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.
From top to bottom, associations are divided into special-level associations, senior associations, intermediate associations, and junior 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," beside him, Jian Zhe looked at Jiang Fuli and Bai Qian leaving, 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 from Building 7, Building 601, he's a well-educated man and is very respected here. You should have seen what's in 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...
Jian Zhe took Bai Zian to the thirty-square-meter classroom, "When the equipment arrives in two days, we can let the children from nearby come to learn."
"Not bad." Bai Zian put down his schoolbag, then opened the zipper and casually handed a bag of things inside to Jian Zhe.
See how relaxed Bai Zian is.
Jian Zhe took it with one hand.
When he took it over, he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he quickly held on to the wall on one side.
Jiang He sat on a stool on the side, swinging his legs and looking at Jian Zhe expressionlessly.
"What is this?" Jian Zhe lowered his head in shock and saw dozens of quail egg-sized silver metal inside.
Such a small amount, how many kilograms?
"It's for calligraphy practice." Bai Qian raised his hand, revealing a scarlet ribbon and an egg-sized iridium, "You wear one every day."
She asked Mao Kun for it a few days ago, and Mao Kun was very fast.
Of course, Miss Bai doesn't know the price of her quail eggs yet.
Jian Zhe nodded in a daze.
**
Suburban, abandoned warehouse.
Mr. Lu held two cards in his hand and slowly squatted down next to Shen Qing. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't you like money? You don't want two million, either?"
He didn't understand that Shen Qing said he didn't want to put two million here.
Shen Qingai in the information is greedy for petty gains, vulgar, selfish and philistine.
He could naturally tell that she loved money very much.
Shen Qing glanced at the bank card, and after a long while, he raised his head and smiled flatteringly, "Lu, Mr. Lu, the old man in our community..."
"I thought we were the same kind of people, but... you really disappoint me." Mr. Lu smiled. He stood up, crushed Shen Qing's right hand with his foot, and gently threw the two bank cards to the
aside.
Shen Qing felt the pain in his fingertips, and his facial features instantly twisted into a ball, "Lu, Mr. Lu..."
Mr. Lu admired Shen Qing's painful look, then took a step back and tilted his head, "Come here."
Five minutes later.
"I didn't expect you to be such a tough guy," he looked at Shen Qing who collapsed on the ground and lit another cigarette, "What now?"
Shen Qing raised her head again. She said "poof" at Mr. Lu and spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, "Even, even the old man was defrauded of his money... you are also considered a human being, haha!"
"..." Mr. Lu reached out and slowly wiped the saliva from his face. The smile on his lips was not reduced by half, but his eyes were like a poisonous snake hiding in the abyss, like a python extending to his neck, "Teach me a lesson."
she."
**
9pm.
Ji Mulan, who had just finished taking a shower, received the call and almost dropped the towel in her hand, "What?"
She hung up the phone.
I changed into another pair and hurriedly looked for my coat.
"What's wrong?" Xu En had just finished the meeting when he saw Ji Mulan taking her coat and going out.
"My brother," Ji Mulan frowned and took the car keys, "He is in the hospital now. My sister-in-law is in emergency care. She is short of panda blood. I am the only one."
She looked down upon Shen Qing, a small citizen like Shen Qing who tended to follow the crowd.
But the call was made by Ji Shaojun.
"Emergency?" Xu En quickly followed her, took her car keys and handed them to her assistant. He had been drinking at night and couldn't drive. "Don't worry, I'll go with you."
Ji Mulan followed Xu En and felt much calmer.
Arrive at Xiangcheng Central Courtyard.
When Ji Shaojun, who was standing at the gate, saw Ji Mulan, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her forward without saying a word.
"Brother, slow down!" Ji Mulan staggered, "What's going on?"
Ji Shaojun didn't say a word.
He handed Ji Mulan directly to the nurse and said with a deep look: "She has panda blood."
"Get ready." The nurse hurriedly took Ji Mulan to draw blood, not forgetting to hand over the critical illness notice to Ji Shaojun. "The patient's condition is very bad."
Ji Shaojun took the paper and signed his name on the paper very tremblingly.
In just half an hour, critical illness notices have been issued three times.
"You have to hold still," Xu En patted Ji Shaojun on the shoulder, and then asked, "What's going on with Aunt Aji? If you need any help from me, just tell me."
After Ji Shaojun signed the critical illness notice, he slowly sat on the ground leaning against the wall.
Not a word was said.
Ji Mulan quickly drew the blood and came out, looking a little pale.
"Where are Shen Qing's family members?" The nurse went in and came out with the blood bag, and said anxiously: "There is not enough blood, and the patient's condition is complicated. She has panda blood. We can't do a craniotomy. It's best to go to Beicheng University Affiliated Hospital.
Or a larger hospital. We have already helped you apply for consultation with a higher-level hospital, and the feedback is still coming. I suggest you try your best to contact the hospital yourself, as soon as possible."
Transferring to another hospital is not easy. It requires advance application and connections.
Xiangcheng Hospital is already reporting to Beicheng, but Shen Qing's condition is really complicated and he still has panda blood.
There was no movement from Beicheng Hospital.
Xu En patted Ji Shaojun's shoulder to comfort him, and then motioned to his assistant to call and help Shen Qing contact the hospital.
Xu En is from Jiangjing.
Usually I only know the chief physician in Jiangjing. His assistant Ji Shaojun sent his condition to the doctor. After reading it, he was very direct: "Tell Mr. Xu that it is too far and the patient cannot bear the trouble, and this operation...
...I'm afraid only the dean can do it, I don't dare to do it."
Everyone could hear the voiceover played by the assistant clearly.
Ji Mulan couldn't help but hold on to her coat, feeling a little dazed.
Although she didn't like Shen Qing, she didn't want to watch her die on the operating table.
Is it so serious?
"You can't contact the dean either?" Ji Mulan looked towards Ji Shaojun.
He lowered his voice and asked Xu En.
Xu En's assistant adjusted his glasses and looked at Ji Mulan. He knew that the old lady had never acknowledged Ji Mulan at all. He heard that she was married and had a daughter.
Xu En wanted to take the daughter over, but the old lady made it clear that she was just wishful thinking.
However, the assistant was not ambiguous about Ji Mulan and told the truth, "Madam, that is the director of Jiangjing Hospital, and his appointment has been scheduled until next year. Not to mention Mr. Xu, it is difficult for even Miss Xu to see him.
"
How did Ji Mulan know what was going on in Jiang Jing?
But once she heard that Xu Yajun couldn't even see the dean, she would probably understand.
Xu En was silent for a while, then looked at his assistant: "Call the young master. He is at Jiangjing University and should know some people."
The assistant was a little hesitant, but finally went to contact the person.
"Thank you," Ji Shaojun sat on the ground, looking at the emergency room with dull eyes, "It's my fault, it's all my fault..."
"Where are Shen Qing's family? The patient doesn't have enough blood..."
Ji Mulan stepped forward quickly.
The nurse glanced at her and shook her head, "No, you can't smoke anymore!"
Ji Mulan drew a lot of blood, and her head was buzzing. She remembered that her number had been blocked by Bai Zian, and asked Xu En to call her, "Quick, A Zian... A Zian also has rh-negative blood!"