Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 205 205 is very face-slapped, someone wants to grab an apprentice from President Yan

  This short episode is set by the program group in order to improve the viewing point of the program.

  The scenic spot originally had such a place, and the program group asked the guests to practice seven days in advance for this highlight.

  Xi Nancheng, Ye Shu, Ning Chuyue, these people all practiced before recording this issue.

  Especially Ye Shuning. Her online reviews were originally "student masters". For this issue, she specially asked a teacher to teach her the basic skills of Chinese painting.

  One week, it is difficult to learn Chinese painting, but it is much easier to draw a simple painting.

  Ye Shuning just strives to paint like.

  They all have a week of preparations, so they are handy to draw, but from the fact that the program team wants to change the location and Meng Fu first thought that he was in the "wild mountain city", Meng Fu was absolutely unprepared.

  Unprepared, and never studied Chinese painting, Meng Fu may not be able to write with a pen.

   Ye Shuning only showed this look.

  She thought lightly, lowered her head seriously and started painting.

   On the contrary, Xi Nancheng beside Ye Shuning couldn't help but look up at Meng Fu, frowning slightly. He remembered that Meng Fu reasoned about the chessboard when he went to participate in "A Day of a Star" as a guest last time.

  Thinking of this, he felt a little surprised in his heart. Can Meng Fu paint Chinese painting?

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  Beside Meng Fu, Chu Yue pressed her lips.

  The time she spends with Meng Fu is not too short, she naturally knows whether the other party will paint.

  I don’t know Chinese painting in the entertainment circle, but it’s not a big deal.

  But in this show, the five of them have been trained in advance, and Chu Yue believes that not only her, but several others have also learned.

  Of course, they won't draw so well this week, but it won't be too bad.

  There is always a contrast in things. All five of them painted so-so, but Meng Fu did not paint at all. When the show was broadcast, Chu Yue could think of how netizens would be black Meng Fu.

  Chu Yue lowered her eyes, holding back her anger, and took a few pens from the pen holder in the middle to Meng Fu.

  In various details of traditional Chinese painting, a variety of pens are needed.

  Meng Fu looked at the pen that Chu Yue handed over, and only drew a medium-sized wolf pen from the middle.

   "This pen will do." She spoke lightly.

  "Only this one?" Chu Yue was taken aback.

  Meng Fu looked at this pen and was quite surprised. The quality of this pen is pretty good, but it's not like a pen that someone in the old street can easily take out: "One is enough."

  She returned to Chu Yue.

  Chu Yue glanced at Meng Fu, and saw that she was sure that she only needed a pen to say nothing more.

   "You paint first, I will watch you paint." Meng Fu picked up his pen and watched Chu Yue let her paint first.

  Not far away, Chu Yue, who had been listening to Meng Fu's words, almost didn't laugh.

   And Xi Nancheng next to her, hearing that Meng Fu only needs a pen, he directly retracted his gaze.

The stall owner set up a long table in total. Knowing that Meng Fu and the others have six people, they set up a long line of drawing papers, from left to right are Ye Shuning, Xi Nancheng, Gan Wang, Liu Yunhao, and Chu Yue. , Meng Fu.

  The long table is made up of six tables, and there is enough space for six people to draw.

  In front of the table, a middle-aged foreign man wearing a straw hat sat calmly on a chair, holding a book of traditional Chinese paintings in his hand.

  The cover of this book is black, with a black swirl in the lower left corner.

  The six stars in front of him can be considered important in the entertainment industry, but he didn't even lift his head, and he still looked through the classics without hesitation. He looked like a worldly expert.

  **

  Backstage of the program group.

The director’s face was also dark. At this time, he specifically found Zhao Fan, apologized to her, and promised her: "Sister Fan, I promise you that when the show is broadcast, Ms. Meng’s paintings will not be released. When editing, we skimmed through this section as much as possible."

  In the crowd, Zhao Fan really watched the recording of the show with a thermos in her hand. When she heard the director's words, she couldn't help but tilt her head and was very surprised: "Cut it off?"

