Published at 12th of April 2023 07:00:30 AM

Chapter 439 439 Some mysterious Yang Hua, Meng Fu brings linkage (one or two more)

This is the case with netizens at this stage. Listening to the wind is the wave.

There is also a kind of sympathy for the weak by most people, and moral kidnapping for no reason.

It often happens that one night passes and public opinion reverses instantly. .

There are black fans of Meng Fu, and some fans who have been fans of Jiang Xinran before. After all, the mysterious name of Jiang Xinran, a member of the painting association, is still very capable of bluffing people.

Jiang Xinran hasn't said anything to the program team.

Fans have climaxed themselves.

A passerby who does not know the situation comes in, just like a big star bullying an amateur who has not debuted.

Jiang Xinran put away the phone, took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and walked to the emergency room. His expression was not very good depending on the situation. In the middle, Tong Eryu called her, Jiang Xinran picked it up, and the phone rang Tong Eryu's clear voice. Voice: "We will arrive tomorrow."

Jiang Xinran participated in such an important national exhibition for the first time. Tong's family and Luo's family had already obtained internal tickets.

Old artists from all over the world will come to the National Exhibition, as well as a few people from the Federation.

This important exhibition, Luo Jia will not give up this opportunity to increase contacts, not to mention that Jiang Xinran also has a booth and interviews.

After Tong Eryu finished speaking, Jiang Xinran here did not speak.

He realized something was wrong, "What's the matter?"

"The linkage between the program group and the booth is gone," Jiang Xinran said softly, and she looked ahead, "It was clearly stated before, but the program group said it would be gone, letting you and Mr. Luo disappointed."

Linkage Jiang Xinran said last time when he went back. There was a sudden change at this time, and Tong Eryu frowned. "Is it the problem of the program group?"

Jiang Xinran said nothing.

On the other side of the phone, Tong Eryu nodded, "I see."

**

Yang Hua just came back after going out. Madam Yang saw that she was holding a box in her hand and didn't know what it was.

Mrs. Yang used to be in the noble women's group, now she follows Yang Hua, occasionally watching TV and watching variety shows.

An hour after Yang Hua went out, she also posted Weibo. Of course, she was different from other people's Weibo.

She checked Weibo, searched for Meng Fu directly, and after reading all of Meng Fu's Weibo, she quit Weibo directly.

It happened to be Jiang Xinran's Weibo, and her brows wrinkled.

All major marketing accounts are vampires. As long as they see Meng Fu's Weibo, they will directly forward the enthusiasm. Things are getting worse and worse. Meng Fu has a huge fan base. Although most of them are rational fans, there are also some extreme fans. He tore it up with Jiang Xinran.

This is the first amateur in history to be able to tear up with the top stream.

Passers-by are preconceived, and many of the people standing beside the river just do not move at all--

If you have the ability, you can also take an interview with the booth? Close the wheat if you can't get it.

Ms. Yang stood in front of a bunch of flowers, angrily, "Afu needs to suppress her? I will let Yang Lai go to the China International Exhibition Center to chase 100 million yuan!"

This kind of exhibition has clear investment. After all, it is organized by the Art Association. There are countless investment invitations. Yang Lai also has investment. So Mrs. Yang has the ticket in her hand. This time Yang Hua came, she also suddenly thought of a famous exhibition here.

Yang Hua didn't know what she was thinking about. When she heard that Mrs. Yang wanted to invest, she tilted her head and said, Why invest 100 million?

"Buy a booth for Ah Fu," Mrs. Yang said lightly, and had already switched back to WeChat to discuss with Yang Lai, "What are these things?"

She told Yang Hua the whole story again.

Yang Hua was silent for a while, and then said, Don't buy a booth, this one hundred million spent, Ah Fu must be thinking about it for a year.

"Let them say?" Madam Yang looked at this Weibo, still feeling uncomfortable, "This one billion is not a loss, we happen to also want to cooperate with the Art Association in an exhibition of the Federation, killing two birds with one stone."

It is mainly what these netizens said, Mrs. Yang looked really angry, and she finally understood why there are so many sprays on the Internet.

