Zhong Manhua naturally knew the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
This is the China Calligraphy Association, and other regional associations are just branches.
Members of a branch association cannot even obtain membership in the main association.
The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association also has a high status in the art world and often communicates with some foreign art masters.
But why did the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association call her?
She once wanted to invite members of the Chinese Artists Calligraphy Association to be Xiaoxuan's teacher, but no one had the leisure time to do so.
After all, these calligraphy masters can sell a piece of calligraphy at a sky-high price, so naturally they won’t come to teach.
Zhong Manhua was puzzled: "Excuse me, did you call the wrong number?"
"Wrong number?"
There was a staff member on the other end of the phone. After hearing this, he looked at the number carefully and said, "Yes, you dialed the wrong number. Aren't you Master Ying's mother?"
Zhong Manhua was stunned again: "Master Ying?"
The Ying family has been engaged in business for generations, so when did they produce a master?
"I'm sorry, if you didn't make a mistake, then you're a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression turned cold. "We don't have any masters in the Ying family. Cheating people requires some skills."
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, he realized something: "Aunt, what's wrong?"
"Scam call." Zhong Manhua smiled contemptuously. "They even said they were staff members of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association and invited Master Ying to their place. They didn't even think twice before deceiving people."
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.
Zhong Manhua didn't watch the live broadcast of the art festival that day, but she was there.
Sheng Qingtang was amazed by the calligraphy that Ying Zijin wrote with both hands.
Sheng Qingtang is also the former president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan can be sure that this call was made specifically for Ying Zijin.
I didn’t expect that Zhong Manhua would directly treat the call as a scam.
But it is true that the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is much more well-known in China than the Ying family.
Zhong Zhiwan couldn't tell whether she was relieved or nervous. She lowered her head and tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips: "Aunt, what if it's really the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association calling?"
"Impossible." Zhong Manhua took a sip of tea and said unconcernedly, "Your uncle and your cousins are not cut out for the art world. As for..."
He didn't say anything else.
Zhong Manhua frowned.
The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association isn't doing this for Ying Zijin, right?
She did hire calligraphy and Chinese painting teachers for Ying Zijin, but in the end there was no result.
Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin can pass one subject in the midterm exam.
She had never attended any of the previous parent-teacher meetings for the gifted class because she couldn't afford to lose face.
"Wanwan, go and do your thing." Zhong Manhua put down the cup, "I'll wait here for your grandfather to come back."
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This way.
The staff of the China Calligraphy Artists Association was disconnected and looked confused.
They had no choice but to reply to Sheng Qingtang that Master Ying’s family thought they were scammers. Not only that, they also blocked their mobile phone numbers.
Sheng Qingtang was very angry, but after thinking it over, he decided to go directly to invite him.
At this time, Qingzhi called.
"President Sheng, I gave it to the wrong person." The Dean of Academic Affairs was sweating profusely. "The contact number of Ying's parents has been changed. Blame me for holding the old version of the file."
"Please remember, this is the phone number of classmate Ying's father, 177xxxxxxxx."
Sheng Qingtang took note and said in confusion: "What about that one just now?"
"That's her adoptive parents' home." The Dean of Academic Affairs didn't say much, but just mentioned it briefly, "It's pretty shabby."
He and the director of moral education are good brothers, and are called the Qingzhi Twins by students. However, the director of moral education has an additional title, Master Mie Jue.
The Dean of Academic Affairs heard the Dean of Moral Education say this several times.
Mrs. Ying didn't ask about the facts and just started beating people.
If this is the case in front of outsiders, what about in private?
Just a while ago, wasn’t there an exposure on Weibo of a mother slapping and choking her son in public?
I thought this wealthy lady would have some grace, but it seems she is not much better.
Sheng Qingtang had been living a secluded life and didn't know about this. He frowned and said, "Okay, I know. It's the Ying family from the Four Great Families, right?"
He hung up the phone and sent the new number to the staff.
I stood up, put on my reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and typed slowly. I sent a letter to the current president of the China Calligraphy Artists Association.
[Well, let me tell you, remember this Ying family, if anyone from them asks our association for anything in the future, we must reject them all and tell them to get lost as far away as possible. 】
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Inner and outer ring.
In the community.
After Wen Fengmian took the medicine, he received a call from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
He was quite surprised, but not too shocked.
It seemed as if the resounding name of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association was not enough to move him.
But I am proud of it for sure.
After all, he raised Ying Zijin, and even though she was not his biological daughter, he always hoped that she could have the best future.
Wen Fengmian smiled and asked softly, "Do you want Yaoyao to join the club?"
"No." The staff member said, "Our president Sheng said that we would like to invite Master Ying to be the director of our association. He doesn't need to do anything, just put his name on it."
This is a normal reaction.
He muttered.
When he made the first call, he thought he was calling some leader.
fraud?
Why would they trick people into joining their association?
"Okay, I understand." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times, "I can't make the decision on this matter. I want to ask the child's own opinion."
"It's my pleasure." The staff member was somewhat flattered and said hurriedly, "You are so polite. I will reply to President 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 little bear. "Dad?"
"Yes, I'm looking for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian stood up, a little worried, "Yuyu, you've been a little sleepy lately, are you okay?"
"It's okay, Dad, don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed his eyes, "Sister said it's normal."
He has already received two sessions of hypnosis treatment.
Some things that have been suppressed in the subconscious for a long time are also slowly being erased.
As the second-best hypnotist on the NOK list, Yu Xuesheng's hypnosis ability is naturally recognized as one of the best in the world.
Treating autism is not a problem.
"That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head and smiled, "You really listen to your sister."
Wen Tinglan sat down next to him, but did not deny it: "Dad, who's looking for me?"
"The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, let Yaoyao be the director."
Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but my sister doesn't seem to be willing."
"It's okay if you don't go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything. "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside, and she left some medicinal food for us to use."
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The other side.
Ying Zijin didn't know that Sheng Qingtang had asked the association's staff to call her home.
She was too lazy to even look at this kind of thing, and it wouldn't affect her future anyway.
As soon as she finished her meal, she felt very sleepy.
Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car, so she didn't have to walk much.
After Ying Zijin fastened his seat belt, he leaned against the car window.
Before closing her eyes, she took a look at Weibo.
Um.
Her grandfather was so happy today that he didn't even post on Weibo. She finally saved herself a piece of work.
Ying Zijin yawned, wrapped himself in the blanket, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Fu Yunshen didn't drive fast, and it took him forty minutes to reach the community.
Ying Zijin was still sleeping and showed no intention of getting up.
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and patted her: "Yaoyao."
The girl moved, but turned around and buried her head, obviously not wanting to pay attention to him.
Fu Yunshen took out the car key, got out of the car, then walked to the passenger side and opened the door.
As if knowing what he was going to do, Ying Zijin turned back.
“…”
Fu Yunshen patted her again: "Yaoyao, we're home, it's time to get off the car."
This time there was finally some response.
Just one word.
"No."
"You can't sleep here."
"Just sleep here."
“…”
Sometimes, it is really difficult to communicate with children.
Should he buy some relevant books?
"kid."
Fu Yunshen supported himself with one hand on the top of the car door, leaned down, and moved slightly closer.
A pair of peach blossom eyes are deep and charming, with a faint light flickering, as if reflecting the entire galaxy.
"If you don't come down, do you want your brother to carry you? Huh?"
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