Chapter 147 147 The Four Kings of the Capital (one more)

   There are eighteen classes in the third grade of high school, seventeen general classes, and one rocket class.

  Jiang Xinran is in the rocket class.

No. 1 Middle School will conduct monthly exams every month. Jiang Xinran participated in the Art Association Youth Competition this month. If she wins this ranking, it will give her a bonus for the college entrance examination, but she wasted too much time this month, and she was looking for someone to get an intensive class. I didn't write the title. The exam was due this week. Before the exam, she remembered that Meng Fu was also in the first middle school, so she asked someone to ask which class she was in.

  Who knows, when I asked, Meng Fu was not in one of the seventeen ordinary classes.

  As for the Rocket Class...

  Jiang Xinran never thought about it. The students in 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, University A has repeatedly invited him to be an honorary professor of the Department of Mathematics of University A, but he refused. He has not left at the First Middle School and only occasionally gives a lecture.

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

  Continental University’s special recruitment exam places, this is indeed more challenging than struggling in A.

  "Have never heard of her name?" Yu Zhenling looked at Grandpa Jiang subconsciously.

  Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen are both in the same middle school. Naturally, she knew that none of the thirty-eight classes of high school and 17 classes were named Meng Fu. As a result, it was obvious that Meng Fu was not in the same 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 a problem somewhere.

  On the stairs, Mr. Jiang pressed his lips. He did not express his opinion, but only looked at Yu Zhenling, "Jiang Yu can't lie."

  It seems that his expression has not changed much.

  And then poked the cane upstairs.

  This week, the Jiang family’s structure in T City has obviously changed. Listening to the father’s words, Jiang Xinran just tucked his hair behind his ears, and the smile on his face could not be maintained.

   "It's okay, you go back and take a bath first, you are tired these few days." Yu Zhenling looked down and asked Jiang Xinran to go back to the room to sleep.

  Jiang Xinran lowered his head and went upstairs.

  Downstairs, Yu Zhenling looked at the back of the old man leaving, and took the phone to call Yu Yong.

   said what happened tonight.

On the other side of the phone, Yu Yong, who was discussing with Yu Lao, paused. He stood up from his chair and said, "She refused Tong's invitation? Even if she can't enter, it is very rare to be able to use this to enter Beijing. Your father did not persuade him. she was?"

  The capital is the hub center. No family does not want to enter the capital. Entering the center of influence is the ultimate goal of each family.

With so many families in T City, the Chu family settled in the capital and became a hermit family. On the same level as the owner of T City, the Tong family was the next Chu family.

Many people in T City are optimistic about the Jiang family because of the Xiang Xie, but no matter how optimistic about the final development, it will only be T City. If Meng Fu takes this opportunity to enter the perfume industry, Jiang’s family will be closer to the Beijing hub. step.

   "No," Yu Zhenling shook her head directly, "The whole Jiang family, he loves Meng Fu the most."

  Yu Yong was silent for a moment, "Your father... is indeed old."

  Not as decisive as before.

  "The preliminary results will come out tomorrow

   "And Xinchen..." Yu Yong mentioned Jiang Xinchen, 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 the steward Jiang that although this kid's grades are not as good as that of me, he is more keen on finances than his father, and even the old man has taken him seriously recently. He's still at the company with his dad now."

   "He has a kind of 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 nodded, "I was also surprised, but he has been in the company recently, and his math scores have always been poor. I will tell Xin Ran later and let her see if he needs tutoring."

"You can figure it out. As for Meng Fu," Yu Yong is not clear about the internal news of Jiang's family, but the last time Meng Fu resolved MS did make him care. "She has been back for two years, you should also do it for her. Banquet, by the way, find an opportunity to bring her home for a meal, the old man has not seen her seriously yet."

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

  Two years after Meng Fu came back, Jiang Quan had previously said that she would hold a confession banquet for her, but Yu Zhenling turned the subject off.

  It has been more than two years, and the Yu family has always pretended not to happen.

  In the past two years, Meng Fu has never seen what Yu's gate looks like.

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

  **

  Upstairs.

  Master Jiang returned to the study and did not read a book. Instead, he turned on the computer and boarded QQ.

  An elderly person, as soon as he logged on, 99+ messages popped up on QQ.

  These are all Meng Fu's support group 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 news in each group, and everyone on the friend list found that he was online.

