Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 218 218 Old Yan brought a big man to Meng Fu to attend the press conference, her teacher is not easy

  Meng Fu knew the cause and effect when he heard it.

  A few months ago, after seeing her painting, Yan Langfeng told her that she would put her painting in the library of T City.

Freehand painting is highly regarded in modern and contemporary times, but there are very few people who follow first-class freehand painting, and even fewer can achieve results, because freehand painting pays attention to spirit and shape, and to achieve results, certain talents are required.

  Meng Fu’s paintings are not the same as other freehand paintings of the Painting Association, but are more inclined to the style of ancient freehand masters. This kind of style cannot be practiced overnight.

  After confirming Meng Fu’s age, Yan Langfeng only used the phrase "God to appreciate rice" to describe the natural style of Meng Fu.

  The lower four floors of the library are all for students to see. After he put the paintings there, the members of the T City Art Association developed a freehand style with dry wood.

  So after the show was broadcast, Meng Fu's words "I painted" and "original" caught the attention of several people who knew the painting.

  Most of these artists are the same as Yu Yong, more or less aloof, and are very angry at Meng Fu's practice of "plagiarizing" and "establishing people."

  Especially these years, artists are relatively inferior in the eyes of other industries, and there is a saying that often appears on the Internet-"Now anyone can be a star."

  Meng Fu has been on fire recently, waiting for her to make mistakes with a bunch of opponents, this time this incident, countless people will come to step on it.

In order to protect Mengfu, the people of Shengyu must hold a press conference to publicly apologize to minimize the impact, but even if it is minimized, it will still have a relatively large impact on Mengfu.

  Even the stock price of Shengyu has fluctuated.

Shengyu’s public relations and senior executives were so busy about this matter. Hearing Meng Fu’s words, Manager Sheng nodded, and while contacting the public relations department with his mobile phone to hold a press conference, he said: "Then you can draw it naturally. Can't be called copy..."

Halfway through the conversation, he seemed to react and looked up, "You, you mean... the library of the T City Painting Association...yes, did you paint it?"

  The deputy general manager and the secretary who walked to the door didn't want to hear what Meng Fu said, their feet were misplaced, and they almost tripped over.

  Meng Fu listened to the sound of the milk carton being thrown into the trash can, and yawned indifferently: "I drew it years ago. My teacher put it in the library four months ago."

  She was calm and drowsy from start to finish, leaning on the back of her chair, and looked drowsy, but what she said was not a joke at all.

"How do you prove that you painted it? Does the art association have a record?" The vice president who wanted to leave heard Meng Fu's painting, and then turned back. "You have to think clearly, this is the art association, and you lied to them. Demolition is easy, and our Shengyu stocks have fallen several points because of this."

   "If you have proof, you can get it out at the press conference at three in the afternoon, it's best."

  He looked at Meng Fu, his eyes were dark, his expression was serious, he did not have the anger and coldness he had just now, but his expression management was very good, giving people an unpredictable feeling.

  For a time, people can't tell whether the deputy always believes in Meng Fu or does not believe in Meng Fu.

   "I don't know, wait, I'll ask my teacher." Meng Fu took out his cell phone and called Yan Langfeng on WeChat.

   didn't make a second sound, Yan Langfeng answered. On the other side of the phone, he put down his teacup and raised his eyebrows: "Teacher, don't tell me you don't want to be a judge of the exhibition."

"That's not it," Meng Fu thought about it, then turned on the hands-free, and told him about the dead wood map. "So I want to prove that the picture is mine. You ask the people in City T to issue a certificate to him. I will use it for the afternoon press conference."

"There is such a thing?" Yan Langfeng squinted slightly, he got up, walked to the window, and looked down at the time on his watch: "Those fools on the Internet, even if you prove that they don't believe it, when do you hold a press conference? ?"

   "Three o'clock." Meng Fu replied.

   "Three o'clock? It's too late," Yan Langfeng raised his eyebrows, "Let's let Xiao Shen come to your press conference."

  Meng Fu nodded, "That's also very convenient."

   After she finished speaking, Yan Langfeng knew that there was nothing else, and she did not refuse to be a judge, so she started to complain, "Look, there is nothing fun in the entertainment industry, except for the use of guns and sprays. It is better for the painting association..."

   "Teacher, if it's okay," Meng Fu knew, and if we continue to talk, her teacher will tell her to give up the entertainment circle and return to the Art Association, "I'll hang up first, I'm too tired recently."

  "Then you have a good rest, don't be tired..." Yan Langfeng told Meng Fu again before hanging up the phone.

  Meng Fu waited for Yan Langfeng to hang up, then looked up at the vice president and then at Manager Sheng, "It should be okay now?"

Although a few people didn’t know who the teacher was on Meng Fu’s phone call, they could understand what Meng Fu’s random sentence was when he heard the conversation between the two and what kind of "judges." The teacher of the brush is not simple.

  The vice president looked at Meng Fu, and changed his previous attitude, his expression became much more relaxed, "Meng Fu, is Xiao Shen from the T City Painting Association just mentioned by your teacher?"

   "Of course." Meng Fu nodded.

"That's good, see you are tired, just go back to rest, at 2:30 in the afternoon, come downstairs in the company, we will have a press conference on time at 3 o'clock." The vice president continued to smile, and then turned his head to ask the secretary to send Meng Fu. Go downstairs.

The vice president and manager Sheng Yi Tong sent Meng Fu to the elevator. When the elevator door was closed, the vice president couldn't help but look at Manager Sheng: "Meng Fu can still paint Chinese? Who is she from the Painting Association? Why not? See you have done marketing?"

  (End of this chapter)