"I just fumbled it out." Ye Shuning smiled faintly, not caring too much.

Beside her, Liu Yunhao looked at Ye Shuning excitedly, "Shuning, 1200! You gave us your life!"

"Two days and one night, we don't have to save so much. I'll ask me if I can eat roast duck at night?" Gan Wang also nodded wildly, "You are too awesome. The boss almost made us all so jealous, and there is no jealous, Shu Ning! Worship you!"

Ye Shuning smiled, "I want to eat roast duck, of course."

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

Meng Fu just put down his pen, heard this, leaned against the table, raised his eyebrows, "I can do it."

"Then sell this painting?" The middle-aged man raised the picture of the shrimp in his hand lightly, "If it's okay, I'll get the money."

He said, turning slightly, pulling open a small drawer in the cabinet next to him, and taking 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 looked at the boss counting the money, smiled faintly, and his expression was also light, "Boss, there is still a painting you haven't seen."

As soon as this sentence came out, the lively scene calmed down.

The artists and staff present knew everything about Meng Fu well.

Like Liu Yunhao and Gan Wang, they were all slandered, and now they are Meng Fu...

Gan Wang coughed and said to Meng Fu: "Meng Fu, come here to show the master," and Gan Wang said with great sincerity to the master, "Master, this sister has never learned to draw, please spray it gently."

Liu Yunhao nodded, he looked at Meng Fu coming over, and gave Meng Fu a vaccination, lowered his voice: "Oh, let me tell you, how did the master squirt me just now..."

Meng Fu casually held his own sketch. Hearing this, he looked down at Liu Yunhao's painting, was silent for a moment, and then looked up: "...What he squirted is actually reasonable."

After saying that, Meng Fu patted Liu Yunhao on the shoulder and said, "Come on."

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

Next to Liu Yunhao, Ye Shuning didn't even look at Meng Fu, but just looked away.

But my ears were paying attention to the master's voice.

Beside her, Xi Nancheng was holding a mobile phone to check the next itinerary. He was the captain of this show and had more things to do than other members.

While checking the map, I discussed with Ye Shuning, but didn't look at Meng Fu.

The master was still holding the money in his hand. When he saw Liu Yunhao's unfolding painting, he did not connect and just looked up lightly.

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

He stared at the painting for about five seconds, then suddenly reacted, stood up from the chair, pulled the painting in Liu Yunhao's hand, and lowered his head and looked carefully.

Liu Yunhao, who was waiting for the master to squirt this time, just watched the master pull the painting out of his hand.

He turned his head, looked at Gan Wang beside him stiffly, and then looked at Chu Yue opposite him, with questions in his eyes-

What's going on?

"Great, Master?" Gan Wang asked carefully.

The master didn't say anything, and the reaction was different from before. He had reached the conclusion within two or three seconds. Ye Shuning, who had been waiting for his reaction, couldn't help but look up in shock.

When she looked up, the middle-aged foreign man also reacted, and his face was no longer as mysterious as a paranormal figure. He looked at Meng Fu with his eyes fixed on him: "Do you want to be my disciple? I will teach you how to learn painting and guarantee that you can win the Federal A-level competition exhibition within three years!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Gan Wang and Liu Yunhao's careful voices disappeared instantly.

Three people slowly appeared on Chu Yue's head and said hello.

The group of people in the photography team were also shocked.

The camera that responded quickly had already given Meng Fu the painting.

Xi Nancheng, who looked down at his mobile phone and looked up the map, also tightened his hand, and suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of Meng Fu.

These people don’t know what level of the Federal A-level competition is, but as long as the federal involves it, it is not something that ordinary people can interfere, at least at the professional level.

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

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but look at Meng Fu's direction, waiting for her reply.

With all eyes on Meng Fu finally spoke-

"Master, how much does this painting cost?"

The middle-aged foreign man looked at Meng Fu with his eyes unabashed for a moment, "The theme of this painting is simple, because you are not famous now, I can only give you 100,000."

"This is 100,000?" Meng Fu was shocked.

This is much simpler than what she painted President Yan, and it can be 100,000 yuan?

The middle-aged foreign man thought she was not satisfied and hurriedly said, "It's okay to have 200,000 yuan, if you are not satisfied..."

Meng Fu hurriedly said, "No, I am satisfied, very satisfied, 200,000 is only 200,000, the price is just one price!"

"So you should be my apprentice. I will teach you how to learn painting. After three years of attending the Federal Painting Exhibition, it has a lot of promise than you in the entertainment industry. Don't waste your potential." The middle-aged man looked at Meng Fu again.

"Ah, that's not necessary, I already have a teacher." Meng Fu was still thinking about his 200,000 yuan, "Do you think it's cash or a check-in?"

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

As he said that, he took out a black swirl-shaped sign from his pocket, with a blue "a" on it, and then put it on his chest, and said to Meng Fu again: "I'm not joking about sending you to the Federal Art Exhibition for three years. It's okay if you have a teacher. If you ask him to come, I can take him."

The Beijing Painting Association is mysterious and unknown.

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

Most people, including Xi Nancheng and the director, only heard of the Art Association but did not see the person.

They don't know what the A-level teacher in the Drawing Association means, but Obote

As soon as Albert finished speaking, no one dared to speak at the scene, and a needle fell to the ground could be heard.

The director of the program team held up the board and stood among the photographers. Listening to Albert's words, he lowered his head and trembled to search the Beijing Painting Association on his phone. Because his fingers were too trembling, he clicked several times before successfully clicking.

When I clicked on the official website, I saw five teachers from the Painting Association in the first row.

His eyes were placed on the picture of the foreign man in the middle, and a simple introduction was written below—

Albert, a A-level teacher of the Beijing Painting Association, and a member of the Federal Painting Association.

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Chapter completed!