   "Hmm." The director nodded.

  This episode of the program failed to give Meng Fu a hit. He was a little disappointed, but no matter how disappointed he did not want to offend Meng Fu, he would not release this episode.

  Humanity in the entertainment industry is also important, not to mention Meng Fu's unlimited potential.

  If there is a chance in the future, will Meng Fu still remember him?

  In short, the director is not as stupid as Xi Nancheng, he will not offend anyone casually.

  "You can figure it out by yourself when the time comes. It doesn't matter if you cut it or not." After listening, Zhao Fan smiled at him.

  The director looked at Zhao Fan’s smile. He didn't quite understand what she meant, but he was relieved to see that she seemed to be innocent and blamed their program group.

Then continue the cue process with the trumpet, "Six guests, after finishing the painting, give the painting to the boss for appraisal. This boss only accepts the best painting among the six of you, and he will calculate the price with the quality of the drama. Money is all your funds for the next two days and one night."

  This is the setting of the program.

   Listening to the director’s words, Gan Wang finished the last stroke, then dried the painting and walked to the front of the foreign boss, very polite: "excuseme..."

  The foreign boss raised his eyes: "Talking to others."

   Ganwang: "..."

   Gan Wang touched his nose, "Boss, you see that I have finished drawing."

  The boss raised his head and glanced at his painting. It is a bamboo forest picture. The frame and rendering are not enough. Obviously, he is a novice. Obviously, he directly applied to the work.

  "You shouldn't be a painter, right?" The boss asked.

   Gan Wang touched the back of his head: "I am from the acting department."

   "That's good." The boss nodded, then continued to lower his head to turn over a page.

   Ganwang: "..."

  The photographer gave his painting a close-up.

  Behind him, Liu Yunhao laughed "haha", then squeezed Gan Wang aside, "Master, look at me? I have loved painting since I was a child!"

  The foreign middle-aged man glanced at Liu Yunhao’s paintings, and then looked at Liu Yunhao earnestly: “It’s a good thing to like painting, but you can’t force it. You still have a chance in your next life. Don’t give up.”

  Liu Yunhao: "……"

   "Puff." Behind him, Gan Wang cracked a smile.

  The photographer couldn't help but laugh.

  Everyone seems to understand why the program group will arrange this teacher, it is really poisonous.

  Xi Nancheng finished the painting, and he walked over and handed the painting to the foreign man.

  Xi Nancheng has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and before recording this issue, he specifically sought out Sheng Jun to learn from it.

  The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the content of Xi Nancheng's painting. This is a Clivia painting with three colors of blooming in it, and he nodded slightly, "It looks like a painting. If you buy it, it costs 500."

  It looks like a painting, needless to say, it was sprayed too.

  The master later gave Chu Yue a higher evaluation than Liu Yunhao’s few others, “This painting can see people a little bit, it’s almost 500.”

This is what    said, but the middle-aged man also glanced at it and continued to look down at the book.

  From Ganwang to Chu Yue, almost no one can make this middle-aged man look at the painting for more than two seconds.

  Gan Wang looked at the middle-aged man, and then cried to Liu Yunhao: "Is the painting of both of us the type that we don’t want to give him for nothing?"

   "Five hundred yuan, plus one hundred for each of us," Gan Wang settled, "One thousand and one, save a little bit, are we enough?"

  Xi Nancheng looked surprised at Chu Yue's paintings.

   At the moment, there are still Meng Fu and Ye Shuning left, and he directly looks back at Ye Shuning next to him, "Shuning, are you alright? Let the master see."

   "It's finished." Ye Shuning painted more delicately than others. He just finished painting and dried the painting carefully, then picked it up and walked here.

  When she lifted it up, Xi Nancheng also saw Ye Shuning's painting and was slightly taken aback.

  Ye Shuning drew a picture of a prawn, with prawns and stones. The whole layout is very comfortable and the whole prawn body is very flexible. .

  It can be seen that she should have done her homework very carefully before, and she painted so well within a week.

