Chapter 122
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Zhong Manhua naturally knew about the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
This is the general association of Chinese calligraphy. Other regional associations are just sub associations.
A member of a branch association, but not even a member of the general association.
The association of Chinese Calligraphers also enjoys a high status in the art world, and often communicates with some foreign art masters.
But why did the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association call her?
She once wanted to invite members of the Chinese artists' Calligraphy Association to teach Xiaoxuan, but no one else was in such a free mood.
After all, these calligraphers can sell a piece of calligraphy at a high price, so they will not come to teach.
Zhong Manhua puzzled: "do you have the wrong number?"
"Wrong number?"
At the other end of the line was a staff member. When he heard this, he took a careful look at the phone number: "you have the right number. Aren't you master Ying's mother?"
Zhong Manhua is a Leng again: "master Ying?"
Ying family has been in business for generations. When did he become a master?
"Sorry, if you don't have the wrong number, you're a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression coldly came down, "we Ying family have no master, deceiving also want to have a little technical content."
No longer waiting for the staff over there to say something, she just cut off the phone and blacked out the number.
When Zhong Zhiwan heard about the Chinese artists' Calligraphy Association, he realized something: "aunt, what's the matter?"
"Fraudulent calls." Zhong Manhua sneered contemptuously. "He even said that he was a staff member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. He asked master Ying to go to them and didn't cheat people."
Zhong Zhiwan's face changed.
Zhong Manhua didn't watch the live broadcast on the day of the festival, but she was there.
Ying Zijin left and right bow out of that pair of words, let Sheng Qingtang praise.
Sheng Qingtang is also the former president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan can be sure that this call is for Ying Zijin.
I didn't expect Zhong Manhua to be a fraud phone.
However, it is true that the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is much more well-known in China than the Ying family.
Zhong Zhiwan couldn't tell whether she was happy or nervous. She bowed her head and tried to smile: "aunt, what if it's really from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association?"
"No way." Zhong man Hua sipped a sip of tea and said, "your uncle and your cousins are not in the art industry. As for..."
The following words didn't go on.
Zhong Manhua frowned.
Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is not for Ying Zijin, is it?
She invited Ying Zijin to teach calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, but in the end, she got nothing.
Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin could pass one of his midterm exams.
She hasn't been to the parents' meeting before the elite class. She really can't afford to lose her face.
"Late, go and do your business." Zhong Manhua put down the cup, "I'll wait here for your grandfather to come back."
**
this way.
The staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association were cut off from the phone and looked confused.
We have to reply to Sheng Qingtang that master Ying's family treat them as liars. Not only that, they also blackmail their mobile phone number.
Sheng Qingtang was very angry. After thinking about it, he was ready to invite him directly.
At this time, Qingzhi's phone call came in.
"The grand meeting is long. It's wrong. It's wrong." The Dean was sweating, "the contact number of Ying's parents has changed. Blame me, blame me, and still hold the old file."
"Remember, this is Ying's father's phone number, 177xxxxxx."
Sheng Qingtang wrote down: "what about that one just now?"
"That's from her foster parents." The Dean didn't say much, just a little bit, "it's not a thing."
He and the director of moral education are good brothers. They are called "Qingzhi Shuangsha" by the students together. However, the director of moral education has a more extinct name than him.
The Dean listened to the director of moral education several times.
Mrs. Ying didn't ask for the truth, but she hit people when she came up.
In front of outsiders, what will happen in private?
Just a while ago, a mother slapped her son in the face and pinched his neck in public?
I thought this rich lady could have some manners, but it didn't seem much better.
Sheng Qingtang had been living in seclusion. He didn't know about this kind of thing. He frowned: "OK, I know. It's the Ying family of the big four, isn't it?"
He hung up and sent the new number to the staff.
He got up, put on his presbyopic glasses, sat in front of the computer and typed slowly. It was for the current president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
[I'll tell you what. Remember this winner. In the future, anyone there would ask for help from our association, but they all refused. Then they were told to roll as far as they could. 】**
the outer ring.
In the neighborhood.
After taking the medicine, Wen Fengmian received a call from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
He was surprised, but not much shocked.
It seems that the name of Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is not enough to touch him.
But pride is certain.
After all, Ying Zijin was brought up by him. Even if she was not born, he always hoped that she would have the best future.