Yang Hua looked at Madam Yang, knowing that she might not be able to tell her, "You go to discuss with Zhao Fan? In case they have other plans over there."

Also, Meng Fu is not an ordinary person, she is a star first.

Mrs. Yang went to communicate with Zhao Fan first.

Look at Madam Yang and Zhao Fan on the phone.

Yang Hua opened her box. There was nothing else in the box. It was a box of black soil. Once you opened it, you could smell the smell of soil. This soil was different from ordinary black soil. Some of it was very hard.

Yang Hua spread the black soil and put it under the window of the hotel to let the sun shine directly.

After doing this, Mrs. Yang also came back, "Xiao Zhao said they have arrangements."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Yang Hua's black soil and looked very surprised, What kind of soil is this?

The poplar flower is a little calm, "Go back and plant some flowers."

Mrs. Yang slightly bent over and looked at the soil, "This soil is so hard and can absorb nutrients?"

"I haven't planted it for two years, but it should be ok," Yang Hua reached out and touched the soil, paused, and said quietly, "I have to repay the debt by business."

"Pay the debt?" Mrs. Yang didn't understand.

"Nothing," Yang Hua changed the subject, "There are several kinds of medicinal flowers in Xiangcheng, which are very beautiful and rare. I will take you to see them in the afternoon."

Yang Hua knows too much about these flowers. Mrs. Yang looked at Yang Hua, thinking that Yang Hua told herself that she planted flowers before. She knew these flowers better than the gardener Mrs. Yang invited: "You won't Really a gardener, right?"

Yang Hua thought for a while, "maybe so?"

Mrs. Yang nodded, no wonder she changed her name to Yang Hua.

The two were talking, and someone knocked on the door outside.

"Who is coming this time?" Madam Yang went to open the door.

It was the hotel attendant who knocked on the door. She took a packaged bag and smiled and said, "Is it Miss Yang? You have a courier front desk to sign for it."

Mrs. Yang didn't buy anything, she asked Yang Hua, "Is it yours?"

Yang Hua came out and took the courier, "Yes, thank you."

"The flower seeds I have sent." Yang Hua opened the courier and took out a very finely packaged white flower seeds.

In addition to flower species, there are also some fine tools.

Ms. Yang looked at Yang Hua sitting on the table and using these tools to process flower seeds, she found it very novel.

These tools are not the same as those used by the gardener she hired.

Ms. Yang sat aside and looked at Yang Hua who was dealing with the flower seeds. Madam Yang thoughtfully, always felt that Yang Hua looked a little mysterious now.

**

at the same time.

Su Di and the others stayed in the hotel, Zhao Fan was communicating with Yan Langfeng's assistant about the incident on Weibo.

"We rejected the linkage of the program group," Fang Yi is still busy at the moment, but Zhao Fan is very patient, "because you said Ms. Meng doesn't want to participate in the linkage."

Zhao Fan didn't know much about the Xiangxie and the Art Association, so he only asked, "Is there a booth for Brother Fu?"

"She must have," Fang Yi didn't quite understand the reason Zhao Fan asked, but he told the truth, "In addition to the C to A level, our booth also has a specific booth, the master booth. Three exhibition halls were opened this year. Each exhibition hall has a master booth. For those from the Art Association, the president's booth is for Miss Meng. She was the first one in the A exhibition. Because of the move to the master exhibition, there are more positions in the A category. One."

"There are only two paintings in this year's master exhibition, because most of the famous works of these masters have been sent to the Federation, and the national exhibition did not apply for their paintings."

"These two paintings..." Fang Yi paused, and said in a weird way, "They belong to our family."

The exhibition also established the status of these painters in their respective fields.

Master exhibition is naturally a symbol of head status.

So, I didn't apply for the painting, I would rather leave it empty than show it.

Yan Langfeng did not have any paintings this year, but this year, he helped two apprentices to apply for the master exhibition, which is definitely an impact on the painting industry.

But He Xiyuan doesn't care about this, and the current painting association can't even see it.

Meng Fu, not to mention, has been mixing in the entertainment industry.

