There are 18 classes, 17 ordinary classes, and 1 rocket class in the third grade of the first high school.

Jiang Xinran is in the rocket class.

No. 1 Middle School will conduct monthly exams every month, Jiang Xinran participated in the Youth Competition of the Painting Association this month, if she gets this place, she will also get extra points for the college entrance examination, but this month she wasted too much time, and the questions of the intensive class that she asked for were not written, and the exam was going to be taken this week, she remembered that Meng Fu was also in No. 1 Middle School before the exam, so she asked someone which class she was hanging in.

Who knows, this question, but found that Meng Fu was not one of the seventeen ordinary classes.

As for the rocket squad......

Jiang Xinran didn't think about it at all, the students of No. 1 Middle School, especially those in the rocket class, naturally knew who the head teacher of the rocket class was.

Zhou Jin, a member of the Department of Mathematics Studies, has invited him to be an honorary professor of the Department of Mathematics of University A many times, but he has refused, and has not left the No. 1 Middle School, only occasionally giving a lecture.

Everyone in No. 1 Middle School knows that Zhou Jin is mainly for the students who lead the competition class, and some people are guessing that Zhou Jin is for this year's intensive class.

The quota for the special entrance examination of the University of China is indeed much more challenging than the struggle in A University.

"Haven't heard her name?" Yu Zhenling subconsciously looked at Old Man Jiang.

Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen are both in No. 1 Middle School, she naturally knows that there are thirty-eight classes in high school, and seventeen classes do not have Meng Fu's name on them, and the result is obvious that Meng Fu is not in No. 1 Middle School at all.

In this regard, Yu Zhenling is not surprised at all, the last time Meng Fu said that she could enter the first middle school, she felt that there was something wrong.

On the stairs, Old Man Jiang pursed his lips, he didn't express his opinion, he just looked at Yu Zhenling, "Jiang Yu won't lie." ”

It doesn't look like the expression has changed much.

Then poke the crutches and go upstairs.

This week, the Jiang family's pattern in T City has obviously changed, listening to the old man's words, Jiang Xinran just brushed his hair behind his ears, and the smile on his face couldn't be maintained.

"It's okay, you go back and take a shower first, you're tired these days." Yu Zhenling lowered her eyes and asked Jiang Xinran to go back to her room to sleep.

Jiang Xinran lowered his head and went upstairs.

Downstairs, Yu Zhenling looked at the back of the old man leaving, and called Yu Yong with her mobile phone.

Talked about tonight's events.

On the other end of the phone, Yu Yong, who was discussing with Yu Lao, paused, and he got up from his chair, "She refused the invitation of the Tong family?" Even if she can't enter, it's rare to be able to enter Beijing through this, and your old man didn't persuade her? ”

The capital is the hub center, and there is no family that does not want to enter the capital, and entering the center of influence is the ultimate goal of every family.

There are so many families in T City, and the Chu family has settled in the capital, so they have become a hidden family, and they are on an equal footing with the city lord of T City, and the Tong family is the next Chu family.

Because of the Jiang family's incense association, many people in T City are optimistic about the Jiang family, but no matter how optimistic they are about the final development, it is only in T City, if Meng Fu takes this opportunity to enter the fragrance industry, the Jiang family is one step closer to the hub of the capital.

"No," Yu Zhenling shook her head directly, "In the entire Jiang family, he dotes on Meng Fu the most." ”

Yu Yong was silent for a moment, "You old man...... It's really old. ”

It's not as decisive as it used to be.

"The results of the preliminary round will come out tomorrow

"And Xinchen......" Yu Yong mentioned Jiang Xinchen and was very surprised, "I heard that he followed his brother-in-law?" ”

Speaking of Jiang Xinchen, Yu Zhenling showed a smile on her face: "Well, I asked Steward Jiang, although this kid's grades are not as good as Xinran, but in terms of finance, he is sharper than his father, and even the old man has valued him more recently, and now he is still in the company with his father." ”

"He has a bit of an old man's demeanor," Yu Yong was surprised, "I didn't find it before." ”

In the past, Yu's family was centered on Jiang Xinran.

