Cola, wearing a top hat, strode confidently at the front, clearing the way for Yan Jiu and the others.

Jiang Azi and Meng Niang were both wearing loose-fitting employee uniforms, and even with masks on, their stunning beauty was still undeniable.

Guan Zian and She Liang followed closely behind.

Unseen by others, She Shan held up her phone to introduce the banquet day trip to the mountain god far away in Huanyun Mountain.

Huang Xiaoqiang's family lagged behind at the back of the line.

The unusual team successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone turned to look at them.

Chu Nian, who was in her father's arms, saw Yan Jiu at a glance. She clamored to get down and ran to Yan Jiu's side.

Yan Jiu lifted the person high in the air: "Our little princess Niannian is even more beautiful today."

Wearing a princess dress, Chu Nian giggled. She pointed at the cola with her little hand, and Yan Jiu instantly understood Chu Nian's little secret and placed it on the back of the cola.

At this moment.

The Chu family members also approached Yan Jiu.

Chu's mother sighed: "A-Chu said you don't like those fussy dresses, and I thought he was just talking nonsense."

Yan Jiu was dressed in gray clothes.

The casual suit looked loose and baggy on Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu spoke frankly: "Wearing a skirt is inconvenient."

In order to maintain their limited image.

She didn't say anything about it being inconvenient to fight.

Chu's father handed Yan Jiu a glass of wine: "Dad will introduce you to some of your uncles."

Yan Jiu nodded.

He glanced back at Jiang Azi and the others.

Jiang Azi understood and gave an OK sign, and the small group supporting Yan Jiu immediately dispersed.

Everyone stared blankly as Yan Jiu, neither humble nor arrogant, followed Chu's father around, recognizing people.

Yan Jiu handled it with ease.

Everyone who had ever met Yan Jiu had the same thought: Wow, that aura, a carbon copy of Chu Huaichong!

This was during the process of Yan Jiu recognizing people.

A commotion broke out in one corner of the banquet.

Yan Jiu looked up: "She Liang, what's going on?"

She Liang, who was stuffing abalone into his mouth, shook his head without looking up at She Shan's reminder, indicating that he did not know.

Yan Jiu looked at Meng Niang.

Mengniang peeled shrimp for Chu Nian and Kele: "It seems that the incident was caused by Brother Guan's fan. He was surrounded by several old men. Should the curator go and take a look?"

As Yan Jiu walked over.

Jiang Azi stood in front of Guan Zi'an like an eagle protecting its chicks: "Don't even think about it. Brother Guan is our organization's accountant. Trying to poach him? In your next life!"

"A talent like his should belong to a calligraphy and painting association, not be confined to a small art gallery!"

"His brushstrokes are broad, simple, and vigorous; he is clearly a master calligrapher. To only have him as an accountant would be a waste of his talent!"

"If you just ask, I can give you my position as president of the calligraphy and painting association!"

Guan Zian was wearing a mask.

Outsiders cannot see his expression.

All I know is that his gaze passed over the crowd and landed on his brand-new paper fan that had been taken away.

Only Yan Jiu knew.

Guan Zian looked serious as he pondered how to file a lawsuit in a way that would put him on the most advantageous side.

Yan Jiu was speechless for a moment, then spoke up for his funeral home: "We are not an art gallery."

The old man holding the paper fan said tremblingly, "It's not even an art gallery? How could you possibly invite a calligrapher like him?!"

Yan Jiu: "..." If I told you that I didn't invite you, would you faint from anger on the spot?

Guan Zian warned: "Snatching someone's property without their permission is a criminal offense."

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The old man was still immersed in the joy of discovering the treasure and did not pay attention to Guan Zian's words: "This calligraphy is so good, it can completely rival Guan Zian, the top scholar of the Ming Dynasty. Your surname is Guan, are you a descendant of Guan Zian?"

Guan Zian told the truth: "No."

The old man talked to himself, repeatedly exclaiming, "This fan is made of new material. If the material were any older, I would have mistaken it for an antique. What beautiful calligraphy! What beautiful calligraphy!"

Guan Zian, however, said with a rare seriousness, "That's because you haven't seen my mentor's calligraphy."

This time.

The old man noticed Guan Zian's words.

He nodded earnestly.

The teacher who could produce someone like Guan Zi'an must have been extraordinary, but no one in the calligraphy and painting association could match Guan Zi'an's calligraphy skills.

It's obvious without even thinking about it.

Another hidden master of calligraphy.

The old man suddenly felt a little glad that he had come to the Chu family's banquet; otherwise, he would not have met Guan Zi'an and would not have seen such beautiful calligraphy.

He was thinking about it.

He looked at Guan Zian.

He noticed that the other person was staring intently at Yan Jiu.

Following Guan Zian's gaze.

The old man looked at Yan Jiu: "Are you his master?"

Guan Zian: "!?"

Yan Jiu told the truth: "No, my calligraphy is not as good as his, but my painting skills are higher."

Guan Zian: "..." You are still as confident as ever, lacking confidence when you should be, and overconfident when you shouldn't be.

The old man, delighted at the sight of the hunt, asked, "May I take a look?"

Yan Jiu generously replied, "I'd even give you a painting!"

Guan Zian wanted to stop it.

However, Yan Jiu couldn't resist the urge to improvise.

Guan Zian had no choice but to give up and stay by Yan Jiu's side to see how she would perform.

Everyone saw that there was going to be some excitement.

They all gathered around.

Chu's mother said happily, "Xiao Jiu can draw? What style would you like to draw? I'll have someone prepare the materials."

Yan Jiu's words were suggestive: "To better suit the old man's temperament, let's do a traditional Chinese painting."

Guan Zian: "..." Listen to that relaxed tone, anyone who didn't know better would think you have a wide range of knowledge.

He silently turned his face away.

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