Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

292 He’s the only one in the entire city!

After coming here many times, he knew that one of the Vice presidents of the art Association was the chief of the cultural Bureau.

Out of respect for strangers, master Jiang didn’t look at him carefully. Hearing the driver’s words, he glanced at him inadvertently.

He was the director of T city’s cultural Bureau. He often appeared in T city’s local news and newspapers. Although master Jiang had no contact with the cultural Bureau, he read the news and newspapers daily.

He squinted his eyes. This person appeared at the art Association with such an aura. Master Jiang would not doubt it at all if the driver said that he was the director of the cultural Bureau.

Thinking about how the chief of the Cultural Affairs Bureau had trotted over to open the door for the person in front, master Jiang gestured to the driver, then pulled Meng Fu to the back.

He was able to make the people from the cultural Bureau open the door for him.

Other than the city Lord of T city and the president of the art Association from the capital city, there was no third person in T city who could match up to him.

Master Jiang’s expression was stern.

Although the Jiang family was one of the most powerful families in T city, they were only ” powerful “. They were different from these ” dignitaries. once these people opened their mouths, they could determine the life and death of a powerful family.

“We’ll talk after they’ve left.” Master Jiang tilted his head and whispered into Meng Fu’s ear.

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“That’s it, you guys can go back.” After Yan langfeng finished speaking to the people around him, he waved his hand to let them go back.

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

He raised his eyebrows and waved his hand at the people beside him, signaling for them to leave. Then, he lifted his feet and walked directly towards Meng Fu.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to learn how to draw?” Master Jiang asked Meng Fu with his head tilted.

Beside him, the driver seemed to have seen something. For the first time, he poked old master Jiang’s arm.”Old … Old master …”

“What’s wrong?” Master Jiang tilted his head and followed the driver’s gaze.

They saw the man who had just walked in front of the cultural Bureau walking towards them. His face was slightly old, his eyes were cloudy but not without sharpness, and his hands were behind his back, looking very imposing.

The other party’s goal was very clear. They were coming towards them.

Master Jiang suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Meng Fu.

This person wouldn’t …

As he was thinking, Meng Fu had already taken off her hat and stood up straight. She was not surprised and waved at Yan langfeng in a normal manner,”Teacher, you’re done here?”

yes, ” Yan langfeng smiled when he saw Meng Fu. His eyes naturally fell on the old man beside Meng Fu, ” this is …

this is my grandfather. Meng Fu pointed at old master Jiang and introduced him. He then turned to old master Jiang and said, ” grandfather, this is my master. He taught me how to draw.

Yan langfeng had also guessed the identity of the old man in front of him. He was not surprised and only kindly extended his hand, ” master Jiang, Hello, I am Meng Fu’s master, Yan langfeng.

Yan langfeng.

Most people in the art Association and T city had never heard of this name.

However, most of them had heard of the name ‘President Yan’.

At least, old master Jiang had heard Yu Yong mention ” President Yan ” more than once.

Old master Jiang had guessed that the only person in the sect who could have the director of the cultural Bureau as an assistant was president Yan.

Master Jiang and the driver stood beside them and listened to their conversation. Their minds suddenly exploded.

Old master Jiang had been in the business world for many years and had experienced countless ups and downs. He was able to control Meng Fu’s Ms perfume incident.

This was the first time that he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His brain was numb and he couldn’t react for a moment.

Because no matter what he thought, he would never think of President Yan.

The Yu family had struggled for decades for this, and Yu Yong had only reached the stage of T city’s Vice President, but he was still far from the identity and status of President Yan.

Although master Jiang had thought of letting Meng Fu become Yu Yong’s teacher, that way, she would have more art points.

However, old master Jiang and Jiang Quan both knew that he had always been biased towards Meng Fu. He had asked Yu Yong to take Meng Fu as his disciple in hopes that Yu Yong would agree on the account that Meng Fu was his daughter.

After all, Jiang Yiran had been painting since she was young, and Meng Fu had never learned how to draw.

It was a little dangerous for Meng Fu to be a disciple of Yu yongdu. Master Jiang didn’t dare to think about it. She had a teacher, and that teacher was Yan langfeng.

Not to mention master Jiang, even the driver beside him knew what this meant.