Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 148, 148 Characters Walking Sideways in the Painting Association (two more)

  Speaking of this, Chairman Yan looked at Meng Fu and fell silent again.

Most people in the   Painting Association are noble and noble, like a breeze and bright moon, they are spotless and will not be contaminated with mundane things such as money. Almost no one takes it seriously.

  In ancient times, it was not for five buckets of rice to bend the waist, and today the Painting Association is similar.

  President Yan never expected--

  He was a courteous corporal and talked to her personally, but she didn't agree, but she agreed with only 400,000 yuan.

  President Yan is very complicated.

  His face is not worth four hundred thousand.

He held the teacup and did not rush back, and introduced his situation to Meng Fu, "You have only one senior. He is in the capital, and he is the chief painter of the younger generation. I will push him to you later, what? When you go to the capital, meet him."

  President Yan is rigorous in picking up his disciples. After so many years, he has only accepted one disciple, and Meng Fu is the second.

  The two apprentices are both dragons and phoenixes.

  President Yan bowed his head and took a sip of tea: “As for my apprenticeship ceremony, if you have any ideas, follow your brother’s specifications if you don’t have any ideas.”

Seeing that Chairman Yan didn't mean to refuse her, Meng Fu was relieved, and blinked her eyes when she heard what he said. She seemed a little embarrassed: "Master, I have some personal reasons. It is not convenient to show your face for the time being, you Look, this grand ceremony..."

  President Yan: "...Are you not a star?"

  No, you are not easy to show your face?

  Meng Fu thumped Chairman Yan, "Master, for now, for now."

  She beats people's shoulders with just the right amount of strength. President Yan bends over to paint all the year round. She has some cervical spondylopathy, which is quite comfortable to be pinched by her.

  President Yan is very cold and stern, and it will not work for the time being, and his voice is as solemn as ever: "Since it is not convenient for you to show your face, we will fill it up when it is convenient for you."

  Meng Fu lowered his eyebrows, his hands lightened a lot: "Thank you, Master."

"Also, your preliminary contest must have passed," Chairman Yan once again remembered one thing, "The semi-finals will start right away. The theme is great, you have to prepare your paintings. Your painting style has your own style, But the proficiency is not enough. Starting from today, you will copy a painting every day. I will send you the paintings that your brother copied before."

  Meng Fu nodded, just like Teacher Zhou gave her exercises every week.

  She squinted her eyes slightly, remembering something, and the speed of pinching her shoulders slowed down: “Master, do you need to leave a name for the rematch painting? You think I will be a member of the Art Association from now on, do I have to get a loud stage name?”

  Painting Association can have stage names, but most of them have more real names.

Chairman Yan used his real name.

  Meng Fu had this request, Chairman Yan did not agree, but think about Meng Fu saying that she is inconvenient to show her face, he reluctantly agreed, "What's a resounding stage name?"

  Meng Fu smiled: "I want to make money every day."

  Chairman Yan: "..."

  Concise, clear goals, and simple.

  It is indeed you, Meng Fu.

   "Master, isn't this name good?" Meng Fu smiled.

  Chairman Yan: "...very individual."

  He has always been more serious, no one in the Art Association dared to smile with him, and the only apprentice respected him very much.

It’s the first time I met Meng Fu, a "master" with a mouthful of sweetness, with a well-behaved face, pinched his back and shoulders. It was the first time that President Yan, who has been rigorous for many years, met such a person. Come down.

  Go ahead, make money if you want to make money.

  He said, "I'll help you correct this."

   "Thank you, teacher," Meng Fu squeezed his shoulders more diligently, "I was scolded for this painting. I don't know the so-called, but you have the insight."

  400,000.

"I don't know what to say?" President Yan twisted his eyebrows. Although Meng Fu's paintings have some obscure traces, these can be completely ignored, because this painting is full of vigor and bones in the ink: "Your painting has bones and bones. It’s rare, how can you say that you don’t know what your paintings are? Don’t listen to these words. You are very talented. When your brother started to learn painting, his aura was not as good as you."

  Anyone who understands painting knows the aura of Meng Fu’s painting, even she can’t even look at it, so how high a vision does the other party have?