Yu Zhenling bowed, "I'm also surprised, but he has been in the company recently, and his math scores have always been bad, I'll talk to Xinran later, and let her see if he needs tutoring." ”

"You can just watch it, as for Meng Fu," Yu Yong didn't know about the Jiang family's internal information, but Meng Fu did care about the matter of MS last time, "It's been two years since she came back, you should also hold a banquet for her, and by the way, find an opportunity to bring her to Yu's house for a meal, the old man hasn't seen her seriously." ”

"And you, she had a lot of friction with us before, and there is no big enmity between mother and daughter, you can contact her more."

Two years after Meng Fu came back, Jiang Quan had said before that she would hold a confession banquet, but Yu Zhenling diverted the topic.

For more than two years, the Yu family has been pretending that this incident did not happen.

In the past two years, Meng Fu has not even seen what the gate of Yu's house looks like.

This time Yu Yong said this, Yu Zhenling paused for a while, and then she spoke, "Okay, I'll find a chance." ”

**

Upstairs.

When Master Jiang returned to the study, he didn't read the book, but turned on the computer and boarded QQ.

An elderly person, as soon as he logged in, QQ popped up a 99+ message.

This is all the support group of Meng Fu he added, because he has a good relationship with the president of the support club, and he is even the administrator of the largest group.

Old Man Jiang read all the messages in each group, and everyone on his friend list found that he was online.

A new message popped up -

Yin Bingnian: [Grandpa Jiang, is it true that you said last time that Brother Fu went to school? 】

Yin Bingnian: [link://%¥#&......]

Yin Bingnian: [These are all people with black brother education on the Internet, they found that they can't black their appearance, they can't black variety shows, they can only black their academic qualifications. 】

Yin Bingnian: [If it's true, we can organize Weibo to refute it.] 】

Yin Bingnian, who has met with Mr. Jiang, not only met Mr. Jiang, but also received a lot of couriers from the old man, either Meng Fu's signed photos or Meng Fu's peripherals.

In short, everyone who has broken into Meng Fu's fan base knows that "Grandpa Who Loves Hospitality" is not only a local tyrant, but also knows a lot of inside information.

However, except for Yin Bingnian, no one else knew Old Man Jiang.

Both of them are Meng Fu's official scores, and they will communicate when they encounter things, and after knowing that Meng Fu was in No. 1 Middle School last time, the old man swore that he would tell Yin Bingnian that there would be no more problems with his academic qualifications in the future.

At this time, he silently looked at the other party's messages: "......"

He's really, so distressed.

Old Man Jiang sent six points to Yin Bingnian, then sent a message to ask Meng Fu about this, and sent a message to ask Jiang Yu.

After posting, he minimized QQ, opened the webpage and logged in to Weibo, went to check in, and by the way, he went to fight with black fans for 300 rounds.

**

Meng Fu was still dispensing medicine for Tang Ze in the study.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Meng Fu stood at the table, mixed in three medicinal herbs, and didn't raise his head: "Come in." ”

It was Zhao Fan who came in, she came over with a glass of milk, and looked at Meng Fu, "Still busy, don't you sleep?" I'm going to the theater tomorrow. ”

The things in Meng Fu's hand were strange, and Zhao Fan had never seen them, so he only felt that each instrument was very exquisite.

"Wait a minute," Meng Fu shook her head, she mixed the medicine, then looked up and looked at Zhao Fan: "Help me contact Director Gao, I have to finish filming this week's scene in advance." ”

Meng Fu's filming has always been fast, and Zhao Fan was not particularly surprised by her request, Meng Fu had finished filming a day in advance.

"Okay, I'll go and say," Zhao Fan nodded, "Teacher Zhou's new exercise for you, Brother Cheng has just helped you print it out, I will help you receive the luggage, so you don't have to write it tonight." ”

Meng Fu gestured "OK" to her, looking busy.

Zhao Fan stared at her and drank a glass of milk before going out with the milk cup.

