"This is outrageous! It's utterly lawless!"
Zhang Xiuzhi, a retired official from a certain city, was furious. As a former high-ranking official, she immediately saw through this blatant conspiracy aimed at ruining Chen Feng's reputation.
"What is this Xiao Ou doing? He can't even handle this simple thing. It's infuriating!"
She took out her phone and made the call.
"You're supposed to be the director of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, and you can't even handle this little thing? What's wrong with the Chinese Language Association? It's outrageous."
Ouyang Feng was speechless after being scolded; after all, this old woman was his former boss and his biggest help in his meteoric rise to power.
"Old leader, please don't be angry. I would be honored if you ruined your health. Don't worry, I've already removed that damn chairman. Give me some time, and I'll resolve this issue as soon as possible."
Having finally managed to get rid of his old boss, Ouyang Feng slammed his hand on the table, his face turning red and then pale.
The secretary on the side was trembling.
"Go to the headquarters of the Chinese Language Association."
The secretary nodded quickly and then said, "Director, a few associations just called and asked you to come over. They said they have important matters to discuss."
"What? That association is so audacious as to make me go there in person?"
The secretary turned pale with fright. "Director, you really dare to say that!"
"Director, be careful what you say. The other party is the calligraphy association, the poetry association, and the fine arts association."
"What?"
Ouyang Feng almost jumped up and bit off his own tongue. He quickly glanced outside and was relieved to see that no one was there.
What did you just hear?
The secretary naturally understood. "Did the director just speak?"
"Hmm, not bad. I didn't say anything just now. You go to the Chinese Language Association first and teach them a lesson."
After his secretary left, Ouyang Feng quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Damn it, there are many associations in the whole of China, but the four associations of poetry, calligraphy, painting and chess are the most inconspicuous, but the most terrifying to him.
Every old man in there is beyond the five elements, and they are absolutely terrifying.
Especially now, the president of the calligraphy association has only been retired from that position for a few years, yet he dared to call someone a coward. If this gets out, not only will his official career be over, but he'll also inexplicably die.
Insulting national leaders is a crime that a mere bureau chief like him cannot bear.
I wonder why these three terrorist organizations summoned him over. Are they going to show him something again? Oh well, as long as it's not because of the Chen Feng incident.
Ever since the singer rankings were announced, he's been in a real bind. Not only have his former bosses called to inquire, but many other bigwigs from various fields, and even netizens, have been calling him like crazy.
Ouyang Feng packed his things and told the driver to wait downstairs. The three major associations wanted him to go, which was a great opportunity to meet the old leaders and maybe even get a promotion.
Soon, Ouyang Feng set off. Three associations were looking for him, and without hesitation, he had to go to the calligraphy association first.
The journey wasn't far, and Ouyang Feng arrived quickly. He jogged to report his arrival and rushed inside, still feeling quite uneasy.
As soon as I arrived at the main hall, before even entering the archway, I heard a noisy commotion inside, as if there were many people.
A security guard at the entrance stopped him.
What do you do?
"Hello, I am Ouyang Feng, Director of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. Please inform Chairman Ye... no... Chairman Ye, he called me here."
The officer on duty saluted and then went inside to report.
"Report, there is a bureau chief outside named Ouyang Feng."
Before Ye Changqing could speak, Qi Baishi burst into laughter in the courtyard.
"So, Lao Bai, you lost, didn't you?"
The other elders also laughed. Li Siye was also there, and he said gleefully, "Old White Dog, are you any good?"
Bai Yizhong was furious, but had nothing to say.
It turned out that Qi Baishi had somehow gotten wind of the fact that the old leader had called them on the same day. He immediately thought that instead of doing that, he should go to the calligraphy association himself, since everyone had the same things to do, and he didn't want to make the other person run around.
When he called Bai Yizhong, Bai Yizhong immediately asked him a question.
We've all gone to the calligraphy association, but what if someone else goes to your art association or my poetry association?
Qi Baishi explained, "No one who isn't an idiot would come to our two associations first, after all, the calligraphy association is... well, that's who it is."
Bai Yizhong was still unconvinced, so the two made a bet.
Although there were no stakes, I still lost face.
"Alright, alright, you're almost in your grave, why are you acting like a child?"
"Go ahead and invite Director Ouyang in."
Ye Changqing spoke.
The officers on duty rushed out, and a moment later, Ouyang Feng cautiously walked in.
Upon entering the courtyard, he was immediately stunned. Damn, it felt like a pack of wolves was staring at him. Why were there so many old men?
Moreover, he seemed to recognize all these white-bearded old men. Upon closer inspection, holy crap, he almost fainted.
Any one of these old men could easily beat him; they were all once incredibly powerful figures, the very top echelons of the country.
"Hello, President Ye!"
"Hello, Vice President Li!"
"Hello, Chairman Qi!"
"Hello, Chairman Bai!"
"Greetings, esteemed former leaders!"
He bowed several times, his attitude was humble and his demeanor was very respectful.
Well, the old men were quite satisfied with this bureau chief, so they let him sit down, albeit shakily.
Li Siye took the lead by presenting three calligraphy samples.
A person who can become the director of the cultural bureau must have studied these things; he is not a good-for-nothing. The moment Ouyang Feng saw those calligraphy scrolls, he was so shocked that he stood up.
This is the difference between superiors and subordinates. Back then, Ye Changqing remained calm, but Ouyang Feng was frightened.
In his entire life, he had never seen calligraphy like this. One piece was written with the strokes of a knife, each character sharp and exuding a sharp edge; another piece was written with the strokes of a dragon and the phoenix, unrestrained and free, yet perfectly natural; and yet the clothes, though seemingly sloppy, actually conveyed a sense of unbridled freedom in every single character.
"This...this...this was written by those former leaders? It's simply a masterpiece!"
"oh...."
Ye Changqing looked at the bureau chief and said, "It seems you're a pretty good bureau chief. Tell me, how is this calligraphy so masterful?"
Ouyang Feng immediately focused his attention, his brain working non-stop.
"This first painting is powerful yet subtle, its posture is graceful yet unpretentious, and its brushstrokes are steady yet flowing. Huaisu's style is like a warrior drawing his sword, sharp and unrestrained. It is truly the first masterpiece of calligraphy throughout the ages."
"This second painting is as graceful as a dragon in flight and as delicate as floating clouds. Its colors, shapes, and shades are all excellent. The breaks and connections, the thick and thin lines, the hidden and revealed details show endless variations. It is truly magnificent."
"This third painting is even more extraordinary. With this stroke, it flows like a waterfall, and when viewed, it is like a runaway horse galloping through the air. Its arrogance and domineering nature is completely unrestrained, like a celestial being who comes and goes without a trace, unparalleled throughout history."
He felt that at this moment, he had squeezed out all the ink of his life.
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