"Martial arts school?" Bai Zian was not used to typing on a computer. Jiang Fuli got in the car, took out his notebook, opened the document, and typed on the keyboard with one hand to help her plan, "What else?"

The computer was casually placed on his lap, his cold white fingertips pressed against the black keyboard, and he would occasionally tilt his head to listen carefully to Bai Zian's ideas.

After finishing the fight, he sent it to Jiang Xijue to brainstorm ideas.

Jiang Xijue, who was resolute in the financial world, thought that Jiang Fuli had sent a document that was something serious. He interrupted the meeting and went back to the office to check it out. It turned out that it was a plan for a local calligraphy association and martial arts hall...

Qiu Xuezheng, who was helpless with his enemies, soon received a perfect project.

**

Ren family.

Ji Shaorong looked at the gift thrown out the door by Ren Wanxuan and couldn't help but press his forehead.

I am also used to it. Ren Wanxuan likes to throw things away when she loses her temper. Whether they are gifts from him or from Ren Qian, she has thrown them into the trash can. However, Ren Qian's way of raising girls is to raise them richly.

He didn't think there was any problem at all.

Ren Wanxuan was taught by Ren Qian, and Ji Shaorong had no right to interfere. Sometimes if he said one more thing, the secretary-general would label him as someone who wanted to take advantage of the Ren family.

Not to mention him, not even Ren Jiawei can get involved.

Ji Shaorong picked up the gift heavily.

When I went downstairs, I saw the secretary-general coming in from the door. He and the secretary-general had always disliked each other, and it had become more and more obvious in recent years.

But this year the Secretary-General has no time to mock him.

He went upstairs to find Ren Qian with a pale face.

As soon as I entered the study, a tea cup was thrown at me!

"Xiangcheng belongs to the Ren family, do you dare to say that?" Ren Qian looked at the secretary-general in disbelief, "His surname is Xu, he is a fool. You have been in this position for so many years and you still can't see clearly?"

The Secretary-General has never made such a big mistake.

Mainly because he never cared about the Ji family, "Mr. Ren, I didn't know they knew Mr. Chen..."

"Whether they know Mr. Chen or not, I ask you how dare you say this?" Ren Qian had never been so angry. After a while, he sat down in his chair, as if he had aged more than ten years.

, "I have been suspended for half a month now."

The secretary-general's mind was buzzing.

"Go tell Wan Xuan," Ren Qian said. He has never done anything bad in so many years, and he is not afraid of being investigated. "Tell her that she can't join the calligraphy association."

As for Minister Xu...

He has done so many bad things that no one can save him.

**

Ren Wanxuan didn't know what happened to the Ren family.

She has received a notice from Qiu Xuezheng that Bai Qian is going to open a book association alone, in a place where birds don't shit.

Ren Wanxuan was originally depressed about not being able to join the calligraphy association. After hearing the news, she suddenly lost interest in joining the calligraphy association——

[Senior brother, do you still want to join the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association? 】

Jiang Jing.

Xiangcheng belongs to Beicheng. Vice President Qian has already announced the opening of a calligraphy association in Xiangcheng to the Beicheng Calligraphy Association and encouraged everyone to join the Xiangcheng membership——

[The Xiangcheng Calligraphers Association is the organization that holds the first place in the Lanting Award this time]

This news shocked many people in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association, and many people were ready to take action.

"I remember you are also from Xiangcheng, right?" Jian Rong was also very thoughtful. He looked at Qiu Boqing. Xiangcheng was very average, but this Bai Jian was really attractive to people from the calligraphy association. "Captain Qian helped me sign up.

Already."

Jian Rong held a registration form in her hand.

"I advise you not to go. I'm already thinking of a way to withdraw." Qiu Boqing pursed her lower lip and said to Jian Rong and the people around her, "I'll give you a vaccination. You know where in Xiangcheng, even though she

She was the first, but she only joined the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, not the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is located in a suburb. Vice President Qian will definitely have to decentralize a few people. I advise you to quickly find connections if you have the connections.

, don’t let yourself be delegated.”

"In a newly established junior association, there are no people who have joined the calligraphy association. Once you get in, it will be difficult to get out."

