Translator: 549690339
At the Eight Immortals table, except for Bai Lian, everyone’s gaze subconsciously converged onto Jiang Fulai’s face.
His face, like Bai Lian’s, was too deceptive, not the kind that seed to belong to soone who would be good at calligraphy.
Who would have thought that he would casually ntion the Traditional Calligraphers Association??!
Even a special-grade mber?
There are only five total special-grade mbers in the Traditional Calligraphers Association!
Besides the president, each of the rest lives a reclusive life, often only their works are seen, not the person, and even mbers of the Calligraphy Association hardly see these high-level mbers. They were now looking at one of them?
Next to him, Jian Zhe felt like he had been struck by lightning.
He couldn’t help but lean in to look at Jiang Fulai, and when he encountered Jiang’s light, indifferent eyes, Jian Zhe imdiately averted his gaze.
“Is there a problem?” After a long silence, Jiang Fulai raised an eyebrow.
“Ah, no,” Qiu Xuezheng was shocked as well, having weathered many storms, he slowly recovered from his amazent, “No problem.”
His trembling pen tip inscribed the words “special-grade” behind Jiang Fulai’s na.
“You want to take the exam?” Bai Lian turned her head, not understanding the rules here.
She slightly tilted her head, quietly asking Jiang Fulai.
She was dressed in the simplest school uniform, her profile clean and shallow, her eyebrows and eyes as delicate as a snow-topped floral arbor, the overhead lighting casting a hazy, gentle aura around her.
“Not only do mbers need to be ranked, but the associations do as well,” Jiang Fulai held a purple clay teapot, leisurely pouring tea into her cup as well as his own, “We only have eight people now, just a junior association.”
Every year in June, rankings are conducted for major calligraphy associations.
Associations are categorized top-down into special-grade association, senior association, interdiate association, and junior association.
The entire country has just one special-grade association, which is the Traditional Calligraphers Association, and this is one of the reasons that everyone wants to join it.
Senior associations are distributed across the four major cities.
Bai Lian, never having participated in a grading, is currently just a junior mber, despite having won the Orchid Pavilion Award.
“This is the mbership fee, there’s no password,” before leaving, Jiang Fulai handed a card to Qiu Xuezheng, “She wants to set up a good calligraphy school, this is the start-up funding. Additionally, I’ve already had soone prepare a plan, soone will contact you.”
Sitting at the Eight Immortals table, Qiu Xuezheng looked at the International Bank Vermilion Bird Bank’s black card placed in front of him.
He questioned his life.
“Teacher Qiu,” Jian Zhe said, looking at the departing figures of Jiang Fulai and Bai Lian, then back at the black card, “We… shouldn’t have difficulty becoming a senior association in the future, right?”
Qiu Xuezheng was also in a daze, “Should… should be able to, I guess…”
He felt certain that Bai Lian would be able to make it to special-grade mber.
With two special-grade mbers to support them, they should be able to achieve senior association status, right?
As for a special-grade association, that would only appear in Jiangjing, sothing they hadn’t really considered.
Of course, Jian Zhe and Qiu Xuezheng at the mont didn’t know that these two were not only extraordinary themselves, but they were… most remarkable when teaching!
Especially Bai Lian, who could even replicate Liang Zewen’s teaching thods perfectly in calligraphy!
Qiu Xuezheng took a deep breath and took out his phone to send a ssage to Vice-President Qian—
[If they don’t want to co, then don’t force them.]
On the other side, when Vice-President Qian said that he would not send anyone to Xiangcheng, both Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially Qiu Boqing, who originally thought that Qiu Xuezheng would pressure him.
He didn’t expect not to receive a single word from Qiu Xuezheng.
anwhile.
Yongfu Residential Area.
A man in a shirt, with a cigarette clamped in his hand, tattoos peeking through his tank top up to his neck, followed by four large excavators, “No one here is signing?”
“Boss Lu, mainly because of a painter,” his subordinate carefully lit his cigarette for him, “The household at 7 building, 601, Ji Shaojun; he’s educated and highly respected here. He seems to have noticed the loopholes in the contract and has prevented people here from signing.”
As he spoke, the subordinate also handed a stack of files to Boss Lu.
Yongfu Residential Area is located in the developnt zone, a piece of cake everyone wants to get their hands on.
Here live ordinary people, and the agreent for demolition provided by Boss Lu had loopholes. It was originally thought that deceiving these solitary elderly would be quite easy, but unexpectedly…
Not a single person had signed.
Upon investigation, 7 building, 601 was the cause of it all.
Everyone in the residential area followed the painter’s advice.
“Let’s go,” Boss Lu said, biting his cigarette and glancing at the files, just an ordinary painter, a housewife full of pretense.
It was nearly eight o’clock.
When they arrived, Ji Shaojun was washing dishes, and Shen Qing, upon seeing Boss Lu with his tattoo of a ferocious python and bared arms, involuntarily stepped back, “Old… Old Ji…”
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