  Xi Nancheng's eyes brightened, and then he sighed sincerely: "You painted really well."

Hearing the voice of Xi Nancheng, Gan Wang and Liu Yunhao, who were beaten, went around to look at Ye Shuning. The two did not know how to paint, but they could still tell if they did not paint like they looked like Ye Shuning. For this painting, they exaggeratedly said: "This painting is also too good. Did you paint from elementary school?"

  Ye Shuning has always been a lonely character. Hearing these compliments, he only smiled lightly: "It's not a big deal, it's far worse than the master's painting."

   is all complimenting Ye Shuning's paintings, and the program team also directly cut the close-up shots of Ye Shuning's paintings and gave a close-up.

  Liu Yunhao looked at the master directly, and said excitedly: "Master, look at this painting, will it be better than that of Teacher Xi and Chu Yue?"

  The middle-aged foreign man raised his head from the book, and when he saw this picture of the shrimp, he nodded slightly, “It’s okay, it’s a bit of a craftsmanship, 1200 yuan.”

  1200?

   700 yuan more than Chu Yue and Xi Nancheng’s 500!

  Xi Nancheng also felt that Ye Shuning painted well, but he was not professional after all. At this time, listening to the words of a middle-aged foreign man, he also looked at Ye Shuning, very surprised: "You still paint?"

  "I fumbled it casually." Ye Shuning smiled faintly, and didn't care too much.

  Beside her, Liu Yunhao looked at Ye Shuning excitedly, "Sunning, 1200! You killed us!"

"Two days and one night, we don't have to save so much. At night, ask me if I can eat roast duck?" Gan Wang also nodded frantically, "You are too powerful, the boss almost poisoned all of us, so there is no poisonous tongue for you, Shuning Worship you!"

   Ye Shuning smiled, "If you want to eat roast duck, of course you can."

   Gan Wang's eyes lit up, and then looked at Meng Fu who was still standing there, cue her: "Meng Fu, do you eat roast duck tonight?"

  Meng Fugang put down his pen, heard the words, leaned on the table, raised his eyebrows, "I can do it."

   "Sell this painting then?" The middle-aged man faintly raised the prawn picture in his hand, "If it's okay, I'll take the money."

   As he said, he turned slightly and opened a small drawer in the closet beside him, asking him to take out 1,200 yuan.

  These people, including Ye Shuning himself, are very sure that the boss will only buy Ye Shuning's paintings this time.

  Ye Shuning watched the boss count the money, smiled faintly, and his expression was pale, "Boss, there is still a picture you haven't seen."

  As soon as this sentence came out, the lively scene was quiet.

  As for Meng Fu, the artists and staff present know well.

  Like Liu Yunhao and Gan Wang, they have been poisoned, and now Meng Fu...

Gan Wang coughed, and said to Meng Fu, "Meng Fu, come over and show the master." After that, Gan Wang said to the master very painstakingly, "Master, this sister has never learned to paint, please be gentle. spray."

  Liu Yunhao nodded, he watched Meng Fu walk over, and gave Meng Fu a vaccination, lowering his voice: "Oh, I told you, how did the master spray me just now..."

  Meng Fu casually took his own simple painting, heard the words, looked down at Liu Yunhao's painting, fell silent for a while, then raised his head: "...the painting he painted makes sense."

  After speaking, Meng Fu patted Liu Yunhao on the shoulder, "Come on."

  I also wanted to comfort Meng Fu’s Liu Yunhao. He took Meng Fu’s painting and opened it respectfully to the master: "Master, you spray hard, I will never stop you."

   Liu Yunhao's side, Ye Shuning didn't even look at Meng Fu, only a little gaze away.

  Ears are paying attention to the master's voice.

   Next to her, Xi Nancheng is holding a mobile phone to check the next itinerary. He is the captain of this show, and there are more things than the other members.

  While checking the map, he discussed with Ye Shuning, but did not look at Meng Fu.

  The master still had money in his hand, and saw Liu Yunhao's unfolding painting. As before, he didn't pick up, only raised his head faintly.