  A new message popped up——

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

  Yin Bingnian: [Link: //%￥#&……]

  Yin Bingnian: [These are people who have an academic degree in Black Fuck on the Internet. They found that they can’t blacken their looks and variety shows, they can only have black education. 】

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

  Yin Bingnian, had a face-to-face with Mr. Jiang. Not only did he face him, but he also received a lot of couriers from him. It was either an autographed photo of Meng Fu, or Meng Fu’s surroundings.

  In short, everyone who has entered the Meng Fu fan group knows that "Grandpa who loves the hospital" is not only a local tyrant, but also knows a lot of inside information.

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

   Both are Meng Fu's official scoring, and they will communicate with each other when they encounter things. After knowing that Meng Fu was the first middle school, the old man vowed to tell Yin Bingnian that there would be no problems with his education in the future.

  At this time, he silently looked at each other’s message: "..."

  He is really, so distressed.

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

After    posted, he minimized the qq, opened the web page to log in to Weibo, went to check in, and went to fight the black fans for three hundred rounds by the way.

  **

  Meng Fu is still dispensing medicine to Tang Ze in the study.

  Someone knocked on the door outside.

  Meng Fu stood by the table, mixed three kinds of medicinal materials, and did not raise his head: "Come in."

  It was Zhao Fan who came in. She brought a glass of milk and looked at Meng Fu, "Still busy, aren't you sleeping? I'm going to the theater tomorrow."

  The things in Meng Fu's hands are weird, and Zhao Fan has never seen it. He just thinks that every instrument is very delicate.

   "Wait," Meng Fu shook her head. She mixed the medicine, then looked up and looked at Zhao Fan: "Help me contact the high-level director. I will finish filming this week's scene in advance."

  Meng Fu has always been filming quickly. Zhao Fan was not particularly surprised by her request. Meng Fu had finished filming a day earlier.

"Okay, let me say it," Zhao Fan nodded. "The new exercises that Teacher Zhou gave you, Brother Cheng has just printed out for you. I will receive the luggage for you, so I don't need to write it tonight. "

  Meng Fu gave her an "OK" gesture, looking very busy.

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

  She closed the door gently, and Su Di on the other side had just come out of the kitchen and was wiping his hands with paper towels. Both of them were about to leave. They will get up early tomorrow to go to the studio with Meng Fu.

  Su Di sorted out the garbage bags and was about to open the door.

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

  "You are..." Su Di raised his head and looked at the man.

  The other party is about 60 or 70 years old, with a sturdy head, wearing a very old dress, and a very simple atmosphere.

   "My name is Yan," the other person didn't look inside very politely, and his voice was extremely polite, "Does Meng Fu live here?"

  Can find here, Su Di knew that it must be Meng Fu's signal, he quickly let a gap, the other party came in, "Mr. Yan, please come in."

  While giving way, Su Di was also extremely curious in his heart. After staying with Meng Fu for three months, he had not seen this person.

  In the house, Zhao Fan washed the milk cup that Meng Fu had just done, put the cup in place, and asked, "Su Di, it's Brother Cheng..."

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

   "Chairman?" Zhao Fan was taken aback, then reacted, and quickly gave the old man a teacup, "Why are you here?"

  Zhao Fan and Meng Fu visited the T City Painting Association, and also met the president of the painting association. Although there is only one side, the president of the painting association 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 and looked around the room, looking a little anxious, "Where is she?"

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

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

  Su Di glanced at the chairman. He wanted to stay. Seeing Meng Fu said this, he didn't force him to stay, so he left with Zhao Fan, "That's OK, Miss Meng will call me if you have something to do."

  The two went out together.

  After closing the door, Su Di took out the car key from his pocket and asked Zhao Fan, “Who was that just now? What is the president? The Go club?”

  President, that is also the president of some association.

  Su Di thought of the chess skills that Meng Fu had revealed in variety shows before, and the Xuanyuan Bureau of Wanmin Village.

Zhao Fan also carried a bag of **** and walked to the trash can downstairs. When Su Di asked her, she replied, "The president of the T City Painting Association, she drew a picture of an old man with a dead wood before. The president of the painting association found out, and I asked her to go to the painting association, and wanted to let her join the painting association, but she didn't agree. After more than a month, he came to the door again, hoping he would succeed."

  Unfortunately, Meng Fu didn't let her stay and watch.

  Speaking of these, Zhao Fan has some regrets. If Meng Fu joined the Art Association, it would be much more convenient in the entertainment circle.

  While she was talking, she walked towards the car.

  One month later, apart from regret, Zhao Fan is no longer shocked at first, after all...

  Meng Fu can even refuse to enter the art association.

