Chapter 122 Want your brother to carry you? [4 Updates]
Zhong Manhua naturally knew about the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
This is the Chinese Calligraphy Association; other regional associations are merely branch associations.
Members of the branch associations cannot even obtain membership in the head association.
The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association holds a high position in the art world and frequently exchanges ideas with some international art masters.
Why would the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association call her?
She had once considered asking members of the Chinese Artists Calligraphy Association to be Xiaoxuan's teachers, but none of them had the time or inclination for that.
After all, these calligraphy masters can sell a single piece of calligraphy for an astronomical price, so naturally they wouldn't come to teach.
Zhong Manhua asked in confusion, "Excuse me, are you sure you didn't dial the wrong number?"
"Wrong number?"
The person on the other end of the phone was a staff member. After hearing this, he looked at the phone number carefully again: "No wrong number. Aren't you Master Ying's mother?"
Zhong Manhua was taken aback again: "Master Ying?"
The Ying family has been merchants for generations, so when did they produce a master?
“Excuse me, if you haven’t made a mistake, then you’re a fraud.” Zhong Manhua’s expression turned cold. “Our Ying family doesn’t have any masters; even fraud requires some skill.”
Without waiting for the staff on the other end to say anything, she hung up the phone and blocked the number.
When Zhong Zhiwan heard about the Chinese Artists Calligraphy Association, she realized something: "Auntie, what's wrong?"
“A scam call.” Zhong Manhua smiled contemptuously. “They even claimed to be staff members of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, inviting some Master Ying to their place. They don’t even bother to prepare a draft before lying.”
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.
Zhong Manhua didn't watch the live broadcast of the arts festival that day, but she was there in person.
The calligraphy that Ying Zijin wrote with both hands drew endless praise from Sheng Qingtang.
Sheng Qingtang was also the former president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, so Zhong Zhiwan was certain that the call was specifically for Ying Zijin.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Manhua became a victim of a scam call.
That makes sense, though. The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is far more well-known in China than the Ying family.
Zhong Zhiwan couldn't tell if she was relieved or nervous. She lowered her head, trying hard to suppress the smile on her lips: "Auntie, what if it really is the China Calligraphy Artists Association calling?"
“Impossible.” Zhong Manhua took a sip of tea, unconcerned. “Your uncle and your cousins aren’t cut out for the arts, as for…”
That was the end of the sentence.
Zhong Manhua frowned.
Surely the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association isn't doing this for Ying Zijin?
She did hire calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting teachers for Ying Zijin, but in the end, they achieved nothing.
Zhong Manhua preferred to believe that Ying Zijin would pass one of her midterm exams.
She had never attended a single parent-teacher meeting for the gifted class before; she simply couldn't bear the embarrassment.
"Wanwan, go ahead and do your thing." Zhong Manhua put down her cup. "I'll wait here for your grandfather to come back."
**
This way.
The staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association were completely bewildered when their phone was disconnected.
They had no choice but to reply to Shengqingtang that Master Ying's family considered them scammers, and not only that, they had also blocked their phone numbers.
Sheng Qingtang was very angry. After thinking about it, he decided to go to their door to invite them directly.
Just then, Qingzhi called.
"President Sheng, I gave you the wrong file, I gave you the wrong file." The academic affairs director was sweating profusely. "The contact number for Ying's parents has changed. It's my fault, I was wrong. I still had the old version of the file."
"Please write this down. This is Ying's father's phone number, it's 177xxxxxxxx."
Sheng Qingtang noted it down, puzzled: "What about that one just now?"
"That belongs to her adoptive parents." The academic affairs director didn't say much, just mentioned it briefly, "They're really scum."
He and the head of moral education were good brothers, and the students called them the "Qingzhi Duo," but the head of moral education also had the title of "Master Extinction."
The academic affairs director had heard the moral education director mention it several times.
Lady Ying didn't ask about the facts and started hitting people right away.
If he acts like this in front of outsiders, how would he act in private?
Just recently, wasn't there a video circulating on Weibo of a mother slapping her son and choking him in public?
