Su Di thought of the chess skills that Meng Fu had shown on variety shows before, and the Xuanyuan Games of Wanmin Village.

Zhao Fan also walked to the trash can downstairs with a bag of garbage. When she heard Su Di ask her, she replied, "The president of the T-city Painting Association, she had painted a picture of an old man with a dead wood before. The president of the Painting Association found out. He also asked her to join the Painting Association and wanted her to join the Painting Association, but she didn't agree. After more than a month, he came to the door again, hoping that he would succeed."

Unfortunately, Meng Fu did not let her stay and watch.

Speaking of these, Zhao Fan felt a little regretful. If Meng Fu joined the Painting Association, it would definitely be much more convenient in the entertainment industry.

She said as she walked towards the car.

After a month, Zhao Fan was no longer shocked at the beginning except for regrets, after all...

Meng Fu can even do the refusal to join the Painting Association.

Zhao Fan was shocked and became numb, and could not even raise any feelings.

After taking two steps, I found that Su Di did not follow.

Zhao Fan stopped and looked at Su Di, "You won't leave?"

Su Di raised his head, he didn't know what tone to talk to Zhao Fan, "Who was the president of the Painting Association just now?"

"Yes?" Zhao Fan nodded.

"He personally invited Miss Meng to the Painting Association?" Su Di asked again.

Zhao Fan still nodded, and it was a pity: "It's just that she doesn't want to enter."

Seeing Zhao Fan say this in a calm and clear manner, Su Di no longer knew what to say, so he only breathed a deep breath.

There are ten painting associations across the country. Beijing is the General Association, and the other nine painting associations. The presidents of each branch association hold high positions in the General Association of Beijing Painting Association, either senior management or vice president.

These people are usually based in the capital.

Because of the large number of people, the Beijing Painting Association is one level higher than the Xiang Association. The senior staff of the four major associations and the children of the hermit family dare not provoke them.

The status of the Four Associations in the capital is almost on par with the Hidden Family.

So when I heard Zhao Fan say that the president was the president, Su Di did not consider the Painting Association at all, because T City is too small and the Painting Association is not big. Over the years, not many people from the Painting Association in T City have been promoted to the Beijing Painting Association. It is impossible for the president of such a local association to travel thousands of miles from the Beijing.

After listening to Zhao Fan's explanation, Su Di understood.

The other party must have come for Meng Fu.

What can be done by the senior executives of the Beijing Painting Association come to T-City in person is not just about joining T-City Painting Association, but at least it is planned to bring the other party into the school.

This is Su Di's shock point.

The apprentices of the senior executives of the four major associations are not comparable to those of the team leader of the small family in the capital.

Su Di remained as motionless as a mountain in his daily life, his cold face was a little broken, and his voice was broken: "Ms. Meng can still draw?"

He has also seen several famous geniuses from the Beijing Painting Association several times, and each of them has at least one stroke of practice every day.

When did he see Meng Fu painting??

The mentality has collapsed.

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upstairs.

"I really don't want to join?" During this period, President Yan also investigated Meng Fu's information. The information he investigated was very little, all of which were from Meng Fu's entertainment circle. Regarding the news about Meng Fu and the Yu family, President Yan did not find much information.

Meng Fu poured himself a glass of water, sat opposite President Yan, and shook his head: "No."

President Yan said a lot to her. Seeing her say this, he was silent for a while. He never talked much. At this time, he even hiked out on foot and stood up, preparing to come and ask again if he had the opportunity.

"Then come to me if you get to know each other." President Yan nodded to her.

Meng Fu took the teacup and went out with him.

President Yan walked to the door and remembered another thing: "By the way, someone from the Beijing Painting Association has taken a fancy to you. He wants to buy it for 400,000 yuan. Do you sell it?"

Meng Fu is a newcomer, and 400,000 yuan is a sky-high price for a newcomer who is not very famous.

The one who is better in this youth competition is only 500,000, which is still under many halos.

Meng Fu, who was originally lazy and wanted to send President Yan out, was shocked when she heard 400,000 yuan. She looked up at President Yan, as if she was awake: "400,000 yuan?"

"Well, the price is average," President Yan shook his head, "I rejected it for you. Your painting has its own character. If you continue to paint it, it will be a big deal in the future. This person buys your paintings now just to collect and invest."

President Yan said, and mentioned the matter of Meng Fu joining the Painting Association again, "It's just that you don't want to join the Painting..."

"No," Meng Fu suddenly grabbed President Yan's arm, put the cup in his hand, then bowed his hand, bent down ninety degrees, and said very respectfully: "Master, I don't know Mount Tai below. Please accept one... no, three bows!"

A teacup was forced to be stuffed into his hand. He mentioned it to Meng Fu many times on WeChat before, and he persuaded President Yan, who had been in charge of Meng Fu for half an hour: "…???"

President Yan, what a serious person.

Never been so confused.

He watched Meng Fu walk around the hall for a few times, then make him a cup of tea again, and began to think about why she suddenly changed her mind.

He gave his token to Meng Fu before, but although he didn't say it clearly, he had the intention to teach Meng Fu.

He looked at Meng Fu, thought for a while, and only thought of one possibility-

Four hundred thousand.

money.

I thought about it for a long time before, but I don’t know why Meng Fu didn’t want to join President Yan of the Painting Association. I once again: “…”

"Master, don't you drink it?" Meng Fu stood in front of him very well, without seeing the perfunctory look he had before, "After drinking this cup of tea, you are my respected teacher!"

"No." President Yan shook his head.

Meng Fu: “…”

There is reincarnation in the way of heaven?

She, Meng Fu, has this day?

President Yan saw Meng Fu like this and knew what she was thinking. He took a sip of tea before speaking lightly, "How could I accept my disciple Yan Langfeng so perfunctorily?"

The four associations in Beijing are used to being arrogant. If you don’t set up a table, you will tell the world. How can this be the style of the four dominants in Beijing?

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Chapter completed!