   Zhao Fan was startled and numb, and could not even bring up any emotions.

  After walking two steps, he found that Su Di did not follow.

  Zhao Fan stopped and looked at Su Di, "Are you not leaving?"

  Su Di raised his head. He didn't know what tone of voice he would use to speak to Zhao Fan, "Is that the president of the painting association just now?"

   "Really?" Zhao Fan nodded.

  "He personally invited Miss Meng to the Art Association?" Su Di asked again.

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

  Seeing that Zhao Fan said this sentence so calmly, Su Di no longer knew what to say, he only let out a deep breath.

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

  These people are generally based in the capital.

  Because of the large number of people, the Beijing Painting Association is one level higher than the Xiangxie Association. The senior staff of the four major associations and the children of the hermit family dare not provoke them.

  The status of the Four Associations in the capital is almost equal to that of the hidden family.

So when I just heard Zhao Fan say the chairman, Su Di did not consider the Art Association at all, because T City is too small and the Art Association is not big. For so many years, few people from the T City Art Association have been promoted. It is impossible for the president of this kind of local association to travel from the capital to the Beijing Painting Association.

  Listening to Zhao Fanyi’s explanation, Su Di understood.

  The other party must have come for Meng Fu.

  It is not only as simple as joining the T City Art Association, that people from the top of the Beijing Art Association can come to T City to invite, at least they have the plan to bring the other party into the family.

  This is Su Di’s shocking point.

   High-level apprentices of the four major associations, this is located in the capital, and it is not comparable to the leader of a small family.

  Su Di is still as a mountain on weekdays, and his cold face is a little broken, and his voice is broken: "Ms. Meng can still paint?"

  He has also met several famous geniuses from the Beijing Painting Association. Everyone has at least one brushstroke painting every day.

  When did he see Meng Fu painted? ?

  The mentality collapsed.

  **

  Upstairs.

"Really don't want to join?" During this period, Chairman Yan also investigated Meng Fu's information. The information he investigated was very small, all of which were from the entertainment industry of Meng Fu. Regarding the news about Meng Fu and Yu's family, Yan The president found not much information.

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

  President Yan told her a lot. Seeing her saying this, he was silent for a while. He hadn't talked much. At this time, he couldn't even say anything to persuade, so he just got up and prepared to come back again when he had a chance.

  "Then come to me if you figure it out." Chairman Yan nodded at her.

  Meng Fu took a teacup and went out with him.

  President Yan walked to the door, and remembered another thing: "By the way, your picture of the old man with a dead wood. Someone from the Beijing Art Association took a fancy to it and wanted to buy it for 400,000 yuan. Would you like to sell it?"

  Meng Fu is a newcomer, and 400,000 yuan is a sky-high price for a newcomer with little reputation.

  The youth tournament is relatively good, only 500,000, which is still under a lot of halo.

   Originally lazy, Meng Fu, who was about to send President Yan to go out, heard 400,000, and she was shocked. She raised her head to look at President Yan, and seemed to wake up: "400,000?"

"Well, the price is average," Chairman Yan shook his head, "I refused for you. Your painting has its own character. If you paint it, it will become famous in the future. It won't be a problem to double it several times, this person. Buying your paintings now is just for collecting and investing."

  President Yan said, and then 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 Chairman Yan's arm, put the cup on his hand, then arched his hand, bent over ninety degrees, and said respectfully: "Master, I don’t know Taishan, please One subject...no, three prayers!"

  He was forcibly stuffed with a teacup in his hand, and he had mentioned to Meng Fu many times on WeChat before that, and he himself persuaded Meng Fu for half an hour, "...?"

  President Yan, what a serious person.

   has never been so confused.

  He watched Meng Fu circle the hall a few times, then made him a cup of tea again, and began to think about how she suddenly changed her mind.

  Before he gave his token to Meng Fu. Although he didn't say it clearly, he planned to teach Meng Fu.

  He looked at Meng Fu, thought for a long time, but only thought of one possibility——

  400,000.

  Money.

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

   "Master, don't you drink it?" Meng Fu stood in front of him very well, without seeing the perfunctory before, "After drinking this cup of tea, you are my respected teacher!"

   "No." Chairman Yan shook his head.

  Meng Fu: "..."

  There is 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 about. He took a sip of tea before he said lightly, “I’m Yan Langfeng accepting disciples, how can I be so perfunctory.”

  The Four Beijing Associations are all used to being arrogant. They don’t set up a table and tell the world. Where is the style of the Beijing Four?

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