Wen Fengmian laughed and asked softly, "do you want to let Yaoyao join the club?"
"No The staff member said, "we, chairman Sheng, said that we asked master Ying to be the director of our association. We don't have to do anything, just hang up our name."
This is the normal reaction.
He muttered.
When the first call was made, he thought he had reached some leader.
A liar?
Nothing to cheat people into their association?
"Well, I see." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times, "I can't decide this matter. I want to ask the child's own opinion."
"It should be." Staff some flattered, busy way, "you are too polite, I will give Sheng president reply."
Wen Fengmian's voice is very light, but Wen Tinglan hears it.
When the door opened, the boy came out of the bedroom with a bear: "Dad?"
"Well, it's for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian got up and worried, "Yuyu, you are sleepy recently. Are you ok?"
"It's OK, Dad. Don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed his eyes, "sister said, it's normal."
He's been hypnotized twice.
Some things that have been pressed in the subconscious for a long time are slowly being erased.
As NOK hypnotist, Yu Xuesheng's hypnotic ability is naturally recognized as one of the top in the world.
It's not a problem to treat autism.
"That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head with a smile, "you ah, really listen to your sister's words."
Wen Tinglan sat down beside him, but did not deny: "Dad, who is looking for elder sister?"
"Let Yaoyao be the director of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association."
Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but I don't seem to like it very much."
"It's better not to go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything. "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside. She left a medicated meal for us to use."
**
the other side.
Ying Zijin didn't know that Sheng Qingtang asked the staff of the association to call her home.
This kind of thing, she is too lazy to see, and it will not affect the future.
As soon as she finished eating, she was sleepy.
Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car and didn't have to walk much.
After Ying Zijin tied his seat belt, he leaned against the window.
Before closing her eyes, she took a look at Weibo.
Yeah.
Her grandfather was so happy today that she didn't even tweet. She finally saved a job.
Ying Zijin yawned and wrapped his blanket. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Fu Yunshen didn't drive very fast. When he arrived at the residential area, it was 40 minutes later.
Ying Zijin is still sleeping. He doesn't want to get up at all.
Fu Yun raised his hand and patted her: "Yao Yao."
The girl moved, but turned around and buried her head. Obviously she didn't want to talk to him.
Fu Yunshen pulled out the key to get out of the car, got out of the car, then went to the co pilot's side and opened the door.
Just like knowing what he wants to do, Ying Zijin turns his body back again.
“……”
Fu Yunshen patted her again: "Yao Yao, home, it's time to get off."
This time there was a response.
Just one word.
"No
"You can't sleep here."
"Sleep right here."
“……”
Sometimes, it's really difficult to communicate with children.
Does he have to buy some books about it?
"Children."
Fu Yunshen put his hand on the top of the car door, leaned down and approached slightly.
A pair of peach blossom eyes are deep and charming, and the light is shining, which seems to reflect the whole galaxy of stars.
"If you don't come down, do you want your brother to hold you? Well
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Zhong Manhua naturally knew about the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
This is the general association of Chinese calligraphy. Other regional associations are just sub associations.
A member of a branch association, but not even a member of the general association.
The association of Chinese Calligraphers also enjoys a high status in the art world, and often communicates with some foreign art masters.
But why did the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association call her?
She once wanted to invite members of the Chinese artists' Calligraphy Association to teach Xiaoxuan, but no one else was in such a free mood.
After all, these calligraphers can sell a piece of calligraphy at a high price, so they will not come to teach.
Zhong Manhua puzzled: "do you have the wrong number?"
"Wrong number?"
At the other end of the line was a staff member. When he heard this, he took a careful look at the phone number: "you have the right number. Aren't you master Ying's mother?"
Zhong Manhua is a Leng again: "master Ying?"
Ying family has been in business for generations. When did he become a master?
"Sorry, if you don't have the wrong number, you're a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression coldly came down, "we Ying family have no master, deceiving also want to have a little technical content."
No longer waiting for the staff over there to say something, she just cut off the phone and blacked out the number.
When Zhong Zhiwan heard about the Chinese artists' Calligraphy Association, he realized something: "aunt, what's the matter?"
"Fraudulent calls." Zhong Manhua sneered contemptuously. "He even said that he was a staff member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. He asked master Ying to go to them and didn't cheat people."