She closed the door gently, and Su Di on the other side had just come out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a tissue, and the two of them were ready to leave, and they would get up early tomorrow to go to the set with Meng Fu.

Su Di put the garbage bag in order and was about to open the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw that the person outside raised his hand and was about to knock on the door.

"You're ......" Su Di looked up at the man.

The other party is about sixty or seventy years old, with a flat head, wearing quite old clothes, and his atmosphere is also very simple.

"My surname is Yan," the other party didn't look inside with a very polite gaze, and his voice was extremely polite, "Meng Fu lives here, right?" ”

Being able to find this, Su Di knew that it must have been Meng Fu's signal, he hurriedly made a gap, and the other party came in, "Mr. Yan, please come in." ”

While giving way, Su Di was also extremely curious, and he had stayed by Meng Fu's side for three months, and he had not seen this person.

In the house, Zhao Fan washed the milk cup that Meng Fu had just given, put the cup away, looked up and asked, "Su Di, is it Brother Cheng......"

As soon as I looked up, I saw the old gentleman entering the door.

"President?" Zhao Fan was startled for a moment, then reacted, and hurriedly took the teacup to the old gentleman: "Why are you here?" ”

Zhao Fan and Meng Fu have been to the T City Painting Association, and have also met the president of the Painting Association, although there is only one side, but the momentum of this painting association president is too special, Zhao Fan remembers.

"Meng Fu just told me the address, I have something to look for her," the president took the teacup, looked around the room, and looked a little anxious, "What about her?" ”

"Wait, I'll call her." Zhao Fan went to knock on the door of the study and called Meng Fu out.

Meng Fu was not surprised that the head of the painting association was looking for her at this time, and only raised her chin towards Zhao Fan and Su Di, "You two go back and rest first." ”

Su Di glanced at the president, he originally wanted to stay, but seeing that Meng Fu said this, he didn't force him to stay, so he left with Zhao Fan, "That's okay, Miss Meng has something to call me." ”

The two went out together.

After closing the door, Su Di took out the car keys from his pocket, turned his head and asked Zhao Fan: "Who was that just now?" What will the president? Go club? ”

President, that's also the president of some association.

Su Di thought of Meng Fu's chess skills that he had shown on variety shows before, as well as the Xuanyuan Bureau in Wanmin Village at the beginning.

Zhao Fan also carried a bag of garbage, walked to the trash can downstairs, and when she heard Su Di ask her, she replied, "The president of the T City Painting Association, she drew a picture of an old man with dead wood before, and was known by the president of the Painting Association, and also asked her to go to the Painting Association, wanting her to join the Painting Association, but she didn't agree, and after more than a month, he came to the door again, hoping that he would succeed." ”

It's a pity that Meng Fu didn't let her stay and watch.

Speaking of these, Zhao Fan has some regrets, if Meng Fu had joined the Painting Association, it would have been much more convenient in the entertainment industry.

She said as she walked to the car.

After a month, Zhao Fan is no longer shocked except for regret, after all......

Meng Fu can even refuse to enter the Painting Association.

Zhao Fan was shocked, and he became numb, and he couldn't even mention any feelings.

After taking two steps, I found that Su Di had not followed.

Zhao Fan stopped and looked at Su Di, "You're not leaving?" ”

Su Di raised his head, he didn't know what tone to use to speak to Zhao Fan, "That was the president of the Painting Association just now?" ”

"yes?" Zhao Fan nodded.

"He personally invited Miss Meng to the Painting Association?" Sudi asked again.

Zhao Fan still nodded, and there was a little pity: "It's just that she doesn't want to enter." ”

Seeing that Zhao Fan said this sentence so calmly, Su Di didn't know what to say, he only exhaled deeply.

There are always ten painting associations in the country, Beijing is the general association, and the other nine painting associations, and the president of each branch association is in a high position in the general association of the Beijing Painting Association, either senior management or vice president.

These people are generally based in the capital.

