There are many people in the main entrance of the General Painting Association. When she contacted Yan Langfeng, the other party had already told her about this.

Give her a back door address.

Compared with the main entrance, there is almost no one or a guard at the back door, so you can only use the access card to enter.

Meng Fu opened the car door and asked Mr. Jiang to get out of the car. Listening to Mr. Jiang's words, she was silent for a moment: "...maybe."

Mr. Jiang got out of the car with a crutch. Hearing this, he just looked at Meng Fu suspiciously, not very understanding what Meng Fu's words meant by "maybe".

The driver also hurriedly came out of the driver's seat and followed the two of them.

The back door of the Painting Association is a fence-style iron gate. It is usually a place where logistics personnel pass through. Too many people gather on the main entrance inside, and occasionally only one car passes by the back door.

There was a cement road inside, and no one was seen on the road.

Mr. Jiang looked up and saw that no one appeared at the end of the road. He turned his eyes to Meng Fu, hesitating: "Is your master from the Painting Association? Is he not in your village?"

He saw Meng Fu's variety show from the beginning and ended, and naturally knew that there was an episode of the best idol that Meng Fu mentioned her master.

At that time, Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu had a master in Wanmin Village.

"That's not, I've found another master." Meng Fu's eyes looked good. She stood up straight when she saw someone coming at the end of the road.

"Have he not come out yet?" Mr. Jiang continued to look into the back door.

At this time, he and the driver could see someone coming at the end of the road.

Mr. Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu if that was her teacher. When he saw the man in the leader wearing a long gown, he was not angry and was followed by several respectful subordinates, Mr. Jiang didn't ask.

Mr. Jiang is involved in business. Although he has something to do with the Yu family, he does not know anyone from the Painting Association, and he has never entered the Painting Association.

However, this does not prevent Mr. Jiang from looking at people. The person in the leader looks like Yu Yong is not comparable to Yu Yong in terms of momentum, at least at the same level as Yu Yong.

"You drive the car aside," Mr. Jiang said to the driver, "Don't block the other people's way."

There was no one at the intersection just now, so the driver parked the car by the door. Now that someone is out, it is not suitable for the car to park here.

The driver also knew that, he nodded, took the car key and turned back to move the car.

Inside the door.

Yan Langfeng walked in front, followed by two people holding laptops, and three people from the T City Association behind him.

He was reminding the two people around him that these two were his assistants. Now he was mainly talking about the speech that I gave later. "As for the outline I made, I also teach you about those videos and speeches on weekdays. When encountering an emergency, I will connect with me."

Although these two assistants are not Yan Langfeng's apprentices, they also learned a lot from Yan Langfeng.

The status of the Beijing Association is higher than that of other teachers.

In recent years, when Yan Langfeng did not come to T City, his assistant held a meeting for him. Their status in T City Painting Association is comparable to that of the vice president.

Now Yan Langfeng is leaving, and these two assistants are naturally on the way.

The group walked with wind and was very powerful, and the corners of Yan Langfeng's robe were brought up.

When they were about to reach the door, the person following him quickly trotted out and took out the access card and opened the door.

"That's all. At that time, the order on the scene will be maintained. Ask the city lord to find a team of people to maintain order." Yan Langfeng told the people around him while forgetting to walk outside the door.

With his eyes, Mr. Jiang could naturally see that the people in this group were extraordinary. He saw Meng Fu standing still, and then held a crutch in one hand and pulled Meng Fu's arm aside with the other, and pulled her aside with the correct expression and lowered his voice, "Fu'er, these people should be senior leaders of the Painting Association, don't block the way."

The two of them were originally standing in the middle of the door, but were pulled and pulled by Mr. Jiang and walked to the edge of the road.

When she was outside, Meng Fu wore a hat. When she heard Mr. Jiang's words, she didn't say anything.

The driver parked the car at the intersection and trotted over.

After seeing Yan Langfeng's pedestrian out of the door, he did not continue walking forward, but stopped at the door to talk.

"Master, that's the director of the Cultural Bureau..." The driver saw the face of the man holding the access card behind Yan Langfeng, and couldn't help but pause, and said in Mr. Jiang's ear in a low voice.

The driver of the Jiang family came to the Drawing Association to take over the people more than once.

As I came here many times, I knew that several vice presidents of the Painting Association, one of which was the director of the Cultural Bureau.

Mr. Jiang, based on the principle of respecting strangers, did not look at him carefully. When he heard the driver's words, he took a casual look.

Director of T City Cultural Bureau, local news and newspapers often appear in T City. Although Mr. Jiang has no contact with the Cultural Bureau, he reads news and newspapers every day.

He narrowed his eyes and the man appeared in the Painting Association. The driver said that he was the director of the Culture Bureau, and Mr. Jiang had no doubts at all.

