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

A few months ago, after Yan Langfeng saw her painting, he told her to put her painting in the library of T City.

The more modern and contemporary paintings are admired, but there are very few first-class people who go to freehand painting, and even fewer can produce results, because freehand painting pays attention to the charm and form of the spirit, and if you want to make achievements, you need a certain talent.

Meng Fu's paintings are different from the paintings of other freehand schools of the Painting Association, but tend to the style of more ancient freehand masters, and this style can not be practiced overnight.

After Yan Langfeng confirmed Meng Fu's age, he only used the sentence "God appreciates food" to describe Meng Fu's naturally formed wind bones.

The lower four floors of the library were for students to see, and after he put the paintings there, the members of the T-City Painting Association developed a freehand flow of dead wood style.

So after the show was broadcast, Meng Fu's sentence of "self-drawn" and "original" attracted the attention of several people who knew the painting.

Most of these artists, like Yu Yong, are more or less high-minded, and they are very angry at Meng Fu's practice of "plagiarism" and "setting up people".

Especially in these years, artists are relatively low in the eyes of other industries, and there is a sentence that often appears on the Internet - "Now anyone can really be a star".

Meng Fu has been on fire recently, waiting for her to make a mistake with a bunch of opponents, this time this incident happened, countless people will come to step on it.

In order to protect Meng Fu, Sheng Yu's people held a press conference to publicly apologize in order to minimize the impact, but even if it is minimized, it still has a relatively big impact on Meng Fu.

Even Shengyu's stock price has fluctuated.

Sheng Yu's public relations and senior management were busy with this matter, and now when they heard Meng Fu's words, Manager Sheng nodded, and while using his mobile phone to contact the public relations department for a press conference, he spoke: "Then you can draw well, naturally you can't call it copying......"

Halfway through his words, he seemed to react and looked up, "You—you mean...... The ...... of the T City Painting Association Library Yes, you painted it? ”

The vice president and secretary who walked to the door didn't want to listen to what Meng Fu said, their feet were misplaced, and they almost tripped over themselves.

Meng Fu listened to the sound of the milk carton being thrown into the trash, and yawned indifferently: "I drew it several years ago, and my teacher put it in the library four months ago." ”

She was unhurried from beginning to end, leaning on the back of the chair, and looking drowsy, but this sentence was not a joke at all.

"How do you prove that you painted it? Does the painting association have a record? The vice president, who originally wanted to leave, heard Meng Fu's painting and turned back, "You have to think clearly, this is the Painting Association, it is easy for you to lie and be exposed by them, and our Shengyu stock has fallen several points because of this." ”

"If there is a proof, it would be best if the press conference could come up at three o'clock in the afternoon."

He looked at Meng Fu, his eyes were dark, his expression was serious, there was no anger and coldness just now, but his expression was well managed, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

For a while, it was impossible to tell whether the deputy always believed in Meng Fu or not.

"I don't know, you wait, I'll ask my teacher." Meng Fu took out his mobile phone and made a WeChat call to Yan Langfeng.

didn't ring twice, Yan Langfeng answered, on the other end of the phone, he put down the teacup and raised his eyebrows: "Apprentice, don't tell me that you don't want to participate in the jury of the art exhibition." ”

"That's not," Meng Fu thought about it, then turned on the speakerphone, and told him about the deadwood diagram, "So now I want to prove that the diagram is mine, you ask those people in T City to issue a certificate for me, and I will use it for the press conference in the afternoon." ”

"And that kind of thing?" Yan Langfeng squinted slightly, he got up, walked to the window, and looked down at the time on his watch: "Those fools on the Internet, even if you get a proof, they won't believe it, what time will you hold a press conference?" ”

"Three o'clock." Meng Fu replied.

"Three points? That's too late," Yan Langfeng raised his eyebrows, "That's it, I'll let Xiao Shen come to your press conference." ”

Meng Fu nodded, "That's pretty convenient." ”

After she finished speaking, Yan Langfeng knew that there was nothing else, and she didn't refuse to be a judge, so she began to complain, "Look, there's nothing fun in the entertainment industry, except that the bar spirit is a troll, it's better to be a painting association......"

"Teacher, if it's okay," Meng Fu knew, and if she continued to chat, her teacher would ask her to give up the entertainment industry and return to the Painting Association, "I'll hang up first, I've been too tired lately." ”

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

Meng Fu waited for Yan Langfeng to hang up the voice, then looked up at the vice president, and then at Manager Sheng, "It should be okay now, right?" ”

Although a few people didn't know who the teacher on Meng Fu's phone was, listening to the conversation between the two, what kind of "judge", Meng Fu's casual sentence made "those people in T City open a certificate" can also realize that Meng Fu's teacher is not simple.

The vice president looked at Meng Fu, changed his previous attitude, and his expression became much softer, "Meng Fu, is Xiao Shen from the T City Painting Association that your teacher said just now?" ”

"Of course." Meng Fu nodded.

"That's good, seeing that you're tired, let's go back and rest, at half past two in the afternoon, come downstairs to the company, and we will have a press conference on time at three o'clock." The vice president continued to smile, and then turned his head to ask the secretary to send Meng Fu downstairs.

The vice president and Manager Sheng Yi Tong sent Meng Fu to the elevator, and when the elevator door closed, the vice president couldn't help but look at Manager Sheng: "Meng Fu, she can also paint Chinese?" Who is she from the Painting Association? Why haven't I seen your marketing? ”