At the Eight Immortals table, except for Bai Zian, everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on Jiang Fuli's face.

His face, like Bai Zian's, is too deceptive, and he doesn't look like the type of person who can write well.

How did you know that he just said "China Calligraphy Association" so casually??!

Or a special member?

There are only five special members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association!

Except for the president, everyone else lives in seclusion and often only sees their works but not their people. Even members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association find it difficult to see these senior members. Is this one one of them?

Next to him, Jian Zhe felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He couldn't help but poke his head to look at Jiang Fuli. When he touched Jiang Fuli's pale eyes, Jian Zhe immediately looked away.

"Is there a problem?" There was no movement for a long time, Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, no," Qiu Xuezheng was also hit a bit hard. He had experienced many storms, and he slowly put away his shock, "No problem."

The tip of his pen trembled as he wrote the word "super" after Jiang Fuli's name.

"You want to take a grade test?" Bai Zian tilted her head. She didn't understand the rules here.

He tilted his head slightly and asked Jiang Fuli calmly.

She was wearing the simplest school uniform, with a clear side face and eyebrows like flowers and snow. The lights above her gave her a hazy and gentle temperament.

"Not only are members, the association also needs to be rated." Jiang Fuli took the purple clay pot and slowly added tea to her cup, then poured himself another cup. "There are only eight of us now, and we are just a junior association."

Each major book association conducts ratings in June every year.

Associations are divided from top to bottom into special-level associations, senior-level associations, intermediate-level associations, and junior-level associations.

There is only one special-level association in the country, which is the Chinese Calligraphy Association. This is one of the reasons why everyone wants to join the Chinese Calligraphy Association.

Senior associations are located in the four major cities.

Like Bai Zian, I have never participated in the rating. Even if I get the Lanting Award, I am currently only a junior member.

"This is the membership fee. There is no password." Before leaving, Jiang Fuli gave Qiu Xuezheng a card. "She wants to run a calligraphy school. Here is the start-up capital. In addition, I have asked someone to make a plan. Someone will join you.

.”

Qiu Xuezheng sat on the Eight Immortals table and looked at a black card from an international bank, Suzaku Bank, placed in front of him.

Doubt life.

"Teacher Qiu," Jian Zhe said next to him as he watched Jiang Fuli and Bai Qian leave, then looked back at the black card, "It won't be difficult for us... to become a high-level association in the future, right?"

Qiu Xuezheng was also in a daze, "Yes... probably..."

He felt that Bai Zian would definitely be admitted as a special member.

With two special members in charge, a high-level association should be able to do it, right?

As for the special association, it would only appear in Jiangjing, but they had never thought about it.

Of course, Jian Zhe and Qiu Xuezheng don't know yet. They think these two people are very powerful, but they don't know that these two people... are the most powerful in teaching talents!

Especially Bai Qian, in calligraphy, she can even completely copy Liang Zewen's teaching!

Qiu Xuezheng took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Deputy Chairman Qian——

[If they don’t want to come, there’s no need to force them.]

On the other side, Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Vice President Qian said they would not release people in Xiangcheng.

Especially Qiu Boqing, he originally thought that Qiu Xuezheng would force him.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Xuezheng didn't send him a single word.

**

at the same time.

Yongfu Community.

The man wearing a shirt holds a cigarette in his hand, and the tattoo on his vest extends to his neck. Behind him are four large excavators. "No one here signs?"

"Mr. Lu, it's mainly because he's a painter," his subordinate carefully lit a cigarette for him, "Ji Shaojun, the house in Building 7, Building 601, he is well-educated and very respected here. You should have seen the contract.

Loophole, don’t let people here sign.”

With that said, his subordinate took out another stack of information and handed it to Mr. Lu.

Yongfu Community is located in the development zone, and everyone wants to win this piece of cake.

The people living here are ordinary people. There are loopholes in the demolition agreement given by Mr. Lu. I thought it would be easy to deceive these lonely old people, but I didn't expect it.

None of these people signed.

After further investigation, it was all because of the family in Building 7, Building 601.

The whole neighborhood listened to the painter's advice.

"Let's go." Mr. Lu chewed his cigarette and looked at the information. He was an ordinary painter and a philistine housewife.

It's close to eight o'clock.

When they arrived, Ji Shaojun was washing dishes. Shen Qing saw Mr. Lu with open arms and a fierce python tattoo on his body, and couldn't help but take a step back, "Old, Old Ji..."

"Shen Qing, Ji Shaojun, right?" Mr. Lu sat on the chair brought by his subordinates and tilted his head slightly.

The subordinate immediately handed a card to Shen Qing.

Mr. Lu chewed his cigarette and smiled, "There is one million here. As long as you let the people here sign the demolition contract, the one million will be yours."

They investigated specifically.

Ji Shaojun was a noble man, but Shen Qing was a philistine.

One million.

sufficient.

"One million?" Hearing this, Shen Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the card.

For an ordinary person, this is a huge fortune.

Shen Qing has never seen so much money.

Ji Shaojun didn't even blink and returned the card to Mr. Lu, "We won't do this kind of thing."

Mr. Lu smiled.

He looked deeply at Shen Qing, then waved his hand, "Let's go."

After the others left, Ji Shaojun slammed the door, frowned and said to Shen Qing: "Don't even think about this."

**

Tuesday.

Yang Lin had gone to school well these two days. Bai Qian took out the books one by one and thought about how to tell her about moving out of her household registration.

Unlike others, Yang Lin has always avoided contact with others.

"Xian," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Xian from the front, twirling his fingers, "That..."

Bai Qian raised her eyes, her eyebrows reflecting the rising sun, very charming, "Say."

"Oh," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Qian, "I'm a self-media practitioner and of course I'm still in the early stages. I want to send your school anniversary video to my account. Can I blur it a little bit?"

Zhang Shize, who had just arrived in class, was dizzy. He crossed his long legs and said, "Lu Xiaohan, can you speak slower, so who can hear you clearly? I can't even breathe."

He just finished speaking.

Bai Qian leaned back and said, "Okay, just relax."

She didn't have any opinion on this matter. She didn't know much about the self-media, but it was difficult for her to refuse Lu Xiaohan's request.

Zhang Shize: "?"

"You're so kind!" Lu Xiaohan exclaimed and went to hug Bai Qian.

However, Bai Qian used one finger to hold it. Her fingertips gently touched Lu Xiaohan's forehead. She randomly took out a book with her other hand, tilted her head slightly, and smiled lazily at Lu Xiaohan, "

Speak politely and don't move your hands or feet."

"Oh." The tips of Lu Xiaohan's ears were slightly red.

Then he thought of something again and rolled his eyes at Zhang Shize, "Stupid thing."

Zhang Shize: "..."

The course was completed in one day.

Bai Qian did not go to the milk tea shop after school in the evening. Instead, she went to the book association with Jiang He. The bus stop sign has been applied for and the route is now being planned.

"Sister," Jian Zhe was moving a chair in the yard. When he saw Bai Qian coming over, his eyes lit up, "Come and take a look at our classroom."

The calligraphy association is right next to the martial arts school.

The martial arts competition hall is smaller, covering an area of ​​one acre. The surrounding rooms have been planned by Qiu Xuezheng as classrooms, office reception rooms...
To be continued...