After the two of them finished speaking, they hung up the voice call.

After Meng Fu hung up the phone, he made an appointment with Chu Yue to go to eat hot pot after recording the show.

Soon, outside the hotel door, the doorbell rang.

Zhao Fan put down the water cup and went straight to open the door.

Who will come here at this time?

"Is it Liu Yunhao?" Chu Yue and her agent looked over and saw Albert who was parked outside the door at a glance.

"Master?" Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows. She was not particularly surprised to see that it was Albert, so she just smiled sideways, "Come in quickly."

Seeing that there were so many people in Meng Fu's room and all women, Albert paused for a moment, and was a little confused and didn't go in immediately.

Seeing Albert, Chu Yue was also stunned for a moment. She quickly stood up and looked at Meng Fu: "Brother Fu, Master has something to say to you. Tell him well, and I'll leave first."

She took the word "good" very seriously.

The meaning is very obvious, I hope Meng Fu will not refuse.

After saying that, he took his agent away from Meng Fu's room.

There were only three people left in the room.

Meng Fu's hair was almost wiped. She put the towel aside and poured Albert a cup of tea, which seemed to be quite accustomed to: "Sit."

Zhao Fan was also very enthusiastic, "Master, you don't have to be restrained."

This attitude made Albert start to wonder if he was no longer a hit?

There are obviously so many geniuses in the Painting Association waiting to worship him as his teacher...

"Just, I hope you think carefully about what I told you in the morning," Albert said seriously. "You are very suitable for this business. If you join our Beijing Painting Association, the benefits are far more than you think."

Meng Fu was very polite, "Master, I really have a master, he is also from your Painting Association."

"Is your master from our Painting Association?" Albert thought about the other four A-level teachers. Those four were similar to him and were very strict about accepting apprentices. He had not taken away apprentices for several years. Meng Fu's teacher should not be them.

As long as it is not the other four A-level teachers, it will be easy.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, tell me who he is, I'll discuss it with him."

Zhao Fan turned to him silently, "Are you serious?"

Albert looked at Zhao Fan's expression and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Of course, is there any problem?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang again.

"Is Chu Yue and the others back?" Zhao Fan stood up and went to open the door.

It was not Chu Yue outside the door, but a middle-aged man.

Zhao Fan recognized the man and was surprised: "Assistant Fang? Why are you here?"

Assistant Fang was holding a sandalwood square box in his hand, very respectful, "Ms. Meng is here? The president asked me to send the seal."

"Here, come in quickly." Zhao Fan turned sideways and gave him a seat to Assistant Fang and let him in.

Fang Yi went in carefully, not daring to look at it anymore, so he just walked to Meng Fu and handed her the box, "Miss Meng."

Meng Fu took it, but didn't look immediately, but thanked him.

She and Albert were sitting on the side of the small coffee table in the room, sitting face to face, and only the sides of the two of them were seen in the direction of the door. Fang Yi walked to Meng Fu at this time and handed the brocade box to Meng Fu. When he looked up, he happened to see Albert opposite him.

There are a total of five A-level teachers in the Beijing Painting Association.

Especially Albert is still the only foreigner.

Fang Yi may not know other teachers, but Albert, he knows them.
Chapter completed!