Chi Yundai's memory was not as good as Jiang Fuli and Bai Qian's, so he learned that Jiang He would come today.

He carefully studied the page Jiang Fuli gave him.

Yes, one page.

No exaggeration.

Chi Yundai suddenly realized that there were so many vegetables in the world.

He didn't dare to complain about Jiang Fuli. Among all the people, Bai Qian was the only one who seemed very easy to talk to. "When I was such a picky eater when I was little, my mother would ask me if I wanted to eat slaps."

Bai Qian can make people lower their guard in the shortest possible time if she wants to get to know them well. Even Chi Yundai is almost heartbroken towards her.

They are the type of people the police are most afraid of.

Bai Qian put the A4 paper away, took out the test paper and prepared to do the questions. He glanced at the long list: "Jiang Xiaoniao is really picky about food."

She commented politely.

Chi Yundai wanted to laugh.

Ginger bird?

He endured it and didn't dare to scream in Jiang He's face, so he returned to the kitchen with the knife.

Secretly laughing out loud.

Just before leaving, I looked at Bai Zian listing calculation formulas on the back of the A4 paper, and I was a little surprised: How could Miss Bai, a senior in high school, look like the ancients? She was full of awe for pen and ink.

I just wrote down a calculation, so cautiously.

**

Qiu Xuezheng taught Bai Qian how to help Xiangcheng apply for a book association in the morning.

The name "Baijian" is very popular among the Chinese Calligraphers Association. Qiu Xuezheng estimates that he will receive a notice of approval of the application next week. After all, this kind of agency handles the review process one after another.

But he never expected it.

I just applied in the morning, and at six o'clock in the afternoon, when the staff of the Chinese Calligraphers Association got off work, it was approved.

When the documents and funds were handed over to the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, the director was shocked.

Even with the presence of white wormwood, this is too fast to separate the spectrum.

It’s not that fast on a rocket!

Naturally, the establishment of a book association in Xiangcheng would not be hidden from Ren Qian. At nearly seven o'clock in the evening, Ren Qian, Qiu Xuezheng, and the director of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism were sitting in the conference room of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism.

Because I came to see Qiu Xuezheng.

Ren Qian brought Ren Wanxuan here specially, hoping to find time for Qiu Xuezheng to help Ren Wanxuan recommend the candidates for next year.

This time Qiu Xuezheng did not refuse.

"I never expected," Ren Qian read the printed notice and documents, and was no less excited than the other two, "Xiangcheng is really going to establish a book association. Have you chosen the address?"

Holding a calligraphy association is an affirmation of Xiangcheng culture.

The Chinese Calligraphers Association will also allocate some people to settle in the Calligraphers Association, which is definitely a great event for Xiangcheng.

Ren Qian knew that it was probably Qiu Boqing who won the third prize, but Ren Wanxuan had been sulking recently because of the issue of recommended places, so no one in the Ren family dared to mention the Lanting Award.

Ren Qian just pretended that he didn't know that Qiu Boqing was going to compete.

"This is Minister Xu. He was just transferred from below to help us establish the calligraphy association today. I wonder if a few highly respected teachers will be assigned to come down." The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau handed the document to Minister Xu.

A teacher from Jiang Jing would be fine..."

Qiu Xuezheng nodded slightly to Director Xu, and then thought about the director's question.

"Thinking too far," Qiu Xuezheng, who is a member of the calligraphy association and knows some rules, "Anyone from other places who come to Xiangcheng will be decentralized, and most people will avoid decentralization. So our first batch of launch personnel must carefully consider...

…”

People in Xiangcheng are trying their best to pass the exam.

How could any respected teacher want to come here?

"Wanxuan," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Ren Wanxuan seriously again, "I will list you and your senior brother as the first batch of initiators of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association."

If you want to join the Chinese Calligraphers Association, you need to meet the requirements of the Beicheng Calligraphers Association.

However, the Xiangcheng Calligraphers Association has just started, so not many people are bound to join.

In order to contribute to the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, Qiu Xuezheng had already submitted his transfer report to the Beicheng Calligraphy Association at noon. If everything went well, he could transfer to the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association before it opened.

"Teacher, I know." Ren Wanxuan paused for a moment, then nodded.

These three old men are still discussing the book association.

Ren Wanxuan had to go back for tutoring classes and left with Director Xu who was going to survey the site.

"Minister Xu," Ren Wanxuan entered the elevator with him and looked at the information in his hand, "Can you let me see the start-up personnel?"

She wanted to know how many people were involved in launching the project.

Ren Qian's only granddaughter, a student of Qiu Xuezheng, is one of the seed candidates who will be admitted to Jiangjing University in the future. Minister Xu found out the details of the Ren family before being promoted.

He didn't expect Ren Wanxuan to take the initiative to talk to him.

Minister Xu quickly handed the information in his hand to Ren Wanxuan: "Miss Ren, you can read it as you like."

Ren Wanxuan took the information and selected a few possible addresses for calligraphy associations. In the middle was a detailed plan. She took a cursory glance and turned to the last page.

Is the initial launch person.

As she expected, there were less than ten people, and she knew almost no one except Qiu Boqing.

She had just returned the information to Director Xu when she touched something out of the corner of her eye and suddenly reached out and grabbed it again!

Minister Xu was startled by her and looked at Ren Wanxuan subconsciously.

Ren Wanxuan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes concealing the coldness. Her whole person looked extremely cold under the light, and she turned the document to the last page.

I saw a name on the last line of the list of starters——

White wormwood.

"Who decided this quota?" Ren Wanxuan marked the quota with her fingertips and looked at Minister Xu.

Director Xu was only responsible for launching the calligraphy association plan. After hearing this, he thought that Ren Wanxuan disliked the small number of people, so he couldn't help but sigh: "There is no way, these few people are still cobbled together by our director."

Ren Wanxuan could have predicted this situation.
Chapter completed!