Meng Fu also knew the cause and effect when he heard this.

A few months ago, Yan Langfeng told her after seeing her painting that he would put her paintings in the library in T City.

What is popular in modern times is freehand painting, but very few people are first-class in freehand painting, and even fewer people can achieve results, because freehand painting emphasizes aura and spirit, and to achieve results, you need a certain talent.

Meng Fu's paintings are different from those of other freehand painting schools in the Painting Association, but are more inclined to the style of ancient freehand painting masters. This kind of style cannot be practiced overnight.

After confirming Meng Fu's age, Yan Langfeng only used the sentence "God to enjoy the food" to describe Meng Fu's natural character.

The four floors below the library are for students to see. After he put the paintings there, members of the T-City Painting Association developed a freehand style of dead wood.

So after the show was broadcast, Meng Fu's words "I drew it myself" and "original" attracted the attention of several people who knew about this painting.

Most of these artists are like Yu Yong, more or less noble, and are very angry at Meng Fu's practice of "plagiarism" and "establishing a character".

Especially nowadays, artists are relatively inferior in the eyes of other industries. There is a saying that often appears on the Internet - "Now everyone can be a star."

Meng Fu has been popular recently, and there are a lot of opponents waiting for her to make mistakes. This time, countless people will come to step on this incident.

In order to protect Meng Fu, Shengyu people held a press conference to publicly apologize to minimize the impact, but even if it was reduced to the lowest, it still had a relatively large impact on Meng Fu.

Even Shengyu's stock price fluctuated.

Sheng Yu's public relations and senior management were both stunned by this matter. Now that he heard Meng Fu's words, Manager Sheng nodded and contacted the public relations department with his mobile phone to hold a press conference, he said: "Then you can draw it, of course you can't call copying..."

Halfway through his words, he seemed to react and looked up, "You, are you talking about...that...you painted it in the library of T City Painting Association?"

The vice president and secretary who walked to the door didn't want to hear what Meng Fu said, but his feet were misaligned and almost tripped by himself.

Meng Fu listened to the sound of the milk box being thrown into the trash can, and yawned unconsciously: "I drew it several years ago. My teacher put it in the library four months ago."

She was calm from beginning to end, leaning against the back of the chair, looking drowsy, but this sentence was completely useless to say.

"How do you prove that it was you painted? Does the Painting Association have any records?" The vice president who wanted to leave heard Meng Fu's painting and turned it back, "You have to think clearly that this is the Painting Association. It's easy for them to expose your lie. Our Shengyu stocks have all fallen several points because of this."

"If there is a proof, it would be best if you can take it out at 3:00 pm."

He looked at Meng Fu, his eyes were dark and his expression was serious, not as angry or cold as he had just passed, but his expression was well managed, giving people a profound feeling.

For a moment, it was hard to see that the deputy always believed in Meng Fu or did not believe in Meng Fu.

"I don't know, wait, I'll ask my teacher." Meng Fu took out his cell phone and called Yan Langfeng on WeChat.

Before he could hear two sounds, Yan Langfeng answered. On the other end of his phone, he put down the teacup and raised his eyebrows: "Disciple, don't tell me that you don't want to attend the art exhibition judges."

"That's not," Meng Fu thought about it, then drove the hands-free and told him about the dead wood picture. "So I want to prove that the picture is mine now. You ask those people in T City to issue a certificate to me, and you will use it in the afternoon press conference."

"There is such a thing?" Yan Langfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, he stood up, walked to the window, looked down at the time on his watch: "Those fools on the Internet, even if you get a proof, they won't believe it. When will you hold a press conference?"

"Three o'clock." Meng Fu returned.

"Three o'clock? That's too late," Yan Langfeng raised his eyebrows, "Let's do this, I'll let Xiao Shen come to your press conference."

Meng Fu nodded, "That's quite convenient."

After she said that, Yan Langfeng knew that nothing else was going to happen, and she didn't recommend it and refused to be a judge. She started complaining, "Look, there is nothing fun in the entertainment industry. Apart from being a gangster, it's better to have a Drawing Association..."

"Teacher, if it's okay," Meng Fu knew. If she continued to chat, her teacher asked her to give up the entertainment industry and return to the Art Association. "I'll just hang up first, I'm too tired recently."

"Then you have a good rest and don't be tired..." Yan Langfeng reminded Meng Fu again before hanging up the phone.

Meng Fu waited for Yan Langfeng to hang up his voice before looking up at the vice president and then looked at Manager Sheng, "It should be OK now?"

Although several people didn’t know who the teacher was on Meng Fu’s phone, they could understand what the “judgment” they were talking to, and Meng Fu’s casual sentence “Those people in T City gave a certificate”. Meng Fu’s teacher is not simple.

The vice president looked at Meng Fu and changed his previous attitude, his expression became much gentler, "Meng Fu, is Xiao Shen the teacher just mentioned by your teacher, a member of the T-City Painting Association?"

"Of course." Meng Fu nodded.

"That's good. You're very tired, so go back and rest. At 2:30 in the afternoon, we will hold a press conference on time at 3:00." The vice president continued to smile, then turned his head and asked the secretary to send Meng Fu downstairs.
Chapter completed!