll of sandalwood. She came today, mainly to give these, "These spices, you have to order them every day."

  The old man forced his eyes to be closed and grasped the corner of Meng Fu's clothes. He was so drowsy that the sound was not very obvious: "Fu'er, you stay for dinner."

  Meng Fu lowered her head and looked at her mobile phone. Teacher Zhou has already posted a bunch of exercises for today. She thought about it and couldn't bear to refuse the old man, "Okay, grandpa, you rest first."

  She helped Mr. Jiang to go to bed to rest, and he went to bed within a few minutes.

  **

  Ms. Zhou asked me to do the same. Meng Fu went downstairs to borrow the study room from Jiang Quan.

  It was almost eight o'clock, and Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen, who were in the first middle school, also rushed back.

  The two people live in villas during school and rarely come back. They came back today because of the Jiang family.

When Meng Fu went upstairs, Jiang Quan had already explained the existence of Meng Fu to several directors.

  Several members of the board of directors are puzzled. No wonder they have never heard of Meng Fu's name. It turns out that this is the case.

Seeing that Meng Fu came down again, several directors only boasted perfunctorily, President Jiang’s daughter was really good enough, and the others were gone. In the eyes of these people, the Jiang family has little to do with Meng Fu. They are concerned. She is of no use.

  Then continue to talk about some questions with Jiang Xinran.

  Several directors of the Jiang family were not enthusiastic about Meng Fu, and even more indifferent.

  Jiang Xinran slowly put down his schoolbag, took a sip from the teacup, his eyes drooping with a hint of mockery.

  It is also true that the directors of the Jiang family have always put interest first, and paying attention to Meng Fu is too wasteful for them, and it is really unnecessary.

  Meng Fu was also quite indifferent to these directors, and only slightly nodded.

   "There is a printer in the study, it's next to your grandfather's study, you can use it whatever you want." Jiang Quan heard Meng Fu's question, his brows were slightly loosened, and his tone became a lot softer.

   "Okay." Meng Fu nodded.

  She went upstairs to Jiangquan’s study. There was a printer in Jiangquan’s study, and she turned to Teacher Zhou’s dialog box——

  【Today’s training exercises for the intensive class, the top-secret three questions, I asked the person who wrote the questions at Chau University, you finish this week, and give it to me next week (smile)]

  【Word.document】

  Three questions?

  Meng Fu looked at the smile behind Teacher Zhou, determined that Teacher Zhou did not understand the meaning of smile, then accepted the questions, and printed out all the exercises sent by Teacher Zhou.

  I found a pen in Jiangquan’s study and worked on the problem seriously.

  These three questions are worthy of being asked by Teacher Zhou to ask the questioner of Zhou University. The standard is more than that of the last time.

  Meng Fu is also rarely interested. After studying for a long time, he also sent a screenshot of one of the questions to Meng Xun——

  【Try this question. 】

  **

  Nine o'clock.

  A group of directors left, and the housekeeper knocked on the door to let Meng Fu come down for dinner.

  Meng Fu didn't finish the topic, so I took the opportunity to put the paper here and went downstairs with the housekeeper.

  The butler glanced at the paper on the table, but was not interested, and closed the study door.

  Downstairs, Yu Yong is here today, and Jiang Xinran is already sitting at the dinner table.

  Jiangquan is talking to Yu Yong.

   "Fu'er, I have been busy with work lately?" Jiang Quan saw Meng Fu come down and the dark blue under her eyes, so he frowned and asked.

   "There is a play." Meng Fu nodded, explaining.

  Jiang Quan nodded, "Don't be too tired."

Next to   , Yu Yong raised his head and glanced at Meng Fu. He didn't want to say anything more when he heard Meng Fu say that he was going to audition for a movie.

  Not to mention Jiang Xinran, even Jiang Xinchen, who has never been tuned, has been busy with Jiang’s affairs recently, this Meng Fu...

  Yu Yong retracted his gaze.

  Jiang Yu put away the documents of today's secret meeting and prepared to leave. Jiang Quan asked him to stay for dinner, but he did not agree.

   "Where is Grandpa?" Jiang Xinran looked up and asked the housekeeper without seeing the master in the main seat.

  The butler glanced at Meng Fu, “After seeing Ms. Meng in the afternoon, the old man felt a little uncomfortable and fell asleep.”

   "Huh?" Jiang Xinran was stunned, "Isn't grandpa physically better these days than the previous two days, he's more energetic, how could he...

  She looked at Meng Fu.

"Snapped--"

With Jiang Xinran to his side, Yu Zhenling put down the chopsticks in her hand, and stared at Meng Fu with a very cold stare, "The most important thing for a person is to set one's own position. Your grandfather is already in poor health. Recently, he is weak. Work hard, it's best to dispel your unrealistic ideas and don't bother your grandpa."

  Meng Fu looked up.

  Yu Yong knew about Meng Fu and said at the right time, “No. 1 Middle School is different from other schools. Principal Gu is more rigid than Grandpa, so he shouldn’t be able to convince him.”

  So... They thought they were coming back today and asked Mr. Jiang to send her into a high school? So the old man is so angry that he is sick?

  Meng Fu leaned back in his chair and smiled.

  At the door, Jiang Yu, who was about to leave, stopped and raised his hand silently, "Well, President Jiang, I have something to say."

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