But someone has to come out to support the scene at the National Exhibition, right?

The national exhibition is a gathering of celebrities from all over the world. In addition to the small interviews with the people of the A exhibition, I always find a master exhibition person to support the scene.

The people of the National Exhibition had begged Yan Langfeng for a long time before Yan Langfeng reluctantly agreed to contact the two apprentices.

Zhao Fan: "..."

She didn't understand any master exhibition, but she knew it sounded a bit awesome.

The two paintings are both by Yan Langfeng's apprentice, one is Meng Fu, and the other must be that brother Meng Fu.

has absolutely nothing to do with Jiang Xinran.

She is comfortable.

Zhao Fan hung up the phone, put the computer aside, and called the people in the studio. This time he was more calm: "Isn't Jiang Xinran not clarifying? You don't have to worry about it."

Just like to rub the heat so much?

Yes, let you rub.

Jiang Xinran may not know that Ye Shuning, the last hotter in Mengfu, has fallen beyond the 36th line!

**

Meng Fu is still in the emergency room.

After receiving a food virus patient, the emergency room became less crowded. Meng Fu saw Dr. Chen talking to the nurse in the corridor.

After the nurse recorded Dr. Chen's words, she left directly.

Dr. Chen got off work earlier today, because he has an important operation tomorrow, and he needs to get off work early.

After talking with the nurse, Dr. Chen saw Meng Fu.

Meng Fu pressed the headset and went directly to Dr. Chen.

Dr. Chen also tapped the headset.

The photographer looked at them and didn't get close.

"I and Qiao Le don't enter the operating room. Grade 4 surgery is rare. It is a waste to give us both. Qiao Le fails on the operating table. I am an artist." Meng Fu stopped on the corridor and raised his eyes.

Doctor Chen put away the pen in his hand, he looked at Meng Fu and pressed his lips, "Do you want me to change it?"

"It's just a suggestion." Meng Fu didn't rush.

Dr. Chen did not return to her, only said: "I read the paper."

Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, "Then you still choose me to see grade 4 surgery?"

Doctor Chen stopped talking, he pressed Mai back, "Besides, I'm going to see someone."

"Oh," Meng Fu also pressed Mai back, and said lightly: "Goodbye then."

She watched Dr. Chen leave, and the photographer followed suit. Meng Fuman thought casually, could she be a flying guest?

That's weird.

Dr. Chen left, Meng Fu went directly to the ward, and rebuilt Xiaowei with Qiao Lehui.

When Meng Fu arrived in the ward, the other four people had already arrived. Except for Jiang Xinran, who had been silent and did not speak, the other three people were talking together enthusiastically.

Qiao Le held Xiao Wei's case in her hand, and when she saw Meng Fu, she quickly said, The head nurse said, we have an observer in this issue.

The scoring of this issue should be combined with the papers of the previous issue.

The new observer is about the same as the head nurse in the previous issue, and his scoring is also very important.

Song Jia and Gao Mian took it very seriously, but Meng Fu didn't come for the offer and didn't take it seriously. However, Dr. Chen should have gone to see the new reviewer: "Yeah."

She took over Qiao Le's case.

"Okay, everyone don't discuss it," the new head nurse saw everyone there, and clapped his hands directly, "Everyone will treat the two patients first."

A few people are already familiar with the needle.

Hearing this sentence, Qiao Le picked up the needle kit and looked at the head nurse, Head nurse, who is the new observer? Can't tell me at all?

"Can reveal a little," the new head nurse smiled slightly, "the other party is from the TCM base."

Qiao Le stared directly, "I'm going!"

Gao Mian also raised his head suddenly, "Where is it?"

Even Song Jia, who has always been calm, was surprised.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Base, a sacred place for domestic medicine, one of the three major domestic bases

Obviously, the program group can invite people from the TCM base, which means that this offer is higher than expected, and it may be...

is an offer from the TCM base.

Otherwise, this reviewer will not be sent directly.

"Everyone, behave well." The head nurse looked at Meng Fu, slightly surprised.

The only person in the ward is Meng Fu, calm as a bystander.