Zhong Zhiwan's face changed.
Zhong Manhua didn't watch the live broadcast on the day of the festival, but she was there.
Ying Zijin left and right bow out of that pair of words, let Sheng Qingtang praise.
Sheng Qingtang is also the former president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan can be sure that this call is for Ying Zijin.
I didn't expect Zhong Manhua to be a fraud phone.
However, it is true that the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is much more well-known in China than the Ying family.
Zhong Zhiwan couldn't tell whether she was happy or nervous. She bowed her head and tried to smile: "aunt, what if it's really from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association?"
"No way." Zhong man Hua sipped a sip of tea and said, "your uncle and your cousins are not in the art industry. As for..."
The following words didn't go on.
Zhong Manhua frowned.
Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is not for Ying Zijin, is it?
She invited Ying Zijin to teach calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, but in the end, she got nothing.
Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin could pass one of his midterm exams.
She hasn't been to the parents' meeting before the elite class. She really can't afford to lose her face.
"Late, go and do your business." Zhong Manhua put down the cup, "I'll wait here for your grandfather to come back."
**
this way.
The staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association were cut off from the phone and looked confused.
We have to reply to Sheng Qingtang that master Ying's family treat them as liars. Not only that, they also blackmail their mobile phone number.
Sheng Qingtang was very angry. After thinking about it, he was ready to invite him directly.
At this time, Qingzhi's phone call came in.
"The grand meeting is long. It's wrong. It's wrong." The Dean was sweating, "the contact number of Ying's parents has changed. Blame me, blame me, and still hold the old file."
"Remember, this is Ying's father's phone number, 177xxxxxx."
Sheng Qingtang wrote down: "what about that one just now?"
"That's from her foster parents." The Dean didn't say much, just a little bit, "it's not a thing."
He and the director of moral education are good brothers. They are called "Qingzhi Shuangsha" by the students together. However, the director of moral education has a more extinct name than him.
The Dean listened to the director of moral education several times.
Mrs. Ying didn't ask for the truth, but she hit people when she came up.
In front of outsiders, what will happen in private?
Just a while ago, a mother slapped her son in the face and pinched his neck in public?
I thought this rich lady could have some manners, but it didn't seem much better.
Sheng Qingtang had been living in seclusion. He didn't know about this kind of thing. He frowned: "OK, I know. It's the Ying family of the big four, isn't it?"
He hung up and sent the new number to the staff.
He got up, put on his presbyopic glasses, sat in front of the computer and typed slowly. It was for the current president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
[I'll tell you what. Remember this winner. In the future, anyone there would ask for help from our association, but they all refused. Then they were told to roll as far as they could. 】**
the outer ring.
In the neighborhood.
After taking the medicine, Wen Fengmian received a call from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.
He was surprised, but not much shocked.
It seems that the name of Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is not enough to touch him.
But pride is certain.
After all, Ying Zijin was brought up by him. Even if she was not born, he always hoped that she would have the best future.
Wen Fengmian laughed and asked softly, "do you want to let Yaoyao join the club?"
"No The staff member said, "we, chairman Sheng, said that we asked master Ying to be the director of our association. We don't have to do anything, just hang up our name."
This is the normal reaction.
He muttered.
When the first call was made, he thought he had reached some leader.
A liar?
Nothing to cheat people into their association?
"Well, I see." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times, "I can't decide this matter. I want to ask the child's own opinion."
"It should be." Staff some flattered, busy way, "you are too polite, I will give Sheng president reply."
Wen Fengmian's voice is very light, but Wen Tinglan hears it.
When the door opened, the boy came out of the bedroom with a bear: "Dad?"
"Well, it's for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian got up and worried, "Yuyu, you are sleepy recently. Are you ok?"
"It's OK, Dad. Don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed his eyes, "sister said, it's normal."
He's been hypnotized twice.
Some things that have been pressed in the subconscious for a long time are slowly being erased.
As NOK hypnotist, Yu Xuesheng's hypnotic ability is naturally recognized as one of the top in the world.
It's not a problem to treat autism.
"That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head with a smile, "you ah, really listen to your sister's words."
Wen Tinglan sat down beside him, but did not deny: "Dad, who is looking for elder sister?"
"Let Yaoyao be the director of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association."
Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but I don't seem to like it very much."
"It's better not to go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything. "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside. She left a medicated meal for us to use."
**
the other side.
Ying Zijin didn't know that Sheng Qingtang asked the staff of the association to call her home.
This kind of thing, she is too lazy to see, and it will not affect the future.
As soon as she finished eating, she was sleepy.
Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car and didn't have to walk much.
After Ying Zijin tied his seat belt, he leaned against the window.
Before closing her eyes, she took a look at Weibo.
Yeah.
Her grandfather was so happy today that she didn't even tweet. She finally saved a job.
Ying Zijin yawned and wrapped his blanket. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Fu Yunshen didn't drive very fast. When he arrived at the residential area, it was 40 minutes later.
Ying Zijin is still sleeping. He doesn't want to get up at all.
Fu Yun raised his hand and patted her: "Yao Yao."
The girl moved, but turned around and buried her head. Obviously she didn't want to talk to him.
Fu Yunshen pulled out the key to get out of the car, got out of the car, then went to the co pilot's side and opened the door.
Just like knowing what he wants to do, Ying Zijin turns his body back again.
“……”
Fu Yunshen patted her again: "Yao Yao, home, it's time to get off."
This time there was a response.
Just one word.
"No
"You can't sleep here."
"Sleep right here."
“……”
Sometimes, it's really difficult to communicate with children.
Does he have to buy some books about it?
"Children."
Fu Yunshen put his hand on the top of the car door, leaned down and approached slightly.
A pair of peach blossom eyes are deep and charming, and the light is shining, which seems to reflect the whole galaxy of stars.
"If you don't come down, do you want your brother to hold you? Well
Zhong Manhua naturally knew about the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. This is the general association of Chinese calligraphy. Other regional associations are just sub associations. A member of a branch association, but not even a member of the general association. The association of Chinese Calligraphers also enjoys a high status in the art world, and often communicates with some foreign art masters. But why did the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association call her? She once wanted to invite members of the Chinese artists' Calligraphy Association to teach Xiaoxuan, but no one else was in such a free mood. After all, these calligraphers can sell a piece of calligraphy at a high price, so they will not come to teach. Zhong Manhua puzzled: "do you have the wrong number?" "Wrong number?" At the other end of the line was a staff member. When he heard this, he took a careful look at the phone number: "you have the right number. Aren't you master Ying's mother?" Zhong Manhua is a Leng again: "master Ying?" Ying family has been in business for generations. When did he become a master? "Sorry, if you don't have the wrong number, you're a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression coldly came down, "we Ying family have no master, deceiving also want to have a little technical content." No longer waiting for the staff over there to say something, she just cut off the phone and blacked out the number. When Zhong Zhiwan heard about the Chinese artists' Calligraphy Association, he realized something: "aunt, what's the matter?" "Fraudulent calls." Zhong Manhua sneered contemptuously. "He even said that he was a staff member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. He asked master Ying to go to them and didn't cheat people." Zhong Zhiwan's face changed. Zhong Manhua didn't watch the live broadcast on the day of the festival, but she was there. Ying Zijin left and right bow out of that pair of words, let Sheng Qingtang praise. Sheng Qingtang is also the former president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan can be sure that this call is for Ying Zijin. I didn't expect Zhong Manhua to be a fraud phone. However, it is true that the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is much more well-known in China than the Ying family. Zhong Zhiwan couldn't tell whether she was happy or nervous. She bowed her head and tried to smile: "aunt, what if it's really from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association?" "No way." Zhong man Hua sipped a sip of tea and said, "your uncle and your cousins are not in the art industry. As for..." The following words didn't go on. Zhong Manhua frowned. Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is not for Ying Zijin, is it? She invited Ying Zijin to teach calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, but in the end, she got nothing. Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin could pass one of his midterm exams. She hasn't been to the parents' meeting before the elite class. She really can't afford to lose her face. "Late, go and do your business." Zhong Manhua put down the cup, "I'll wait here for your grandfather to come back." **this way. The staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association were cut off from the phone and looked confused. We have to reply to Sheng Qingtang that master Ying's family treat them as liars. Not only that, they also blackmail their mobile phone number. Sheng Qingtang was very angry. After thinking about it, he was ready to invite him directly. At this time, Qingzhi's phone call came in. "The grand meeting is long. It's wrong. It's wrong." The Dean was sweating, "the contact number of Ying's parents has changed. Blame me, blame me, and still hold the old file." "Remember, this is Ying's father's phone number, 177xxxxxx." Sheng Qingtang wrote down: "what about that one just now?" "That's from her foster parents." The Dean didn't say much, just a little bit, "it's not a thing." He and the director of moral education are good brothers. They are called "Qingzhi Shuangsha" by the students together. However, the director of moral education has a more extinct name than him. The Dean listened to the director of moral education several times. Mrs. Ying didn't ask for the truth, but she hit people when she came up. In front of outsiders, what will happen in private? Just a while ago, a mother slapped her son in the face and pinched his neck in public? I thought this rich lady could have some manners, but it didn't seem much better. Sheng Qingtang had been living in seclusion. He didn't know about this kind of thing. He frowned: "OK, I know. It's the Ying family of the big four, isn't it?" He hung up and sent the new number to the staff. He got up, put on his presbyopic glasses, sat in front of the computer and typed slowly. It was for the current president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. I'll tell you what. Remember this winner. In the future, anyone there would ask for help from our association, but they all refused. Then they were told to roll as far as they could. **the outer ring. In the neighborhood. After taking the medicine, Wen Fengmian received a call from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. He was surprised, but not much shocked. It seems that the name of Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is not enough to touch him. But pride is certain. After all, Ying Zijin was brought up by him. Even if she was not born, he always hoped that she would have the best future. Wen Fengmian laughed and asked softly, "do you want to let Yaoyao join the club?" "No The staff member said, "we, chairman Sheng, said that we asked master Ying to be the director of our association. We don't have to do anything, just hang up our name." This is the normal reaction. He muttered. When the first call was made, he thought he had reached some leader. A liar? Nothing to cheat people into their association? "Well, I see." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times, "I can't decide this matter. I want to ask the child's own opinion." "It should be." Staff some flattered, busy way, "you are too polite, I will give Sheng president reply." Wen Fengmian's voice is very light, but Wen Tinglan hears it. When the door opened, the boy came out of the bedroom with a bear: "Dad?" "Well, it's for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian got up and worried, "Yuyu, you are sleepy recently. Are you ok?" "It's OK, Dad. Don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed his eyes, "sister said, it's normal." He's been hypnotized twice. Some things that have been pressed in the subconscious for a long time are slowly being erased. As NOK hypnotist, Yu Xuesheng's hypnotic ability is naturally recognized as one of the top in the world. It's not a problem to treat autism. "That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head with a smile, "you ah, really listen to your sister's words." Wen Tinglan sat down beside him, but did not deny: "Dad, who is looking for elder sister?" "Let Yaoyao be the director of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association." Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but I don't seem to like it very much." "It's better not to go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything. "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside. She left a medicated meal for us to use." **the other side. Ying Zijin didn't know that Sheng Qingtang asked the staff of the association to call her home. This kind of thing, she is too lazy to see, and it will not affect the future. As soon as she finished eating, she was sleepy. Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car and didn't have to walk much. After Ying Zijin tied his seat belt, he leaned against the window. Before closing her eyes, she took a look at Weibo. Yeah. Her grandfather was so happy today that she didn't even tweet. She finally saved a job. Ying Zijin yawned and wrapped his blanket. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. Fu Yunshen didn't drive very fast. When he arrived at the residential area, it was 40 minutes later. Ying Zijin is still sleeping. He doesn't want to get up at all. Fu Yun raised his hand and patted her: "Yao Yao." The girl moved, but turned around and buried her head. Obviously she didn't want to talk to him. Fu Yunshen pulled out the key to get out of the car, got out of the car, then went to the co pilot's side and opened the door. Just like knowing what he wants to do, Ying Zijin turns his body back again. Fu Yunshen patted her again: "Yao Yao, home, it's time to get off." This time there was a response. Just one word. "No "You can't sleep here." "Sleep right here." Sometimes, it's really difficult to communicate with children. Does he have to buy some books about it? "Children." Fu Yunshen put his hand on the top of the car door, leaned down and approached slightly. A pair of peach blossom eyes are deep and charming, and the light is shining, which seems to reflect the whole galaxy of stars. "If you don't come down, do you want your brother to hold you? Well
