As soon as Yu Yong's words came out, the expressions of the people around him changed slightly.

The Yu family has been a scholarly family for generations. Mr. Yu is the president of T-U University and Yu Yong is the vice president of the Painting Association. Now the Yu family’s status in T-U City is no longer mentioned in the past.

As a vice-chairman, Yu Yong has not had many students under his post. Except for Jiang Xinran, there are only three others. All three have made great achievements in the literary world. These are real artists.

If you can get a name here, you can really be a hot topic in the entertainment industry.

Jiang Quan wanted Meng Fu to learn from Yu Yong, but he had this meaning, but he was rejected by Yu Yong before.

Yu Yong talked about this again, and Yu Zhenling was stunned and was also a little surprised. Meng Fu was able to have a name in the painting association, which would be beneficial to her family. "That's really a great fortune for Fu'er, and she was also a blessing in disguise."

Yu Zhenling was worried that Meng Fu would affect Yu Yong. She thought for a while and continued, "Brother, will this affect you?"

She refers to the hype online of celebrity.

"Let her not go too far, it's okay." Yu Yong frowned slightly. He focused on feathers throughout his life, and the students under his sect were extremely talented, just like Jiang Xinran.

This is the first time that Meng Fu has accepted such a person, but Meng Fu is not his real student, so he can only say that she will come to listen to a class and get a name.

"Okay, I'll bother you." Yu Zhenling thought in her heart, and when she found the person who stole Jiang Xinran's paintings, she called Meng Fu.

Of course, Yu Zhenling never thought that Meng Fu would refuse this.

While the two were discussing, Jiang Xinran stood aside, lowered her eyelashes and never spoke.

**

Meng Fu had already arrived at the roadside at this time.

A new car has been parked on the side of the road.

White, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan have never seen this car.

Su Cheng was standing on the side of the road wearing a white sweater, probably calling someone. When he saw a glimpse of the figure, he said something to the other side and hung up the phone, glanced at the two of them, "Get into the car."

Zhao Fan opened the door of the back seat and asked Meng Fu to go in first.

"Brother Cheng, where are we going?" Zhao Fan looked at Su Cheng's itinerary, not on the way to special training.

According to the itinerary, Meng Fu was supposed to go to special training in the afternoon, and the global qualifiers are about to be held.

Su Cheng didn't talk much, his tone was as cold as his people: "Go to have a meal first, and then talk about the specific content of the variety show."

What he said was the live variety show content he mentioned to Zhao Fan last time.

The place for dinner is still an old place and an old room. This time the door of the private room was not closed.

The babbling sounds of the little songs on the second floor of the Erhu Field reached the room, mixed with the rising sandalwood, and there was a paradise of silence.

Extremely elegant and quiet.

Meng Fu received a call from Mr. Jiang at this time.

"Fu'er, what did they ask you to go to the painting exhibition?" Mr. Jiang was very angry recently. He remembered what Jiang Quan gave Meng Fu's painting to Yu Yong last time.

He had a loud voice, and Su Cheng and Zhao Fan around him could hear it clearly.

Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu, and Meng Fu turned his head and asked the waiter in the blue shirt to take two cans of wine, "It's nothing."

Her expression was light, but her tone was as good as ever, and it floated into people's hearts.

Su Di was stunned when he heard it.

Mr. Jiang didn't hear anything strange. He didn't worry about this and spoke excitedly, "Okay. Then give me two autographed photos tomorrow, I'll have someone come here to get it."

Meng Fu didn't ask him what he was doing, and agreed to him that he would have someone come to get his signature photo.

The service staff brought the drink, not the wine Meng Fu wanted, but two glasses of warm milk.

Meng Fu raised his head and leaned against the back of the chair. His slightly curled hair fell on the arrow. He looked at Zhao Fan beside him, and smiled lazyly: "Have you changed?"

Zhao Fan dared not return.

"It's changed," opposite, Su Cheng looked at her with his cell phone. His eyes were always warm and cold, "Eat."

Meng Fu withdrew his gaze a little regretfully and ate with chopsticks.

While she was having dinner, Su Cheng was talking to Zhao Fan about the live variety show.

"Live broadcast daily?" Zhao Fan looked at the contract from beginning to end, as well as the main content of the variety show. She paused, "Who are the other three guests?"

"The personnel are not completely sure yet." Su Cheng shook his head.

This is a new type of program in China. Four artists will broadcast live together for one day every week. The live content program team will design it to ensure that the content of this day is exciting enough, and the challenge is still a daily or a experience.

A total of twelve periods, lasting three months.

Su Cheng pushed the content of the program to Meng Fu again.

Meng Fu took a sip of milk and glanced at it.

When she turned to the final signing fee, her careless attitude disappeared and she touched her chin by the way: "Sister Fan, this variety show can be available."