Thinking about the director of the Cultural Bureau just now trotted to open the door to the front one, Mr. Jiang signaled the driver to the driver, then pulled Meng Fu and took a step back.

It can open the door for the Cultural Bureau.

Mr. Jiang had a lot of plans. In addition to the city lord of T City and the president of the Painting Association from the capital, there was no third one in T City.

Mr. Jiang looked stern.

Although the Jiang family is one of the best wealthy families in T City, they are just "wealthy families". Unlike these "powerful people", these people may determine the life and death of a wealthy family as soon as they speak.

"Let's talk when they leave." Old Master Jiang turned his head and whispered in Meng Fu's ear.

**

"That's it, you guys go back." Yan Langfeng said to the people around him, then waved his hand and asked them to go back.

He looked up and looked around and saw three people huddled in the corner of the door. Although Meng Fu was wearing a baseball cap, Yan Langfeng could recognize her at a glance.

He raised his eyebrows, waved his hand at the people around him, signaled them to leave, then raised his foot and walked directly towards Meng Fu.

"Didn't you say you don't want to learn painting?" Mr. Jiang turned his head and asked Meng Fu.

The driver, beside him, didn't know what he saw, and for the first time he was bold and poked Mr. Jiang's arm: "Old... Master..."

"What?" Mr. Jiang turned his head and looked at the driver's gaze.

I saw the man walking in front of the Cultural Bureau walking towards them. His face looked a little old, his eyes were muddy but sharp, and his hands were behind him, looking very imposing.

The other party's purpose was very clear, and he was to come to them.

Mr. Jiang didn't know what he thought of, so he suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Fu.

This guy won't...

He was thinking that Meng Fu had already taken off his hat and stood up straight. She was not surprised. She just waved to Yan Langfeng very often and said hello: "Teacher, are you finished doing this?"

"Well," Yan Langfeng smiled when he saw Meng Fu, and his eyes naturally turned on the old man beside Meng Fu, "This one is..."

"This is my grandfather," Meng Fu pointed at Mr. Jiang and introduced it, and then said to Mr. Jiang, "Grandpa, this is the master I worshiped some time ago. He taught me to draw."

Yan Langfeng also guessed the identity of the old man in front of him, and was not surprised, but stretched out his hand kindly, "Hello, Mr. Jiang, I am Meng Fu's master, Yan Langfeng."

Yan Langfeng.

Most people have never heard of this name from the Painting Association and T City.

But most people have heard the three words "President Yan".

At least Mr. Jiang has heard Yu Yong mention "President Yan" more than once.

Before, Mr. Jiang was speculating that there was no other person except President Yan who could accompany the director of the Culture Bureau in the sect.

Mr. Jiang and the driver stood beside the two of them. As they listened to their words, their minds exploded instantly.

Mr. Jiang has been in the mall for many years and has experienced countless ups and downs. He can suppress Meng Fu's MS perfume incident last time.

This was the first time, he felt like he was hit by five thunders, and his mind was hushed and he couldn't react for a moment.

Because no matter what he thinks, he will not be able to think of President Yan's head.

The Yu family has been struggling for decades, and Yu Yongcai has reached the stage of Vice-Chairman of T City, but his status is still far from President Yan's identity.

Although Mr. Jiang had thought about letting Meng Fu worship Yu Yong as his teacher before, she would be more artistic.

But Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan knew in his heart that he saw Meng Fu always bringing filters to let Yu Yong accept Meng Fu as his disciple, and he also hoped that Yu Yong would agree to Meng Fu as his daughter.

After all, Jiang Xinran has been learning painting since elementary school, but Meng Fu has never learned it.

Meng Fu worshipped Yu Yongdu in a dangerous situation. Mr. Jiang never dared to think about it. She worshipped a teacher, and this teacher was Yan Langfeng.

Not to mention Mr. Jiang, even the drivers around him know what this matter means.

President Yan’s apprentice, even if he is in the capital, does not dare to underestimate him.

The three words "President Yan" are the best signs. Not to mention the future, just now, the five words "President Yan's apprentice" are enough to suppress Yu Yong's head!

Mr. Jiang felt a little dizzy. He looked at Yan Langfeng's hand stretching out and felt a little unreal.

He also stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his voice seemed to be floating: "Hello, I am Meng Fu's grandfather..."

**

Jiang Family.

After Mr. Jiang left, Yu Zhenling came back. When she saw Mr. Jiang was not at home, she entertained Yang Hua.

"These are all Xinran's things," Yu Zhenling took Yang Hua to Jiang Xinran's room, and then took her to Jiang Xinran's painting room. "The paintings on this are all painted by Xinran."

Yu Zhenling pointed to the painting hanging around and spoke lightly.

Yang Hua took a look.

She doesn't know how to draw, but she has seen many paintings, and the paintings are not as good as Master Meng Fu's.
To be continued...