379 Master Yan found a Big Shot for Meng Fu to attend the press conference, her teacher is not simple
When Meng Fu heard this, he also knew the whole story.
A few months ago, after Yan langfeng had seen her painting, he had told her that he would put it in T city’s library.
Nowadays, freehand painting was highly respected, but there were very few people who walked the path of freehand painting, and even fewer who could produce results. This was because freehand painting paid attention to the charm and the form and spirit. If one wanted to produce results, a certain amount of talent was required.
Meng Fu’s painting was different from the other schools of calligraphy in the art Association. It was more inclined to the style of ancient freehand brushwork Masters. This kind of style could not be practiced overnight.
After Yan langfeng confirmed Meng Fu’s age, he could only describe his naturally formed character as ” heaven’s gift “.
The lower four floors of the library were for students to see. After he put the painting there, the members of T city’s Art Association developed a style of writing on the withered wood.
Hence, when the show was broadcast, Meng Fu’s words ” my own Painting ” and ” original ” attracted the attention of a few people who knew about the painting.
Most of these artists were like Yu Yong. They were more or less aloof from worldly matters. They were furious at Meng Fu’s ‘plagiarism’ and ‘setting up a character’.
Especially in this day and age, artistes were considered to be below average in the eyes of other industries. There was a saying that often appeared on the internet-” nowadays, anyone can really be a star.
Meng Fu had been on fire recently, and there were a lot of people waiting for her to make a mistake. This time, countless people would come to step on her.
In order to protect Meng Fu, Sheng Yu’s people had to hold a press conference to make a public apology to minimize the impact. However, even if it was minimized, it would still have a big impact on Meng Fu.
Even Sheng Yu’s stock price fluctuated.
Sheng Yu’s public relations and higher-ups were all busy with this matter. When they heard Meng Fu’s words, manager Sheng nodded and contacted the public relations department to hold a press conference. then what you’ve drawn naturally can’t be called copying ...
Halfway through his sentence, he seemed to have reacted and looked up. you, you mean ... The one in the art Association Library in T city ... You ... You drew it?”
The Vice President and the Secretary, who had walked to the door, didn’t want to hear what Meng Fu had to say anymore, but their feet shifted and they almost tripped.
Meng Fu heard the sound of the milk carton being thrown into the trash can and yawned indifferently. “I drew it a few years ago. My teacher put it in the library four months ago.”
She had been calm from the beginning to the end, leaning back in her chair drowsily, but she did not sound like she was joking.
“How can you prove that you drew it? Does the art Association have a record of this?” The Vice President, who was about to leave, turned back when he heard Meng Fu’s painting. you have to think this through. This is the art Association. It’s easy for them to see through your lies. Our Sheng Yu’s stock price has dropped by a few points because of this.
if there’s proof, it’ll be best if it can be produced at the press conference at three in the afternoon.
He looked at Meng Fu, his eyes dark and his expression serious. There was no anger or coldness, but he managed his expression well, giving off an unfathomable feeling.
For a moment, no one could tell if the Vice President believed Meng Fu or not.
I’m not sure. Wait, I’ll ask my teacher. Meng Fu took out his phone and gave Yan langfeng a call.
Yan langfeng picked up the phone after two rings. He put down his teacup and raised his eyebrows, disciple, don’t tell me you don’t want to be a judge for the art exhibition.
that’s not it. Meng Fu thought about it and turned on the speaker. He told him about the map. so I need to prove that the map is mine. Get the people in T city to give me a certificate. I need it for the press conference this afternoon.
“There’s such a thing?” Yan langfeng slightly squinted his eyes, got up and walked to the window. He looked down at the time on his watch, those idiots online won’t believe you even if you provide proof. What time are you holding the press conference? ”
“Three O ‘clock,” Meng Fu replied.
“Three points? there’s still time, ” Yan langfeng raised his eyebrows, ” how about this, I’ll ask little Shen to come to your press conference.
Meng Fu nodded. that’s convenient.
After she finished speaking, Yan langfeng knew that there was nothing else. She did not refuse to be a judge, but began to complain, ” you see, there’s nothing fun in the entertainment industry. There are only trolls and trolls, the art Association is better ...
teacher, if there’s nothing else ... Meng Fu knew that if she continued to chat, her teacher would ask her to give up the entertainment industry and return to the art Association. I’ll hang up first. I’ve been too tired recently.
then have a good rest. Don’t tire yourself out ... Yan langfeng reminded Meng Fu again before hanging up.
Meng Fu waited for Yan langfeng to hang up before he looked up at the Vice President and then at manager Sheng. is it okay now? ”
Although they didn’t know who the teacher on the phone was, from the conversation between the two of them, what ” judge “? Meng Fu’s casual sentence of ” asking the people in T city to issue a certificate ” also meant that this teacher of Meng Fu’s was not simple.
The Vice President looked at Meng Fu and changed his attitude. His expression was much gentler now. Meng Fu, is the little Shen that your teacher mentioned from T city’s Art Association? ”
“Of course.” Meng Fu nodded.
that’s good. You look tired, so go back and rest. Come to the office at 2:30 p.m. We’ll have a press conference at 3 p.m. Sharp. The Vice President continued to smile, then turned his head and asked the Secretary to send Meng Fu downstairs.
The Vice President and manager Sheng, Yi Tong, walked Meng Fu to the elevator. When the elevator door closed, the Vice President could not help but look at manager Sheng.”Meng Fu knows how to draw? What was she to the art Association? Why haven’t I seen you guys do any marketing before?”
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