After all, Zhao Fan is a gold medal agent. Meng Fu couldn't walk when she saw the money, and she couldn't help but have a headache: "Meng Fu, think clearly that this show is dangerous. Unless some people are powerful and popular, few people dare to take it. Variety shows will amplify people's shortcomings, especially this kind of live broadcast that is uninterrupted, and there is no editing here. You don't know much. The director digs a little during the live broadcast. At that time, not only will it not attract popularity, but it will make other guests more prominent. This variety show is too dangerous and cannot be accepted."

Zhao Fan knows the inside story of these programs. Meng Fu is placed in this program not only as a vase, but also as a set off other guests.

Meng Fu was hacked online before, but recently she finally changed her image because of "Best Idol". If this show turns it into hacked online again, it will be more than worth the loss.

After all, her dropout in high school has always been a label on her body and it is difficult to tear it off.

"Meng Fu, the most important thing as an artist is popularity, you have to think clearly." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu seriously.

"Sister Fan, I understand," Meng Fu pondered for a minute, then looked up and replied cautiously: "People cannot even want money for the sake of popularity."

In the first half, Zhao Fan thought Meng Fu had grown up, but when he heard the second half, she said: "..."

"Meng Fu, I'm not attacking you. It's really not easy to be on this show without anything. However, we can take on some other variety shows, such as singing types, or take on some online dramas, and wait until our fans are completely stable..."

"It's not as much money as this show." Meng Fu spoke honestly.

Zhao Fan took a deep breath and turned to Su Cheng. Meng Fu was really out of control recently!

Su Cheng took the contract, "Okay, the last live broadcast should be next week. What time will be your schedule."

Zhao Fan: “…”

Brother Cheng, you have changed.

Zhao Fan had a headache. It seemed that there was a period of time before that, she would clean up the mess for Meng Fu.

But she has been used to it in the past two years.

As the group said, Meng Fu's cell phone rang several times, and she just took a look and hung up, and then blocked it.

After repeating it three or four times.

The opposite side probably knew Meng Fu’s thoughts and no longer moved.

**

At 4:30 pm, Su Di went to sign a variety show contract.

Su Cheng sent Meng Fu away for training.

In the past two days, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan have either Su Di or Su Cheng around him, and Zhao Fan has also gotten used to it.

"Best Idol" has been filmed, and the subsequent training is only six people who formed a group, and the base is a bit deserted at this time.

There were two people standing outside the base gate. The middle-aged woman in front was wearing a blue cheongsam and a dark coat. The drizzle was hazy, and the driver was holding a black umbrella for her.

It is Yu Zhenling.

Seeing Meng Fu, Su Cheng and others get out of the car, she paused, squinted her eyes slightly, and walked over directly in her high heels: "I know I misunderstood you about this morning. In order to compensate you, your uncle allowed you to go to the General Painting Association of T City to attend classes. You can go every Saturday and put it in his name. Don't tell your grandfather about this matter."

"Sister, I'm sorry," Jiang Xinran also came out of the car and apologized to Meng Fu: "Please forgive your mother and uncle. If you want to blame me, blame me."

When Zhao Fan, who had not wanted to pay attention to Yu Zhenling, heard that the General Painting Association of T City, couldn't help but pause.

T-city General Painting Association has a reputation in T-city and is even more famous than T-city, the top 20 universities.

Su Cheng opened the umbrella and took Meng Fu in without squinting eyes: "Let's go."

It seems that I didn't hear Yu Zhenling's words.

Yu Zhenling has lived for so many years and was not praised by others one day. Few people dare to show her face like this.

"Mom, is she not satisfied with her sister..." Jiang Xinran hesitated.

"What's wrong with her? She doesn't have a good heart, so don't care about her for now." Yu Zhenling got into the car irritably and asked the driver to drive the car back to the Jiang family.

**

Jiang Xinchen didn’t have classes today, but he didn’t see Jiang Xinchen at home.

As soon as he asked the servant, the servant pointed to the ancestral hall and said that he had gone to kneel down to the ancestral hall.

Jiang Xinchen kneels on the ancestral hall?

Why kneel on the ancestral hall?

The two were thinking, outside, the servant said hello and said, "Mr. Jiang is back."

He was surrounded by Tong Eryu and Jiang Quan's assistants, and the three of them were talking about serious matters.

Seeing them, Jiang Xinran's expression moved, then knelt on the ground, with apologized and serious voice: "Grandpa, today's incident is entirely blamed me. If it is not my mother, they will not accuse my sister. Mom and uncle have already apologized to her. Uncle did not intentionally. He said that he would hang her under his door, which is already a big risk. My sister should still be dissatisfied. She may want to be her uncle's closed disciple, but her uncle's identity is not ordinary."

"All mistakes are wrong. This is all my fault. Grandpa, you punish me. It has nothing to do with my brother. Don't punish him to kneel on the ancestral hall."

Jiang Xinran said this, Yu Zhenling, who was on the other hand, obviously thought that Meng Fu had already complained to the old man, so when she went to find her before, she did not accept Yu Yong's conditions.

That's why Jiang Xinchen was punished by the old man to kneel down in the ancestral hall.

Yes, except Meng Fu, who else would complain to Mr. Jiang?!

Yu Zhenling's face turned pale.

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Chapter completed!