Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 185 185 Count the entire city of T, just him!

  There are many people at the main entrance of the Master Painting Association. When she contacted Yan Langfeng, the other party had already told her.

   gave her the address of the back door.

  Compared to the front door, the back door has almost no one and no guards. You can only enter by swiping the access card.

  Meng Fu opened the door of the car and let Grandpa Jiang get out of the car. Listening to Grandpa Jiang’s words, she was silent for a moment: "...maybe."

  Old man Jiang got out of the car with a cane. Hearing the words, he only glanced at Meng Fu suspiciously, not knowing what Meng Fu’s phrase "maybe" means.

  The driver also quickly got out of the driver's seat and followed the two of them.

  The back door of the Painting Association is a fence-like iron gate. On weekdays, logistics personnel pass through. Too many people gather at the main entrance inside. Occasionally, only one car passes by the back door.

Inside    is a concrete road, and no one is seen on the road.

Elder Jiang looked eagerly, and no one showed up at the end of the road, so he turned his gaze to Meng Fu, a little hesitant: "Your master is from the Painting Association? Isn't he in your village?"

  He saw Meng Fu’s variety show from the beginning to the end, and he naturally knew that in the best idol issue, Meng Fu mentioned her master.

  At that time, Mr. Jiang knew that Meng Fu had a master in Wanmin Village.

   "That's not the case, I found another master." Meng Fu's eyes were good, and she had seen someone coming at the end of the road, so she stood up straight.

   "Has he not come out yet?" Old man Jiang continued to look inside the back door.

  At this time, both he and the driver could see someone coming at the end of the road.

  Elder Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu if it was her teacher. He saw that the person headed by him was dressed in a long gown. He was not angry and mighty, and there were several respectful subordinates behind him. Elder Jiang didn't ask.

  Elder Jiang is a business man. Although he has a relationship with the Yu family, he doesn't know anyone from the painting association, and he has never joined the painting association.

  But this doesn't prevent Old Man Jiang from seeing people's gaze. The headed person seems to be not comparable to Yu Yong in terms of aura or other aspects, at least one level with Yu Yong.

   "You drive the car aside," Mr. Jiang said to the driver, "Don't block other people's way."

  As soon as there was no one at the intersection, the driver parked the car by the door. Now that someone comes out, it is not appropriate for the car to stop here.

  The driver also knew that, he nodded, took the car key and turned back to move the car.

  Inside the door.

  Yan Langfeng walked in front, followed by two people with notebooks, and three people from the T City General Association behind him.

He is telling the two people around him. These two are his assistants. At this moment, he is mainly talking about the speech waiting for the meeting. "As far as the outlines I have listed, I will teach you those on weekdays. The video and speech manuscripts are both In that USB flash drive, when you encounter an emergency, you will connect with me."

  Although these two assistants are not Yan Langfeng’s apprentices, they have also learned a lot from Yan Langfeng.

  The status of Beijing Association is higher than other teachers.

  In the past few years, when Yan Langfeng did not come to T City, his assistants held meetings for him. Their status in the T City Painting Association is comparable to the vice president.

  Now that Yan Langfeng is about to leave, these two assistants naturally go up.

  A group of people walked with wind, and the momentum was very strong, and the corners of Yan Langfeng's robes were taken up.

  As he was about to reach the door, the people behind him trot quickly, took out the access card and opened the door.

   "That's roughly it. At that time, the order will be maintained at the scene. Ask the city owner to find a team of people to maintain order." Yan Langfeng forgot to walk outside while admonishing the people around him.

Here, Mr. Jiang, with his vision, he can naturally see that this pedestrian is extraordinary. He watched Meng Fu standing still, holding a cane in one hand and holding Meng Fu’s arm with the other, pulling her aside. He straightened his expression and lowered his voice, "Fu'er, these people should be the senior members of the Painting Association, don't stand in the way."

  The two of them were standing in the middle of the door, but when they were pulled by Old Man Jiang, they walked to the edge of the road.

  People were outside, Meng Fu was wearing a hat, and she didn't say a word when she heard what Elder Jiang said.

