Lu Zhiwei helped her master Grayson out of the car.
Luo Xiu noticed Lu Zhiwei immediately.
Among the candidates this year, Lu Zhiwei's name stands out the most.
Because she was the only female painter in her early twenties who was able to qualify for the competition based on her own abilities.
The others were either senior figures with considerable experience or powerful and influential families whose status in the art capital was unshakeable.
He wasn't angry that Lu Zhiwei was willing to stand on the election stage and compete against Luo Xiu; on the contrary, he was very happy.
Luo Xiu handed the old man over to Luo Wuyan, asking her to take him inside first, while he quickly walked towards Lu Zhiwei.
Grayson was once Luo Xiu's master. Luo Xiu betrayed his original intentions and used the face-painting technique he taught him to murder his brothers, making it a powerful tool in his power struggles and harming many people.
Since Luo Xiu became the head of the Luo family, Grayson has never acknowledged Luo Xiu as his disciple.
"Master, Zhizhi." Luo Xiu walked over with a smile and greeted him.
Grayson rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. He turned his face away, grabbed Lu Zhiwei, and left, not wanting to have anything to do with Luo Xiu.
Luo Xiu's enthusiasm remained undiminished, and he strode to catch up with them. "Master, I know you don't want to see me, but a teacher for a day is a father for life, and you will always be my master."
"I don't have a disciple as disgraceful as you. Get out."
Grayson, who already had difficulty walking, was now walking briskly.
If it weren't for Lu Zhiwei's participation in the election, and his desire to help his beloved disciple, he would have claimed illness and not come this year.
Luo Xiu didn't chase after him this time, lest he make a fool of himself.
Gazing intently at Lu Zhiwei's retreating figure, Luo Xiu spoke loudly, "Zhizhi, if you really want this position as president of the art association, I can give it to you."
These words made Lu Zhiwei stop in her tracks.
She slowly turned her head, her disdainful gaze sharp as a scimitar. "It seems you still don't understand me. What I want, I always strive for myself; I don't need anyone's charity."
After saying that, she helped Grayson walk into the election venue without hesitation.
Luo Xiu pursed his lips.
He knew, of course, that the strong-willed Lu Zhiwei didn't need him to hand over the position of president to her.
However, Lu Zhiwei had no chance of winning against the Luo family.
He just didn't want to disappoint or upset her.
Enter the venue and find the seat corresponding to your name.
Luo Wuyan and Old Master Luo sat in the first row.
Lu Zhiwei and Grayson were seated in the third row.
This location signifies its absolute status in the art capital.
Grayson, who was once highly respected, has now fallen to the third row, which infuriates the old man.
"Isn't it just that I haven't been as diligent in participating in these association elections these past few years? Now they completely disregard me."
Lu Zhiwei patted Grayson on the shoulder to comfort him: "When your apprentice becomes the president, I will arrange for you to sit in the center of the first row."
"That's more like it." Grayson was instantly appeased.
As a member of the Luo family, Luo Wuyan also became a member of the association and was required to participate in the election.
Sitting next to the old man, she really wanted to go and chat with Lu Zhiwei, but the old man's eyes were always on her, so she didn't dare to get up.
"Yan'er, shall we take Dad over there to sit for a while?"
Unexpectedly, Grandpa Luo suddenly asked to go find Lu Zhiwei.
Luo Wuyan's eyes widened, wondering what Old Master Luo was going to do to Lu Zhiwei.
Grandpa Luo had seven or eight children. Luo Wuyan was the youngest, and his eldest brother was already over forty years old.
So Grandpa Luo is almost seventy years old. In the eyes of outsiders, Grandpa Luo's age is about the same as her grandfather's.
"Dad, the election is coming up soon, maybe you shouldn't go." Luo Wuyan was afraid that her father would make things difficult for Lu Zhiwei, so she deliberately kept him on hold.
"It's still early, not everyone has arrived yet. If you don't want to take me, then move aside, I'll go by myself."
Grandpa Luo got up from his chair.
Luo Wuyan had no choice but to make way for him.
The old man went to the third row alone.
Luo Wuyan, hiding in her seat, took out her phone and sent Lu Zhiwei a WeChat message: "Be careful of my dad, he's coming to cause you trouble."
Just as Lu Zhiwei received the WeChat message, Grandpa Luo was standing right in front of her.
Grayson and Mr. Law knew each other when they were young and were considered formidable rivals in the art world.
"Hey, you old codger, you're still alive? You haven't been killed by your sons who're trying to take your inheritance?" Grayson's first words to Old Master Luo were very unfriendly.
The smile on Old Master Luo's face at that moment looked exactly like Luo Xiu's.
It was cold and unpredictable.
"You old bachelor are still alive, how could I bear to leave you first?"
"I shouldn't have come today." Grayson had a bad temper, and he was afraid of turning the election rally upside down and causing trouble for Lu Zhiwei.
So he stood up first, patted Lu Zhiwei on the shoulder and said, "Master is going out for some fresh air. You deal with him for me. If you can't handle it, just let Master know."
“Okay.” Lu Zhiwei knew that Grandpa Luo had come for her, so she deliberately angered Grayson and drove him away first.
Grandpa Luo sat down next to Lu Zhiwei, leaning on his cane, his aged but shrewd eyes fixed on the election platform: "These seats in the third row are indeed a bit far. How about I ask the association to reassign you two, master and apprentice?"
"I'll fight for whichever position I want myself, no need for Elder Luo to worry about it." Lu Zhiwei spoke with a barb, without even glancing at the old man.
She was truly blind to have gone to this old man to save Mizuki, ultimately harming her own son.
"Is your son alright?" Old Master Luo suddenly asked.
“Even if you don’t touch my son, I will not be with Luo Xiu. Your move is completely unnecessary. My son is my life. If you cross my bottom line, I will never let the Luo family get away with it.”
Lu Zhiwei made a harsh statement.
Old Master Luo laughed scornfully: "What an overconfident girl! You think you can compete with the Luo family? I'm starting to doubt Luo Xiu's judgment. How could he have taken a liking to such an arrogant fool like you?"
"Then you just wait and see."
"Fine, then I'll watch closely today to see what happens when you fight the Luo family." Old Master Luo stood up, leaning on his cane, snorted coldly, and returned to his seat.
Association members who were going to participate in the election gradually arrived.
This included Governor Pritt, who came to preside over the election meeting.
Accompanying Pritt was his daughter, Yuri, who had joined the association.
Today, Yuri was wearing a light-colored women's suit and followed closely behind her father.
The beating Luo Xiu gave her that night seemed to cure her love-struck mind; she stopped insisting on marrying Luo Xiu and quietly focused on her career.
The entrance was closed at 10:00 AM.
Shen Jinmo, dressed in a black trench coat, walked in through the back door with an aura of cold indifference.
Lu Zhiwei didn't expect him to come.
She remembered that Shen Jinmo was not on the association's membership list in previous years.
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