So Zhong Wenxing said that the people who asked Jiang Zhihao to help invite the calligraphy and painting association have been overtime for more than ten minutes and there is no sign of anyone. Naturally, the superiors thought they were being tricked.
He was angry with Zhong Wenxing for not being able to do things well, and even more angry with Zhong Wenxing for believing in his son-in-law even though he knew he was unreliable!
"You, you...just wait for me!" The superior pointed at Zhong Wenxing angrily. Looking at this posture, he probably wanted to punish him severely when he turned around.
Zhong Wenxing himself was so angry that he wanted to slap him in the face.
I don’t know what kind of virtue my son-in-law is, so why am I so obsessed with believing in him?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zhong Wenxing really wanted to find Jiang Zhihao immediately, push him to the ground and beat him up.
At this time, Zhong Wenxing heard a voice: "Dad, we are here."
He turned around and saw Jiang Zhihao walking towards him.
Zhong Wenxing glared, pointed at Jiang Zhihao and scolded: "How dare you come here, you bastard, I must..." today.
Before he finished speaking, he was pulled hard. Before Zhong Wenxing could react, he saw his superior walking quickly towards Jiang Zhihao. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and shouted cheerfully: "Isn't this President Wang? What's wrong with you?"
coming."
"Didn't your unit say that it is going to hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition? As the leader of the Municipal Painting and Calligraphy Association, how can I be absent? And not only am I here, but Vice President Liu and the others are also here. In addition, Mr. Jiang also invited you
An important guest! By the way, I heard that Mr. Jiang’s father-in-law is also in your unit? I don’t know who he is?” Wang Wencheng, the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, said while looking inside.
The superior was stunned when he heard this. He didn't quite understand who the so-called Mr. Jiang was, but it was hard for him to ask this kind of question directly.
Fortunately, there was someone smart nearby who helped me ask this question.
Wang Wencheng gestured to Jiang Zhihao next to him and said, "This is Mr. Jiang. Why, you don't know him? Mr. Jiang, who is your father-in-law?"
"That's my father-in-law, Zhong Wenxing, over there." Jiang Zhihao replied.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the work unit was stunned. The father-in-law was Zhong Wenxing, so this person... was Jiang Zhihao, Zhong Wenxing's most hated son-in-law?
Doesn't it mean that he has accomplished nothing? Why is the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association so polite to him?
But no matter what, Jiang Zhihao invited people from the Painting and Calligraphy Association. The superiors wanted to give him some face, so they immediately waved to Zhong Wenxing and called him over.
Zhong Wenxing is a little dazed now. Vice President Liu came to the calligraphy and painting exhibition last year, and he has some impressions. As for the other people, he doesn't know any of them, but just by hearing their names, he knows that they are high-level officials of the calligraphy and painting association.
Although this is just a non-governmental organization, the people who can join it all have some status, at least much more powerful than Zhong Wenxing.
The superior smiled and said to Zhong Wenxing: "Old Zhong, this is Mr. Wang Wencheng, the president of our city's calligraphy and painting association."
Zhong Wenxing quickly stretched out his hand to hold Wang Wencheng's hand, and said fearfully: "Hello, President Wang..."
"Hello, Mr. Zhong." Wang Wencheng shook hands with him politely, and then said to Jiang Zhihao: "Mr. Jiang, your father-in-law looks really young, and he also likes calligraphy and painting so much. We can get closer and closer in the future."
The compliment in Wang Wencheng's words was self-evident, and both Zhong Wenxing and his superiors were surprised when they heard it.