  The driver parked the car at the intersection and trot over.

  After seeing the pedestrian on Mount Yanlang going out, he didn't continue to walk forward, but stopped at the door to talk.

   "Master, that's the head of the Cultural Affairs Bureau..." The driver saw the face of the person holding the access card behind Yan Langfeng, he couldn't help but paused, and spoke very quietly in the ear of Mr. Jiang.

  Jiang’s driver came to the Art Association to take over more than once.

   has come more often, and I also know several vice-chairmen of the Painting Association. One of them is the director of the Cultural Bureau.

Based on the principle of respecting strangers, Mr. Jiang did not look carefully. He glanced at the driver's words inadvertently.

  T City Cultural Bureau Director, T City’s local news and newspapers often appear in T City local news and newspapers. Although Mr. Jiang has no contact with the Cultural Bureau, he reads news and newspapers daily.

  He squinted his eyes, and this person appeared in the Painting Association. With this imposing manner, the driver said he was the head of the Cultural Bureau, and Mr. Jiang didn't doubt it at all.

  Think about the director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau trotting to open the door to the front man. Elder Jiang motioned to the driver, and then took Meng Fu a step back.

   Let the cultural bureau open the door for it.

  Elder Jiang is full of calculations. Except for the city lord of T and the president of the painting association from the capital, the entire T city cannot find a third one.

  Old man Jiang looked awe-inspiring.

Although the Jiang family is now one of the top wealthies in T City, it is just a "rich family". Unlike these "powerful", these people may determine the life and death of a rich family as soon as they open their mouths.

   "Wait until they leave." Old man Jiang tilted his head and whispered in Meng Fu's ear.

  **

   "That's it, you can go back." After Yan Langfeng said to the people around him, he waved his hand to let them go back.

  He raised his head and looked around, and saw three people huddled in the corner of the door. Although Meng Fu was wearing a peaked cap, Yan Langfeng could recognize her at a glance.

  He raised his eyebrows, waved his hand to the people around him, motioned for them to leave, then raised his foot and walked directly towards Meng Fu.

   "Didn't you say that you don't want to learn painting?" Old man Jiang still tilted his head and asked Meng Fu.

  Besides, the driver didn’t know what he saw. For the first time, he dared to poke Old Man Jiang’s arm: "Old...Master..."

   "What?" Old man Jiang tilted his head and followed the driver's gaze.

   saw the person who had just walked in front of the Cultural Affairs Bureau walking towards them. His face was slightly old, his eyes were muddy but sharp, and his hands were behind his back, making him look full of momentum.

  The other party's purpose is very clear, that is, to come towards them.

  Old man Jiang didn’t know what he thought of, so he suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Fu.

  This person will not...

  He was thinking, Meng Fu had taken off his hat and stood upright. She was not surprised, but she waved with Yan Langfeng and said hello: "Teacher, are you all done?"

   "Well," Yan Langfeng smiled when he saw Meng Fu, and his gaze was naturally placed on the old man next to Meng Fu, "This is..."

   "This is my grandfather," Meng Fu pointed to Mr. Jiang and introduced him, and then said to Mr. Jiang, "Grandpa, this is the master I worshiped some time ago. He taught me to paint."

  Yan Langfeng also guessed the identity of the old man in front of him. He was not surprised, but kindly extended his hand, "Master Jiang, hello, I am Meng Fu’s master, Yan Langfeng."

  Yanlang Peak.

  The name Art Association and most people in T City have never heard of it.

  But most people have heard the three words "President Yan".

  At least, Mr. Jiang heard Yu Yong mention "President Yan" more than once.

  Before, Mr. Jiang was speculating that there was no second person in the door for the Director of Cultural Affairs Bureau to accompany him, except for Chairman Yan.

  Old man Jiang and the driver stood beside them like this, listening to the two of them, their brains exploded in an instant.

  Old man Jiang has been in the mall for many years and has experienced countless ups and downs. He was able to withstand the MS fragrance incident last time by Meng Fu.

  This is the first time, his whole person is like being hit by five thunders, his mind is dumb, and he can't react for a while.