  The president of the Beijing Painting Association, dare not say this.

   is mostly half-blind, who does not know how to paint, and has delayed Meng Fu for so many years in vain.

  Hearing what Chairman Yan said, Meng Fu couldn't help touching his nose, and didn't dare to say anything.

  After the two discussed, Meng Fu personally sent the teacher off.

"Your security just didn't let me drive in," Chairman Yan's car was not downstairs, he explained to Meng Fu, "I was in a hurry, so I asked someone to park the car outside the gate, you are alone, don't send it. I am, I will go out by myself."

  This community is a bit dark and there are still few people. It seems that the lights have not been changed for a long time, and it is too dark. Chairman Yan insisted not to let Meng Fu send himself out.

  As soon as Meng Fu sent him down, he refused.

  Meng Fu didn't say anything this time, but stood still and watched Chairman Yan leave.

  Waiting to see President Yan no longer, Meng Fu dragged his slippers and walked to the security guard at the door. The window was half open. Meng Fu reached out and knocked on the window.

  The security guard was drowsy, and he suddenly became awake when he heard the sound.

  Looking at the people standing outside the window, he stood up with a "teng": "Meng Mengmeng...Miss Meng."

   "Don't panic," Meng Fu raised his hand, pointed to the direction that President Yan had just gone out, and said unhurriedly: "The person who just went out is my respected Master. You will respect him in the future."

  "Your Master?" The security guard stared, his complexion changed, and he shook his words as if he was about to cry: "Yes, yes..."

   "Okay," Meng Fu cut his ear, "You can remember it in the future."

  The security guard bowed to her, "Don't worry. I must remember!"

  Meng Fu turned around, walked back, and waved his hand at random to express understanding.

  After Meng Fu left, the security hurriedly adjusted the monitoring, called out President Yan’s face, a respectful screenshot, and then saved it.

  **

  Here, Chairman Yan returned to the car.

  His expression is the same as before, but the driver can see that he is much happier than before.

  The driver had some accidents.

  Chairman Yan got into the car, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the contact, made a call, and was picked up as soon as the phone rang.

  There was a very gentle voice on the other side of the phone, "Teacher."

   "Yeah," Chairman Yan said, his tone was very flat, "Xi Yuan, I just accepted a junior sister for you."

  The person on the opposite side should have been flipping through the book. Hearing President Yan’s words, he paused and was very surprised: "Little Junior Sister?"

   "Well, very talented." Chairman Yan's tone eased a lot.

The teacher said that he was very talented. He Xiyuan knew that this little junior girl should be very good. He went through the more talented young students recently, and he failed to get the number right. "Then you go back to Beijing, I will arrange the collection. Dadian."

  Chairman Yan has not shown the mountains or leaks in these years, but he is almost one person in the art association. There are countless people who want to worship under his name. He Xiyuan has only been accepted for so many years.

  This time he accepted another apprentice, and He Xiyuan naturally wanted to help his teacher do this.

  His little junior sister must have the noodles, at least not lose to the president’s apprentice.

   "This is not necessary, not for the time being." Chairman Yan shook his head.

  He Xiyuan got up and walked out the door, "Why?"

  "You little junior girl, can't show up. I reported to her for this youth competition. She also used her stage name." Chairman Yan turned to the car window, the lights were bright outside, and the traffic was busy.

  Can't show up?

  Is the stage name used?

  Nowadays, people in the Art Association almost don’t use stage names, they all use their real names. Unless they are too shabby, they don’t mind showing their names.

  After all, this is also a face-seeking world.

  This little junior girl is unwilling to show up or reveal her real name.

  He Xiyuan's painting circle is booming again, with countless fans. Although he is a very talented figure, part of the reason is because he looks good and is called "Young Master Xiyuan" in the circle.

  He Xiyuan understood very well and did not ask Chairman Yan the reason, "Then I will wait for your notice."

   "Well," Chairman Yan nodded, he retracted his gaze from outside, and said: "I will push your junior sister to you, you know her."

  He originally wanted to recommend He Xiyuan to Meng Fu, but now he has a little apprentice——

  Where is the brother waiting for the younger sister to add it?

