Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Meng Fu knew the cause and effect after hearing this.

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

Modern and contemporary praise is the freehand painting, but there are very few people who are first-class in freehand painting, and even fewer can achieve results, because freehand painting pays attention to charm and form, and to achieve results, you need a certain amount of talent.

Meng Fu's paintings are different from other freehand brushwork paintings of the Association, but more inclined to the style of ancient freehand brushwork masters. This kind of style cannot be cultivated overnight.

After confirming Meng Fu's age, Yan Langfeng only used the phrase "God rewards the meal" to describe Meng Fu's natural character.

The lower four floors of the library are all for students to see. After he put the paintings there, the members of the T City Art Association created a style of freehand brushwork.

So after the show was broadcast, Meng Fu's words "painted by myself" and "original" attracted the attention of several people who knew the painting.

Most of these artists, like Yu Yong, are more or less noble, and are very angry at Meng Fu's practice of "plagiarizing" and "creating people".

Especially these days, artists are relatively inferior in the eyes of other industries. There is a saying that often appears on the Internet-"Now anyone can be a star."

Meng Fu has been on fire recently, and there are a lot of opponents waiting for her to make a mistake. This time, when this happened, countless people would come and step on her.

In order to protect Meng Fu, Sheng Yu held a press conference to apologize publicly to minimize the impact, but even if it was minimized, it still had a relatively large impact on Meng Fu.

Even Shengyu's stock price fluctuated.

Sheng Yu's public relations and senior management were all overwhelmed by this matter. Hearing Meng Fu's words, Manager Sheng nodded, and while using his mobile phone to contact the public relations department for a press conference, he said, "Then you can draw well, naturally. It cannot be called copying..."

Halfway through the speech, he seemed to have come to his senses, and raised his head, "You, you mean...the one in the library of the Art Association of T City...was, you painted it?"

The vice president and the secretary who walked to the door didn't want to hear what Meng Fu had to say, but they misplaced their feet and almost tripped over them.

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

She was calm from the beginning to the end, leaning on the back of the chair, looking drowsy, but what she said was not meant to be a joke at all.

"How do you prove that you painted it? Does the Association have records?" The vice president, who was about to leave, turned back when he heard Meng Fu's painting. It was so easy to unravel, and our stock in Shengyu fell several points because of this.”

"If there is proof, it would be the best if it can be presented at the press conference at three o'clock in the afternoon."

He looked at Meng Fu, his eyes were dark, his expression was serious, not as angry and cold as before, but his expression was well managed, giving people a feeling of inscrutability.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the vice president believed in Meng Fu or not.

"I don't know, wait a minute, I'll ask my teacher." Meng Fu took out his mobile phone and called Yan Langfeng on WeChat.

After two rings, Yan Langfeng answered the phone. On the other end of the phone, he put down his teacup and raised his eyebrows: "Teacher, don't tell me that you don't want to be a judge of the art exhibition."

"That's not it." Meng Fu thought for a while, turned on the speakerphone, and told him about the dead tree picture, "So I want to prove that the picture is mine now, and you ask those people in T city to issue a certificate to him. I need it for the afternoon press conference."

"Is there such a thing?" Yan Langfeng narrowed his eyes 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 prove it, they won't believe it, what time do you hold the press conference?" ?”

"Three o'clock." Meng Fu returned.

"Three o'clock? Then there's still time," Yan Langfeng raised his eyebrows, "How about this, I'll let Xiao Shen come to your press conference."

Meng Fu nodded, "That's quite convenient."

After she finished speaking, Yan Langfeng knew that there was nothing else to do, and she didn't refuse to be a judge, so she began to complain, "Look, there is nothing interesting in the entertainment industry, except for gangsters who are trolls, and the painting association is better..."

"Teacher, if it's okay," Meng Fu knew, if the chat continued, her teacher would ask her to give up the entertainment circle and return to the painting association. "I'll hang up first, I'm too tired recently."

"Then take a good rest and don't get tired..." Yan Langfeng told Meng Fu again before hanging up the phone.

Meng Fu waited for Yan Langfeng to hang up, then looked up at the vice president, then at manager Sheng, "It should be all right now, right?"

Although the few people didn't know who the teacher on Meng Fu's phone was, they could understand the conversation between the two of them. What "judges" were, and Meng Fu's casual sentence made "those people in T City issue a certificate". Fu's teacher is not simple.

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

"Of course." Meng Fu nodded.

"That's good. Seeing that you are quite tired, go back and rest. Come downstairs to the company at 2:30 in the afternoon. We will hold a press conference on time at 3 o'clock." The vice president continued to smile, and then turned his head to ask the secretary to see Meng Fu off. go downstairs.

The vice president and Yi Tong, manager Sheng, took Meng Fu to the elevator. When the elevator door closed, the vice president couldn't help but look at Manager Sheng: "Meng Fu, she can also do traditional Chinese painting? Who is she from the painting association? Why not?" Have you seen your marketing?"