The head nurse looked back.

is slightly surprised.

Dr. Chen was away today, and after consulting the two people in the ward, Meng Fu and others went directly to the cafeteria to eat.

Qiao Le went to help Meng Fu eat dinner in advance, and Meng Fu followed her.

Gao Mian looked at Meng Fu, then sat opposite Qiao Le with his rice bowl.

Jiang Xinran sat next to Gao Mian.

The six people are sitting across from each other. Qiao Le sits in the middle on the left, Song Jia sits beside her, and on the other side is Meng Fu's bowl.

Meng Fu was holding a mobile phone to call Yang Lai, and she could hear her voice, "Uncle..."

Hearing that it was the rich uncle, Qiao Le quickly looked at her.

The camera also took a close-up shot of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu called Yang Lai, but did not pay attention to the dinner table, and sat beside Qiao Le.

just opposite Jiang Xinran.

Jiang Xinran originally bowed her head to eat, and saw Meng Fu sitting down while talking on the phone, her hands tightening with chopsticks.

She suddenly got up.

"Prickly"

A very harsh sound of the chair rubbing against the floor tiles.

seems to vent her dissatisfaction.

The Gao Mian next to him was the first to look over, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, the air is bad." Jiang Xinran smiled and shook her head, still very gentle. She picked up her meal, got up, and sat on the other side of Gao Mian.

wrote his dislike of Meng Fu on his body.

Others thought Jiang Xinran had something to do, so she immediately changed positions as soon as Meng Fu arrived.

it goes without saying.

"Snapped--"

Qiao Le broke his chopsticks.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Xinran next to Gao Mian: "Very hatred of the rich?"

Gao Mian and Song Jia obviously did not expect that this development would be possible.

The two looked at each other.

Jiang Xinran, she did not expect Meng Fu to make no sound, but Qiao Le next to her made a sound, she looked up, looked at Qiao Le, and smiled: "No."

"Then why are you so yin and yang?" Qiao Le looked at Jiang Xinran, "Can I make it clear if I have something to say?"

Such obvious nausea, Qiao Le couldn't bear it.

After speaking, Qiao Le turned his head and looked at the photographer, "Can you stop recording? Let's deal with some personal matters."

The photographer looked at each other and finally put down his hand.

Qiao Le turned his head and looked at Jiang Xinran.

Gao Mian also paused. He had a very good impression of Jiang Xinran, and ended up saying, "Xianran, did you two have a misunderstanding? Tell me if you have a misunderstanding..."

"No misunderstanding." Jiang Xinran held the chopsticks, biting her lips tightly.

She said that there was no misunderstanding, but in this way, it seemed that there was a big misunderstanding.

"Meng Fu," Gao Mian pursed his lips. He looked at Meng Fu, "Yan...what happened to her?"

Meng Fu did not eat coldly and looked up at Gao Mian, "Do you think I am like a hundred thousand why?"

Gao Mian is a little embarrassed.

Song Jia looked at Meng Fu, and then said to Jiang Xinran, "Xianran, Meng Fu is a very nice person. There must be a misunderstanding between you, and it will be clear after explaining."

Even Song Jia said, Gao Mian nodded quickly, making a rounding, "Yes, misunderstanding."

are all speaking for Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinran didn't know what was wrong.

Why come back this time, it's all Meng Fu.

"You asked me to cancel the linkage between the program group and the National Exhibition, right?" Jiang Xinran looked at Meng Fu directly: "It's because the program group customized the program for me."

Meng Fu twisted his eyebrows: "What linkage?"

Jiang Xinran bit his lip, "Don't you know what you did yourself? It spread on Weibo."

Meng Fu glanced at her, opened Weibo, and launched a Weibo "Meng Fu Be Careful".

She clicked in, looked at ten lines, and probably knew what happened.

Meng Fu was angry and laughed: "I won't let you link?"

Jiang Xinran did not speak, she bit her lip, "I didn't say that."

"You do so much, don't you just want the program group to do the linkage?" Meng Fu pulled out his chair, stood up, and looked down at Jiang Xinran: "Okay."

Satisfy you.

(End of this chapter)