  Because no matter what he thinks, he will never think of Chairman Yan's head.

  Yu family has been fighting for this for decades, and Yu Yongcai has reached the stage of Vice-Member of T City, but he is still far from the status of Chairman Yan and his status.

  Although Mr. Jiang had thought about making Meng Fu worship Yu Yong as a teacher before, she would add a lot of artistic points.

  But both Mr. Jiang and Jiang Quan knew in their hearts that he saw that Meng Fu had been wearing a filter to allow Yu Yong to accept Meng Fu as his disciple. There is also hope that Yu Yongkan agreed on the grounds that Meng Fu was his daughter.

  After all, Jiang Xinran painted in elementary school, but Meng Fu never studied it.

  Meng Fu worshiping Yu Yongdu is a bit dangerous. Father Jiang did not dare to think about it. She worshipped a teacher, and this teacher was Yan Langfeng.

  Don’t talk about Mr. Jiang, even the driver next to him knows what it means.

  President Yan’s apprentice, not to mention looking at T City, even if it is in the capital, people dare not underestimate it.

  The three words "President Yan" is the best sign. Not to mention the future, but now, the five words "Prentice Yan of the president" are enough to firmly press on Yongyi's head!

  Master Jiang's head was a little dizzy. He looked at Yan Langfeng's hand outstretched, and he felt a little unreal.

   also tremblingly stretched out his hand, and his voice seemed to float: "Hello, I am Meng Fu's grandfather..."

  **

  Jiang’s house.

  After Father Jiang left, Yu Zhenling returned. Seeing that Father Jiang was not at home, she entertained Yang Hua.

   "These are all San Ran things," Yu Zhenling took Yang Hua around Jiang Xinran's room, and then took her to Jiang Xinran's studio. "The paintings above are all made by San Ran."

  Yu Zhenling pointed at the paintings hanging around, and spoke lightly.

  Yang Hua took a look.

  She doesn't know how to paint, but she has seen many paintings. This one is not as good as Master Meng Fu's.

  Yang Hua took a look, then retracted her gaze and went to see the trophies and awards around.

  Seeing Yang Hua like this, Yu Zhenling did not explain to the other party that these paintings were all exhibited in art exhibitions.

  No need.

"These are her three good students since she was a child. These are the competition awards she won. The maths just won a province three last time." Seeing Yang Hua looking at the certificate wall, Yu Zhenling continued to speak, her tone of pride was difficult to hide. "Here are the first and second prizes she won in painting. This is her fifth-level piano certificate..."

  Yu Zhenling said this to Yang Hua, just to let the other party know how good she has cultivated Jiang Xinran.

  Jiang Xinran was really good enough trained by her and Yu family.

   After finishing speaking, she turned to Yang Hua, but Yang Hua just nodded. There was no pride or excitement on her face, not even the slightest surprise.

  What is the reaction?

  Yu Zhenling was too lazy to say more. When she heard the movement downstairs, she took Yang Hua downstairs, "Xin Chen and Xin Ran are back."

  Hearing this sentence, Yang Hua had a meal.

  Downstairs, it was indeed Jiang Quan who brought Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen back.

   "Auntie Yang." Jiang Xinchen glanced at Yang Hua. The other party's dress was different from what he had imagined. He was not facing the loess and his clothes were clean and tidy.

  Jiang Xinchen put down the book and greeted him politely.

  Jiangquan met Yang Hua before, and greeted her before turning to the last Jiang Xinran, "Xianran, it's amazing."

  Yang Hua looked up at Jiang Xinran.

  Jiang Xinran did not wear a school uniform today. He wore a checkered sweater on the inside and a custom-made coat on the outside. His straight hair was draped behind his head, and a crystal hairpin was attached to each side.

  From the strands of hair to the soles of the feet, everything looks noble.

  Yang Hua, standing in front of her, is like people in two worlds.

  Jiang Xinran pursed his lips, "Aunt Yang."

  This is the first time the two have met, and they are also very distant.

  Jiangquan left space for them, "I'll go up and see Fu'er's cousin."

