Almighty, Your Persona Has Collapsed

Chapter 78

I still haven't seen Yu Zhenling's figure.

Old man Jiang looked at Jiang Xinchen and asked him to call Yu Zhenling.

Jiang Xinchen has been fidgeting all the time. At this moment, the old man asked him to call. He finally had something to do, so he took out his cell phone and called Yu Zhenling.

Yu Zhenling answered very slowly, and when the phone was about to hang up, she finally answered the phone.

"Mom," Jiang Xinchen lowered his voice, "Why haven't you come yet?"

Yu Zhenling, who was already on her way to the Painting Association, was talking to Jiang Xinran about her paintings. Both knew that it was the president who was looking for her. After hearing Jiang Xinchen's words, she was quite perfunctory, looking at the background galloping past the window. , Just hurriedly said: "The chief of the painting association is looking for Xinran. I will accompany Xinran to the painting association now. I don't have time to eat. Your grandfather, I will say."

She has always understood etiquette, and after hanging up the phone, she specifically called the old man.

After the old man answered the phone, his eyebrows were covered with frost.

Jiangquan was sitting next to the old man, and the old man could not avoid it, he naturally heard what Yu Zhenling said.

"Lets have dinner," Old Man Jiangs face turned to Meng Fu, and then changed again in an instant, "Fuer, first give me some autographed photos. The company managers daughter is your fan..."

The two talked. Jiang Quan was listening while he was a bit surprised. Is the manager's daughter a fan of Meng Fu?

Meng Fu took out two autographed photos to Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Quan took a casual look.

Look at it at will, but at a glance, I saw the words on the signature photo. It is not a popular art word, but a grass word signed with a black pen.

"You wrote this?" Jiang Quan was stunned.

"Yeah." Meng Fu glanced at the table that there was no wine, only tea and milk, and she leaned back on the chair.

Not on the road.

Jiangquan has always known that Meng Fus early education has not kept up. When she first entered the entertainment industry, he had vaguely heard of her because of her English problem.

But she didn't expect her to write wildly.

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After hanging up the call.

In the car, Jiang Xinran, who suppressed his excitement, leaned back on the door and turned to Yu Zhenling, "Mom, if you don't go..."

"Your business is more important." Yu Zhenling patted Jiang Xinran's hand to signal her peace of mind.

The status of the Painting Association in T City is irreplaceable. Yu Yong, a vice president, is enough to be as famous as the Jiang family in some respect, but he and the president are still not the same.

Everyone inside knows that the people of the T City Painting Association Beijing General Association, faintly side by side with the T City Lord.

T City Lord is the real overlord of one party.

This kind of person suddenly saw Jiang Xinran, how could Yu Zhenling care about Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinran pursed her lips and smiled, and did not speak any more. She was no less excited than Yu Zhenling now.

The car galloped all the way and soon arrived at the T City General Painting Association.

The gate of the General Association is magnificently built, and the two stone lions at the gate are very chronological.

The security guard at the gate knew Jiang Xinran's car and let him go when she saw her car.

Yu Yong waited for Jiang Xinran under the office building. When the people arrived, he didn't talk too much, and while taking Jiang Xinran to the middle of the building, he gave Jiang Xinran the science chairman.

"I've seen him twice," Yu Yong lowered his voice, "He is very powerful, if you can be seen and pointed out by him, it will be more useful than your A-level booth..."

Jiang Xin nodded, she naturally knew this.

In the office.

The chairman stood by the window with his hands folded, and when the staff brought in Yu Yongjiang Xinran, he turned to look at Jiang Xinran, his eyes faintly, "You are the painter? Can you tell me about the artistic conception of painting? "

Yu Yong did not speak, but only used the light to signal Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran took a deep breath. These are common problems in painting. She had drafts on the road. At this time, she talked more eloquently: "When I painted this painting, I was thinking of a picture of a hundred flowers contending for beauty, everything. ..."

When the president heard the second sentence, his expression faded. Out of education, he did not interrupt Jiang Xinran's words. He only glanced at the people around him. The people around him immediately went out and took another one. A picture comes in.

After Jiang Xinran finished speaking, he shook his head and unfolded the painting that the people around him had just brought in: "You painted this Hundred Flowers Picture, right? Enough proficiency and lack of aura."

He put the painting aside and opened another box, "I'm talking about this old man with a dead wood. Look, you know it."

Yu Yong looked at the box, stunned.

He recognized it. This was the box Jiang Quan gave him last time.

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