The Beijing Painting Association, because of the large number of people, is one level higher than the Xiang Association, and the high-level personnel of the four major associations, those children of the hermit family, dare not provoke.

The status of the four associations in the capital is like that of the hermit family, almost equal.

So when I just heard Zhao Fan say that the president, Su Di didn't take the painting association into account at all, because T City is too small, and the painting association is not big.

As soon as he listened to Zhao Fan's explanation, Su Di understood.

The other party must have come for Meng Fu.

What can make the high-level people of the Beijing Painting Association come to T City to invite them in person is not just as simple as entering the T City Painting Association, but at least they have the intention of taking the other party under the door.

This is the shocking point of Sudi.

The apprentices of the high-level of the four major associations, this is placed in the capital, and it is not comparable to the leader of the small family.

Su Di's immobile and cold face collapsed a little, and his voice collapsed: "Miss Meng can still paint?" ”

He has also met several famous geniuses of the Beijing Painting Association, and each of them has at least one pair of practice strokes every day.

When did he see Meng Fu paint??

The mentality collapsed.

**

Upstairs.

"You really don't want to join?" During this time, President Yan also investigated Meng Fu's information, and he investigated very little information, all of which were information about Meng Fu's entertainment industry, and there was not much information about Meng Fu and Yu's family.

Meng Fu poured himself a glass of water, sat down opposite President Yan, and shook his head: "No." ”

President Yan told her a lot, and when he saw her say this, he was silent for a long time, he had never said much, and at this time, he even walked out of the words of persuasion, and only got up, ready to have the opportunity to ask again.

"Then you'll come back to me when you're connected." President Yan bowed his head at her.

Meng Fu took the teacup and went out with him.

President Yan walked to the door and remembered one thing again: "By the way, someone from the Beijing Painting Association took a fancy to your picture of the old man with dead wood and wanted to buy it for 400,000 yuan, can you sell it?" ”

Meng Fu is a newcomer, and 400,000 yuan is a sky-high price for a newcomer who is not well-known.

The outstanding youth competition this time is only 500,000, which is still under many halos.

Meng Fu, who was lazy and lazy and wanted to send President Yan out, was shocked when she heard 400,000, she looked up at President Yan, and seemed to be sober: "400,000? ”

"Well, this price is average," President Yan shook his head, "I refused for you, your painting has its own style, if you continue to paint, you will become famous in the future, and it will not be a problem to increase dozens of times, this person is buying your painting now, just for collection and investment." ”

President Yan said, and mentioned Meng Fu's entry into the Painting Association, "It's just that you don't want to enter the painting ......."

"No," Meng Fu suddenly grabbed President Yan's arm, put the cup in his hand, and then arched his hand, bent down at ninety degrees, and said very respectfully: "Master, I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, please accept the apprentice...... No, three worships! ”

President Yan, who was forced to stuff a teacup in his hand, mentioned it to Meng Fu many times on WeChat before, and persuaded Meng Fu for half an hour: "......??" ”

President Yan, what a serious person.

I've never been so confused.

He watched Meng Fu walk around the hall a few times, then made him a cup of tea again, and began to wonder why she had suddenly changed her hexagram.

Before, he gave his token to Meng Fu, although he didn't say it explicitly, but he had the intention of teaching Meng Fu.

He looked at Meng Fu, thought for a while, and only thought of one possibility-

Four hundred thousand.

Money.

I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't know why Meng Fu didn't want to join President Yan of the Painting Association, again: "......"

"Master, aren't you drinking?" Meng Fu stood in front of him very well-behaved, without the slightest perfunctory appearance before, "After drinking this cup of tea, you are my respected teacher!" ”

"Nope." President Yan shook his head.

Meng Fu: "......"

Is there a reincarnation in the way of heaven?

She Meng Fu also has this day?

President Yan looked at Meng Fu like this, and knew what she was thinking, he took a sip of tea before he said lightly, "I, Yan Langfeng, accept apprentices, how can I be so perfunctory." ”

The four associations in the capital are all arrogant, don't set a table, tell the world, where is the style of the four hegemons in the capital?

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