Speaking of this, President Yan looked at Meng Fu and fell silent again.
Most of the people in the art Association were noble and aloof, like the clear breeze and bright moon, untainted by a single speck of dust. They would not be tainted by worldly things like money, and they did not care about anyone.
In ancient times, there was no need to bend one's back for five buckets of rice, and it was the same for the art Association today.
President Yan would never have thought ...
She didn't even agree when he talked to her personally, but she agreed to it for only 400000 Yuan.
President Yan's heart was very complicated.
His face was not worth four hundred thousand.
He held the teacup in his hand and was not in a hurry to go back. He introduced him to Meng Fu. you only have one senior. He's in the capital and is the chief painter of the younger generation. I'll push him to you later. When you go to the capital, you can meet him.