   When he glanced at the painting in Liu Yunhao's hand, the blue eyes suddenly stopped.

  He stared at the painting for about five seconds, then reacted abruptly, got up directly from the chair, took the painting in Liu Yunhao's hand, and looked down carefully.

  Waiting for how the master would spray this time, Liu Yunhao watched the master draw the painting from his hand.

   He tilted his head, looking stiffly at Gan Wang beside him, and then at Chu Yue on the opposite side, his eyes full of questions——

How is this going?

  "Da, Master?" Gan Wang asked cautiously.

  Master hasn’t spoken, and his reaction is different. Before he came to a conclusion within two or three seconds. Ye Shuning, who had been waiting for his reaction, couldn’t hold back, and looked up in astonishment.

When she raised her head, the foreign middle-aged man also reacted, his face also did not look like an unpredictable outsider, and looked at Xiang Meng Fu intently: "Do you want to be my disciple? I will teach you. Learn to paint, you are guaranteed to get the federal A-level exhibition within three years!"

  As soon as this sentence came out, the cautious voices of Gan Wang and Liu Yunhao disappeared in an instant.

  Three question marks slowly appeared on Chu Yue's head.

The group of   photographers was also taken aback.

  The fast-responsive camera has given Meng Fu's painting.

   Xi Nancheng, who looked down at the phone and checked the map, also tightened his hands, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Meng Fu.

  These people don't know the level of the Federal A-level tournament, but as long as the Federation is involved, it is not something ordinary people can interfere with, at least it is a professional level.

  Who is this middle-aged man who set up a stall?

  All the people on the scene involuntarily looked at Meng Fu's direction, waiting for her reply.

  Under all the gazes, Meng Fu finally spoke up——

  "Master, how much is this painting?"

  The foreign middle-aged man looked at Meng Fu, his gaze was not instant, “The subject of this painting is simple, because you are not well-known now, I can only give you one hundred thousand.”

   "Is this one hundred thousand?" Meng Fu was startled.

  This is much simpler than the painting she gave to Chairman Yan. It can also be 100,000?

  The foreign middle-aged man thought she was dissatisfied, and quickly said: "200,000 is also OK, if you are not satisfied..."

  Meng Fu hurriedly said: "No, I am satisfied, very satisfied, one hundred thousand will be fine, one price!"

   "So you be my apprentice, I teach you how to paint, three years in the Federal Exhibition, more promising than your development in the entertainment industry, don't waste your potential." The middle-aged man looked at Meng Fu again.

   "Ah, no, I already have a teacher." Meng Fu was still thinking about his 100,000, "Do you think it is cash or card?"

The middle-aged man was not on the same channel with her. He didn't care when he heard that Meng Fu had a teacher. He only looked up and introduced himself to Meng Fu: "I am the teacher of the Beijing Painting Association, Albert. This is my badge of identity. "

As he said, he fetched a black swirling logo with a blue "A" on it from his pocket, then put it on his chest, and said to Meng Fu again: "I will send you to the Federal Art Exhibition in three years. It’s no joke. You have a teacher and it’s okay. If you let him come, I can also take him."

   Beijing Art Association, mysterious and unknown.

  One of the four associations of the capital, its status is equivalent to that of the hidden family in the capital!

  Most people, including Xi Nancheng and the director, only hear the name of the art association.

  They don’t know what the A-level teacher of the Art Association means.

  Just as soon as Albert finished speaking, no one at the scene dared to speak, and a pin dropped on the ground could be heard.

  The director of the program group held the board and stood among the photographers. After listening, he just remembered something. He lowered his head and tremblingly searched the Capital Painting Association on his mobile phone. Because his fingers were trembling too much, he clicked for several times before successfully clicking on it.

  Click to open the official website and see the five painting association teachers in the first row.

  He put his eyes on the picture of the foreign man in the middle, and underneath it a brief introduction——

  Albert, A-level teacher of Beijing Art Association, member of Federal Art Association.

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  　　 may be gone today, depending on the situation, babies

  (End of this chapter)