  Yu Zhenling couldn’t help squeezing her palms. She sat on the sofa and talked to Yang Hua with a smile: “Last week, Xin Ran just got the notice of the quarter-finals of the Art Association Youth Championship.

  Yang Hua has never studied painting, and Meng Fu didn’t like it before. Naturally, she didn’t know much, so she only asked subconsciously: "Painting Association, Youth Competition?"

  I don’t even know the Art Association Youth Competition.

  Jiang Xinran's lips pressed tighter and didn't speak any more.

But Yu Zhenling, she picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, covered the ridicule, smiled, and explained, "It's the Painting Association, the Painting Association, a competition for young people across the country, and she performed well in it. Can be appreciated by the teachers of the Beijing Association."

  Yang Hua has been in Wanmin Village, and she has hardly been out. She has never heard of any painting association youth competition.

   But Yu Zhenling's tone, she could hear a little bit, Yang Hua felt a little uncomfortable.

  Yu Zhenling looked at Jiang Xinran's expression. It didn't seem that she liked Yang Hua much. Her goal was achieved.

Yu Zhenling didn’t say anything. She put down her tea cup and looked at Jiang Xinchen: “Xinchen, I’ll take your sister to the painting association to attend a class. Your grandfather said that when your dad comes down, you will tell."

  Jiang Xinchen didn’t know what he was thinking. Hearing these words, he only looked up, "Aunt Yang..."

  "This is Chairman Yan's class. Your uncle Qian reminds you." Yu Zhenling took the bag and took Jiang Xinran away directly.

  Jiang Xinran took her schoolbag directly, she glanced at Jiang Xinchen, bit her lip: "Brother, I will talk to you next time."

  Before seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Xinran had a fluke. Seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Xinran was only full of disgust and impatience.

  As for the cousin upstairs who she had never met, Jiang Xinran didn't want to look at it again.

  **

  Upstairs.

  Meng Xun was doing the exercises that Meng Fu gave her. When Jiang Quan came in, she got up and said hello to him, neither humble nor overbearing, "Uncle Jiang."

   These two people, I met two years ago. At that time, Yang Hua didn't want to see them, because Meng Xun was busy.

  A girl in the first year of high school, she works in an orderly manner, and she is not afraid to meet the Jiang family at all.

  Jiang Quan admires her very much. He thinks of Meng Fu, and his voice is several times milder, "You continue to do the questions, and I will ask the servant to call you down after dinner."

  I saw Meng Xun, but didn't see Yu Zhenling when I went downstairs.

   Jiang Quan frowned.

   Hearing Jiang Xinchen’s explanation, Jiang Quan was unhappy in his heart, but Yang Hua was there, and he did not show it. He only took Yang Hua with Jiang Xinchen to take a stroll outside Jiang’s garden, and waited for Elder Jiang to come back by the way.

  It's getting late now, because the lights in the garden are as bright as day when the guests come from home.

  Jiang’s Garden is taken care of by a gardener, and there are many famous flowers in it.

  Jiangwon was willing to not want Yang Hua to be constrained, but unexpectedly, Yang Hua was constrained at first, Jiang Quan put her attitude low, and she chatted with him smoothly afterwards, “This spring gladioli took care of it well.”

  The gardener was repairing the flower garden. He was surprised when he heard Yang Hua's words, and then surprised, "Mrs. Yang, you also know this flower."

  In the entire Jiang family, no one knows, except for Mr. Jiang, who loves orchids, that the orchid he took care of was bought back for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

  The gardener knew that he had met an expert, so he talked to Yang Hua about the precautions for raising a spring gladioli.

   The two people chatted, Jiang Quan and Jiang Xinchen looked at each other and couldn't speak.

  Jiang Quan was also surprised. He knew the details of Yang Hua. How did she know this Spring Gladiolus?

  Jiangquan didn't think much about it. Outside, there was the sound of car horns.

   "Grandpa must be back," Jiang Xinchen finally cheered up. As he walked toward the door, he said, "I'll open the door."

  (End of this chapter)