Wang Dashan, Liu Shao'e and Kang Min passed by. After the two ladies walked away, they approached and asked in a low voice: "Where is your mother's relative?"

"No."

Wang Dashan nodded and said, "That's good. I used to wish I could just leave my relationship clean, but now you have become prosperous. If you come up with me again, it would be shameless."

Zhong Yue looked at Huang Mingchuan behind Wang Dashan and understood what was going on in this duo.

"Mr. Huang is here for the door this time, what advice do you have?"

Since the incident of Weibei, Huang Mingchuan has always felt guilty and smiled helplessly, "Zhong Yue, I was also driven to the shelves before. I hope to take responsibility for the affairs of Weibei."

After a long circle of the stone tablet, Huang Mingchuan said that his old face could not be held back. He broke the stone tablet he passed down from his ancestors, but finally went around in circles and asked the owner to spit out all the money. It can be said that Zhong Yue was the biggest loser in the donation.

However, they have no intention of making a big deal, otherwise he would be the one who is in charge of the cultural center and would not be able to bear the face.

"Mr. Huang doesn't have to worry about it."

To be honest, if there was no unexpected gain of the brushwork system, Zhong Yue would definitely have a grudge against Huang Mingchuan in the matter of Weibei, including Wang Dashan. After that, he lost it and got it again, which was finally the best result. Some secrets cannot be said. Zhong Yue simply was too lazy to be petty and petty.

Wang Dashan also smiled.

To be honest, he was selfish in the donation of Weibei. After that, Zhong Yue took care of the series of things alone. He, the township chief, was indeed a bit disgusting. Later, Zhong Yue also helped the teaching and evaluation work of the village primary school. When he thinks about it, he is sorry for his "big nephew".

"Xiao Yue, Uncle Wang was also wrong in that matter. Uncle Wang was just thinking about a stone tablet, so he didn't think much about it and didn't take care of your emotions."

When the two of them stood at the door and admitted their mistakes, Zhong Yue was also amused and crying, "What's wrong with this? Mr. Huang, you won't come here to tell me about this, right?"

Huang Mingchuan said: "It's not all. I have also read the work of the Spirit Flying Sutra at the Grand Prix, which is very good."

"Then you..."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it will be no problem to win the first prize this time."

Wu Zhonghe went through many troubles to curb Zhong Yue's creativity, but he shot himself in the foot. Zhong Yue's copying foundation was even better. He was not a good lacquer book. He was a master of Lingfei Jing, which amazed the audience.

"Are you here to congratulate me?"

Huang Mingchuan sat on the sofa, took the tea, looked at the tea cup left on the table, and asked, "Mr. Liu is here to invite you to the Calligraphy Association?"

"No, there's something else."

"Oh..." Huang Mingchuan was a little absent-minded.

Zhong Yue didn't say anything, and Huang Mingchuan didn't ask.

"I have agreed with Gu Yatou before that in order to compensate for your previous losses, I will help you join the Calligraphy Association."

Wang Dashan beat the drum on the side, "That's great. With a calligraphy master like Mr. Huang, Xiao Yue, you have already stepped into the city Calligraphy Association with one foot. In the future, communicating with the calligraphy masters in the city can also enhance your fame."

Zhong Yue looked at Huang Mingchuan's face that was not very natural and smiled and said, "If Mr. Huang has difficulties, don't bother. I am still young and don't worry."

Huang Mingchuan smiled, "At your level, those calligraphers in their thirties and forties are not as good as you. Who is qualified if you are not qualified? It's just that you had a bit of a quarrel with Lao Zhang before. He is the director of this Calligraphy Association. If you want to reject you, the old calligraphers I have had a hard time opposing it. So if you want to join the Calligraphy Association, it's best to go over and communicate with Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang is also a celebrity in Huizhou among the older generation. If you can let go of your past grudges with him, then the matter of joining the Calligraphy Association will be stable."

Zhong Yue seemed to understand something.

"Young people, sometimes they lower their posture. I believe you are a sensible child."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Mr. Huang, I will not obey my fate in this matter. If Director Zhang came to apologize, I would not have been scrambling to celebrate this little holiday. But you didn't see it in the Cultural Center. Forget it, I won't say anything more. If I let me turn black and white into the Calligraphy Association and say something against my will, then forget it."

Huang Mingchuan was silent and nodded, "I understand. But I will still help you fight for it. I hope Lao Zhang will be the most important thing. Now traditional culture is getting weaker, especially for the younger generation, there is a gap. If no one stands up, we old guys will be buried in the future. Who will carry this big banner?"

"You're a little out of the way."

Huang Mingchuan said seriously: "No, it's not far away, but it's imminent. Now the calligraphy world is dominated by its own people, not as blooming as in modern times, but one generation is worse than the other. Okay, these are all later stories. I will plan for you in the Calligraphy Association's affairs."

Huang Mingchuan got up and was about to leave. Wang Dashan, who was listening to the Qing Dynasty, smiled and said, "Old Huang, let's have a meal and leave."

"No, today is a private matter, so I won't bother with Township Chief Wang."

"No trouble, no trouble, you can have a meal, you can go to my house. Xiaoyue, you can also accompany you to have a meal."

Huang Mingchuan smiled slightly and looked around the house, "It's really a three-day farewell to the public. When I came here, it seemed like the old-fashioned hall was still there. Well, it was pretty good. Look out here and there was a mountain view, which was much more comfortable than the apartment I lived in in the city. I really didn't have dinner today. Township Mayor Wang, I said goodbye, there was something else in the city."

"Then I'll send you there."

Zhong Yue also walked out.

"Xiao Yue, you were sent away. It's a lot of trouble if your family has to close the door. I'll just send Mr. Huang back."

Zhong Yue said, "Then Mr. Huang, please walk slowly."

He returned to the house and his stomach was so hungry that he was rumbling. He went around early in the morning, and the half-baked poached eggs had not yet been fried.

The cassette reignites, and the poached egg has been heated to a point of solidification by the residual heat of oil. After Zhong Yue heats it up a little, he turns over the noodles, puts it in the toast he bought, pours a glass of milk, and finally has a delicious breakfast.

After breakfast, Zhong Yue felt that he was alive. The Calligraphy Association was the best place to join, but Zhong Yue wanted to be in a favorable position and went there without any taste for such a place. He asked Zhang Shaolin, so he would be exempted.

If you don’t keep me here, you will have a place to keep me.

...

...

The car was parked in front of the township office building, and Wang Dashan followed Huang Mingchuan on the road.

"Old Huang, Xiao Yue, this child is stubborn. You have some words to say."

"Ah? Oh, okay, it must be." Huang Mingchuan responded absent-mindedly.

Wang Dashan said: "What you said before is that it is easier to join the Calligraphy Association in this way. Why didn't you say it in the house just now?"

Huang Mingchuan sighed: "I am ashamed and can't teach him anything. I hope Mr. Liu can give him a clear path."

"Sir, that old man seems to be a woman, right?"

Huang Mingchuan looked at Wang Dashan, "Sir is a respectful title. The cultural industry in Huizhou, I am afraid that Ms. Liu Shao'e will be the only one who can get this title."

Wang Dashan was a little surprised. What... when did this kid become so famous?
Chapter completed!