I thought this wealthy socialite would have some manners, but it seems she's not much better.
Sheng Qingtang had always lived a secluded life and had no idea about such a thing. He frowned and said, "Okay, I understand. It's the Ying family, one of the four great families, right?"
He hung up the phone and sent the new number to the staff.
He then got up, put on his reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and slowly typed a message for the current president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
【Hey, let me tell you, remember this Ying family. From now on, if anyone from their group asks for favors from our association, refuse them all and tell them to get lost, get as far away as possible.】
**
Inner and outer ring roads.
In the residential area.
After taking his medicine, Wen Fengmian received a call from the China Calligraphy Artists Association.
He was quite surprised, but not very shocked.
It seemed that the prestigious name of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association was not enough to move him.
But I'm still proud.
After all, Ying Zijing was someone he raised single-handedly, and even though she wasn't his biological daughter, he always hoped she could have the best future.
Wen Fengmian smiled and asked softly, "Is it to invite Yaoyao to join the association?"
"No," the staff member said. "Our Chairman Sheng said that we are inviting Master Ying to be a director of our association. He doesn't have to do anything; he can just hold the position in name only."
This is the normal reaction.
He muttered to himself.
When he made the first call, he thought he had reached some leader.
fraud?
Do they just trick people into joining their association for no reason?
"Okay, I understand." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times. "I can't make this decision myself. I need to ask the child for his opinion."
"Of course." The staff member was somewhat flattered and hurriedly said, "You're too kind. I'll get back to Chairman Sheng right away."
Wen Fengmian's voice was very soft, but Wen Tinglan still heard it.
The door opened, and the boy came out of the bedroom carrying a small bear: "Dad?"
"Yes, they're looking for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian stood up, somewhat worried. "Yuyu, you've been a bit sleepy lately, are you alright?"
"It's okay, Dad, don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed her eyes. "My sister said it's normal."
He has already undergone two hypnotherapy sessions.
Some things that have been suppressed in the subconscious for a long time are also being slowly erased.
As the second-ranked hypnotist in NOK, Yu Xuesheng's hypnotic abilities are naturally recognized as among the world's top.
Treating autism is a piece of cake.
"That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head and smiled, "You really do listen to your sister."
Wen Tinglan sat down next to him, but did not deny it: "Dad, who's looking for my sister?"
"The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association will appoint Yaoyao as a director."
Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but my sister doesn't seem very willing."
"It's fine if we don't go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything. "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside, and she left some medicinal food for us."
**
On the other side.
Ying Zijin was unaware that Sheng Qingtang had also had association staff call her home.
She couldn't be bothered to even look at such things, as they wouldn't affect her future anyway.
She felt sleepy as soon as she finished eating.
Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car, so she didn't have to walk much.
After fastening her seatbelt, Ying Zijing leaned against the car window.
Before closing her eyes, she glanced at Weibo.
Um.
Her grandfather was so happy today that he didn't even post on Weibo, which saved her a job.
Ying Zijing yawned, wrapped the blanket around herself, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
Fu Yunshen drove slowly, arriving at the residential area forty minutes later.
Ying Zijing was still asleep, showing no sign of getting up.
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and patted her: "Yaoyao."
The girl moved, but turned away and buried her head, clearly not wanting to pay attention to him.
Fu Yunshen pulled out the car key, got out of the car, and then walked to the passenger side and opened the car door.
As if she knew what he was going to do, Ying Zijing turned her body back.
"..."
Fu Yunshen patted her again: "Yaoyao, we're home, it's time to get off the bus."
This time, at least there was some response.
Just one word.
"No."
"I can't sleep here."
"Sleep here."
"..."
Sometimes, communicating with children can be really difficult.
Should he buy some relevant books to read?
"kid."
Fu Yunshen braced himself on the top of the car door with one hand, leaned down, and moved slightly closer.
Her peach blossom eyes were deep and captivating, their light flickering as if reflecting the entire galaxy.
"If you don't get down, do you want your brother to carry you? Hmm?"
Lord: How dare this man flirt with my best friend? He's finished! :)
Nie Chao: I don't think so.
(End of this chapter)
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