With that said, Qiu Boqing also wrote an application report to Qiu Xuezheng.

The others looked at each other, they knew where Xiangcheng was.

Most people who want to go go because of the reputation of "Baizhan", but if Baizhai is not like the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, what is the use of it?

If you don’t join the calligraphy association, you won’t be able to find senior teachers. If you stay here all your life, what kind of development can you achieve?

Who has not fought hard for the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, and who is willing to be sent to Xiangcheng where there is no future?

One is poor and two is white.

There are no famous teachers, and the only one who can be called famous is Qiu Xuezheng, who is of average strength in the Beicheng Calligraphy Association.

"She performed exceptionally well this time. If she didn't join the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, she wouldn't have a teacher to teach her how to develop in the future? I'll tell my grandfather and ask him to find a way to say hello to Deputy Captain Qian. I'll apply to withdraw," Jian Rong frowned and stopped thinking.

, "I have the third prize, which is enough to meet the application threshold of Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. Find a better teacher to teach me."

"Brother," he just stood up, and a boy came over behind him, "You're not going, right? Can you give me the application form?"

"You?" Jian Rong looked at the boy and recognized that he was his second uncle's son: "Jian Zhe? Why are you going to Xiangcheng?"

He looked at Jian Zhe as if he was looking at someone with a mental disability.

They are all looking for connections and are not allowed to go to Xiangcheng, but some people want to go to Xiangcheng voluntarily?

"My female brother..." Jian Zhe scratched his head, "I want to see the stone in Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. You were selected by Deputy Team Qian and it's hard to quit. It will be different if I go in your place. Grandpa will definitely not

Will refuse."

mainly……

Jian Zhe only saw the work today and realized that Bai Qian wrote Liang Ti.

And he also studied Liang Ti.

"Whatever you want," Jian Rong glanced at Jian Zhe and handed him the registration form: "Then you tell grandpa yourself, I'm not forcing you."

Watching Jian Zhe take the registration form.

Jian Rong seemed to have thrown away some package, feeling light.

Jian Zhe took the registration form and called his grandfather again.

The Jian family valued Jian Rong. When he heard that Jian Zhe had gone to a quiet place in Jian Rong's place, Grandpa Jian was naturally very willing and didn't ask any questions.

**

After Jian Zhe submitted the list, he flew back to Beicheng the next day.

Then I transferred to a train and arrived in Xiangcheng after a dusty journey. It was already Monday afternoon.

No one from the Jian family came to see him off.

He was not surprised at all. He was not the one chosen by fate.

Jian Zhe arrived at the calligraphy association alone with his suitcase. Qiu Xuezheng was sweeping the floor outside the door.

Seeing him, he raised his head and smiled: "Jian Zhe, right? Come in first, we will have a member meeting at six o'clock."

Bai Qian quietly organized a book association without a launching ceremony or press conference.

She only personally invited old local calligraphers who had not passed the examination to join.

He picked up the pen and wrote the plaque "Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association".

Jian Zhe heard what Qiu Boqing said before and thought that the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was very desolate and dilapidated. Unexpectedly, when he actually arrived here, he found that the things here were very old, but very simple.

He held the tea cup and took a sip.

"Where did this tea come from?" Jian Zhe looked up at Qiu Xuezheng, feeling very strange in his heart.

This tea...

Why does it look so much like Lao Banzhangcha...

Why do you know so clearly?

Because his grandfather gave Jian Rong a tea cake when Jian Rong was shortlisted for the Lanting Award. Jian Rong showed off it for a year and even gave it to Jian Zhe. Jian Zhe remembered it clearly.

He even felt that this brown color was much better than Jian Rong's one.

"Here," Qiu Xuezheng pointed to a big jar at the back, "Classmate Bai brought this here. Do you like to drink it? You can decorate it and take it back later. There is little money here, so there are just these things..."

He sighed.

Jian Zhe stared blankly at a jar dozens of centimeters high placed behind him, then lowered his head to look at the tea in his hand.

"?"

At that time, that piece of tea cake was simply shown off for a long time.
To be continued...