Chinese painting emphasizes proficiency and artistic conception. Of course, the most important point is fame.

There are several people in the T-City General Painting Association who are comparable to Jiang Xinran's strength, but because of the lack of Yu Yong's momentum, Jiang Xinran's family was dominant.

When they saw a particularly outstanding painting, they couldn't remember who else except Jiang Xinran.

Several people from the Painting Association moved very quickly and quickly found Yu Yong.

Yu Yong was also shocked when he received the call.

"The president called me, and I still have to bring Xinran?" He had a good connection in the painting association and soon asked the truth from the other people.

After asking, he was surprised and found it strange.

The president is from the Beijing Federation of General Associations. Several people in the Association have already surpassed Yu Yong's own paintings. Although the painting that Jiang Xinran sent to participate in the competition is good, Yu Yong is also a little self-aware and does not think that her painting is more powerful than the monsters in the Beijing Federation of General Associations.

So he was surprised at the reason why the president was so anxious to see him.

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at the same time.

Zhao Fan drove Meng Fu to the hotel.

"I'll talk to you about "A Day of a Star". After you finish eating, call Brother Cheng and he will pick you up." Before Meng Fu got out of the car, Zhao Fan reminded her.

Meng Fu put on sunglasses and nodded vaguely to show that he knew.

Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu was never late, so he had invited Meng Fu to dinner this time and he arrived early.

He also asked Jiang Quan to come too.

Jiang Xinchen was still sitting next to him.

Jiang Xinchen was a little restless. He was forced by Mr. Jiang. After knowing that he had not apologized to Meng Fu, Mr. Jiang bluntly told him to apologize to Meng Fu in person.

Before Meng Fu arrived, when Mr. Jiang was waiting, he remembered the fact that Jiang Quan said that Meng Fu asked him to test DNA before, and his mind moved.

But before he could ask, Meng Fu pushed open the door of the box and came in.

"Fu'er." Seeing Meng Fu come in, Old Master Jiang stood up directly.

Jiang Quan didn't say anything, but just pulled open the chair beside her and asked her to sit down.

Jiang Xinchen didn't dare to look up at Meng Fu.

The menu here was prepared by the old man long ago, and basically it was according to Meng Fu's taste. When he saw Meng Fu, he pushed the menu over and asked Meng Fu to see it.

Meng Fu took it and glanced at the dishes they ordered. The whole process lasted only one second: "No need to add them, just these are enough."

Mr. Jiang saw her reaction and felt a stagnant, and he felt that Meng Fu was still angry.

He turned to Jiang Quan: "Why haven't Zhenling come yet?"

Originally, Mr. Jiang did not intend to let Yu Zhenling come today. When Yu Zhenling heard that they had dinner, she took the initiative to apologize to Meng Fu.

Yu Zhenling was Meng Fu's mother no matter what, and Mr. Jiang hoped that these two people would have no rift, so he agreed without thinking too much.

This point was already their appointment.

Still no Yu Zhenling's figure was seen.

Mr. Jiang looked at Jiang Xinchen and asked him to call Yu Zhenling.

Jiang Xinchen was restless. At this moment, the old man asked him to call him. Finally, he had something to do, so he took out his cell phone and called Yu Zhenling.

Yu Zhenling answered very slowly. When the phone was about to hang up, she finally answered the phone.

"Mom," Jiang Xinchen lowered his voice, "Why haven't you come yet?"

Yu Zhenling was already on the way to the Painting Association and was talking to Jiang Xinran about her paintings. Both of them knew that the president was looking for her. When she heard Jiang Xinchen's words, she was quite perfunctory. Looking at the background that was galloping outside the window, she said hurriedly: "The president of the Painting Association is looking for Xinran. I will accompany Xinran to the Painting Association now. I have no time to go to have a meal. I will say your grandfather."

She has always been very polite. After hanging up the phone, she specially called the old man.

After answering the phone, the old man's eyebrows and eyes were covered with frost.

Jiang Quan sat next to the old man. The old man could not avoid it, so he naturally heard Yu Zhenling's words clearly.

"Let's have dinner," Mr. Jiang's cold face turned to Meng Fu, and changed instantly, "Fu'er, give me a few signature photos first. The daughter of the company manager is your fan..."

The two of them were talking, and Jiang Quan listened on the side, and was also a little surprised. Is the manager's daughter a fan of Meng Fu?

Meng Fu took out two autographed photos to Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Quan took a casual look.

I was just taking a look at it, but I could see the words on the signature photo at a glance. They were not popular art characters, but cursive characters signed with black pen, Yan Jin Liu Gu, Qi [5200     www.bqg5200.biz] were so grand.

"Is this what you wrote?" Jiang Quan was stunned.

"Yes." Meng Fu looked at the table without wine, only tea and milk, and she leaned against the chair.

Not up to the Tao.

Jiang Quan always knew that Meng Fu had not kept up with her early education. When she first entered the entertainment industry, he had heard of her vaguely because of her English.

But I didn't expect that she could write a crazy cursive writing.

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After hanging up the phone.

In the car, Jiang Xinran, who suppressed her excitement, leaned against the car door and turned her eyes to Yu Zhenling, "Mom, if you don't go..."

"Your matter is more important." Yu Zhenling patted Jiang Xinran's hand and signaled her to rest assured.

The status of the Painting Association in T City is irreplaceable. Yu Yong, a vice president, is enough to be as famous as the Jiang family in some aspects, but he and the president still have a little bit of investigation.

Everyone inside knows that the people from the T-City Painting Association Beijing Association are faintly shoulder to shoulder with the T-City City Lord.

The lord of t city is the real overlord.

Such a person suddenly saw Jiang Xinran, and Yu Zhenling could not care about Meng Fu's affairs.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and smiled, and did not speak anymore. She was no less excited than Yu Zhenling.

The car rushed all the way and soon arrived at the General Painting Association of T City.

The gate of the General Association is built in a grand and magnificent manner, and the two stone lions at the door are very old.

The security guard at the gate knew Jiang Xinran's car and let her go when he saw her car.

Yu Yong was waiting for Jiang Xinran under the office building. When the person arrived, he didn't say anything. While taking Jiang Xinran to the middle of the building, he also popularized the President's affairs for Jiang Xinran.

"I've seen him twice," Yu Yong lowered his voice, "He is very powerful. If you can look at him in the back, it will be more useful than you are at the A-level booth..."

Jiang Xinran nodded, she naturally knew about this.

Inside the office.

The president stood by the window with his hands behind his back. When the staff brought Yu Yong and Jiang Xinran in, he turned around and looked at Jiang Xinran with a faint look, "Are you the one who draws the picture? Can you tell me about the artistic conception of painting?"

Yu Yong didn't say anything, and only used his light to signal Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran took a deep breath. These are common problems in painting. She had a draft on the road, and she even talked freely: "When I painted this painting, I had a picture of flowers competing for beauty in my heart, and everything..."

When the president heard the second sentence, his expression became faint. Out of education, he did not interrupt Jiang Xinran, but only glanced at the people around him. The people around him immediately went out, and then took another painting in.

After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, he shook his head and unfolded the painting that the people around him had just taken in: "You are painting this picture of a hundred flowers, right? You are so skillful, and you have less spiritual energy."

He put the painting aside and opened another box, "I'm talking about this picture of the old man with dead wood. Look, have you ever known him?"

Yu Yong looked at the box and was stunned.

He recognized it. This was the box that Jiang Quan gave him last time.

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Good morning everyone
Chapter completed!