  **

  Meng Fu returned home, took another bottle of beer in the refrigerator, took the beer to the study, and continued to study his new medicine.

  As soon as she sat on the chair and pulled the tab, the phone turned on.

   is a WeChat message.

  Meng Fu clicked and opened it, and it was a friend application——

   [Hello, junior sister, I am your brother He Xiyuan. 】

  Meng Fu knew that this was her senior, she agreed, and filled in the "system remarks name", and replied casually——

   [Hello, brother, I’m Meng Fu, the apprentice just accepted by Master. 】

  Then continue to research.

  WeChat "ding\'".

  Meng Fuman casually turned his head and looked at it. It was news from her brother.

  【He Xiyuan transfers money to you 88888】

  Thinking that money is too tacky, He Xiyuan added: [Little Junior Sister, this time is too in a hurry, when you come to the capital later, I will give other meeting gifts. 】

  Meng Fu had a meal with the medicine powder in his hand.

  She counted the numbers, looked at the five eights, did not immediately point, and replied--

  【Brother, I also prepared a meeting ceremony for you. You can give me the address and I will send it to you. 】

  He Xiyuan: [Little Junior Sister, you don’t have to give me a meeting ceremony. 】

  【Brother, you must accept it. 】

  He Xiyuan has a headache. The little sister Qian has confiscated it. He Xiyuan couldn’t help holding her mobile phone and turned from upstairs. The corridor is decorated in European style. He saw a housekeeper passing by in Qianmian. He directly raised his hand and said, "Wait."

  "Young Master?" The butler stopped.

  He Xiyuan asked, "Can I receive express delivery at home?"

  He has never bought anything online. All expenses are arranged by the servants. On weekdays, the things that others give him are personally delivered to him, or given to him through Hejia. I don’t know if they can be delivered by the courier where they live.

   "There is a delivery point at the entrance of the park," the butler replied respectfully, "What do you need, I will get it back for you?"

"No, my master accepted a junior sister for me." He Xiyuan asked about the delivery location, then took the mobile phone and went back to the junior sister. He couldn't help but laughed when he heard the question from the housekeeper. "My junior sister , Send me a meeting gift."

   "Old Yan accepts apprentices?" The butler caught the point, and there was another movement from the Art Association.

   Yan Lao’s apprentice is still He Xiyuan’s younger sister.

  Is she still not allowed to walk sideways in the painting association?

  He Xiyuan nodded, "However, the news is still blocked. I will talk about it when my younger sister comes to the capital."

"She's not from the capital?" The butler got to the point. When he heard this, he looked at He Xiyuan. He seemed to pause before speaking with disapproval: "Master, you don't need anything. It stands to reason that you should give it. Your sister-in-law is ready to meet up."

  Is there a little junior sister giving the senior brother a meeting ceremony?

  Especially when He Xiyuan still lacks nothing.

   Hearing the housekeeper’s words, He Xiyuan only shook his head, laughed, and did not explain: "Thank you, please help me pay attention recently. What do the girls like in the 17th and 8th, please prepare for me."

When He Xiyuan said this, the butler was surprised. He reminded himself that he was naturally not a common grade. But when he thought about this as the only second student of the old man, or a female one, he was not surprised: "Okay, I'll find it. News from the recent auction house."

  Here, Meng Fu continued and saw that the brother returned the news.

  Only click to confirm the payment.

  Meng Fu watched WeChat's pocket money change to 88888.

  She read the news, then clicked on He Xiyuan’s data, and changed the system remarks from [He Xiyuan] to [He Xiyuan]——

  【Thank you brother】

  【Happy.jpg】

  He brother: [Junior sister doesn’t need to send me anything, I don’t need anything. 】

  Meng Fu finished sending out the chair, stood up, walked to the box in the corner, and on the box was the spices she prepared for Director Xu. The medicinal materials she bought this time were enough, except for Director Xu, there was a little left.

  Meng Fu stood by the box and looked at it.

  He Xiyuan said that he lacked nothing, and Meng Fu knew that his family background should be unusual.

  She touched her chin and looked at the spice. After thinking about it for about three minutes, she picked up a black box and packed it up, and sent it to He Xiyuan tomorrow.

  (End of this chapter)