So many... That shouldn't be Lao Banzhang Tea, right?

It's close to six o'clock.

Bai Qian brought Jiang He over.

She was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, carrying a bag in her hand, with her hair pulled up, and walked into the calligraphy association hall at sunset.

"That's it, we're all here," Qiu Xuezheng invited some teachers and teachers out, and then said to Bai Qian, "Today is the first all-member meeting. Although there are no people, it will be difficult at the beginning..."

Jian Zhe sat next to Bai Qian and looked at the few people sitting on the octagonal table.

Some understand what Qiu Boqing means.

"Teacher Qiu, wait a minute," Bai Qian was looking down at the English reading. When she heard Qiu Xuezheng's words, she raised her head, put her arm lightly on the table, crossed her legs, and supported her chin with her other hand to look out the door, "still

There is a person."

"who?"

Qiu Xuezheng was stunned.

He received no other applications.

Just as he was talking, a slender figure slowly appeared at the front door in the dusk. He was still holding a mobile phone in his hand and walked forward slowly along the bluestone road.

Qiu Xuezheng recognized it at a glance. It was the man sitting next to Bai Qian in the cafe before.

Jian Zhe was lying on the table talking to Bai Qian.

As if feeling the gaze, he raised his head and sat up straight.

There were other people sitting on the Eight Immortals table. They were all chatting and laughing, but when they saw Jiang Fuli, they all became very nervous for some unknown reason.

Jian Zhe half-moved his buttocks, thinking about making room for this big boss.

However, before he could stand up, Jiang He, who was sitting on the other side of Bai Qian, stood up in a familiar manner and sat down on the stool beside him expressionlessly.

Jian Zhe: "...?"

Jiang Fuli casually pulled up the chair next to Bai Qian, sat down leisurely and said hello to the people at the Eight Immortals table, "You can talk casually, I'll just listen."

He acted like I was just listening.

But facing him, can Qiu Xuezheng be free?

"It's like this. We have a total of seven...eight members in the first generation this time," Qiu Xuezheng took the notebook and read one by one. At the end, he looked at Jiang Fuli hesitantly, "Please, please..."

"Jiang Fuli, Fuli in Turkic language." Jiang Fuli tapped his fingertips on the table and leaned lazily on the back of his chair as he announced his name.

Qiu Xuezheng nodded, added his name, and asked, "Is it the first time to join the Calligraphy Association, or the second time?"

"Second addition."

Qiu Xuezheng was surprised again. He thought Jiang Fuli was the same as Bai Qian. It was the first time.

After all, Jiang Fuli has an elite aura, more like someone who is engaged in finance and politics than someone who is engaged in art.

"Joining for the second time," he took a sip of tea and continued writing on the paper. "Which book association did you join before? Is there any rating?"

"Chinese Calligraphers Association, rating..." Jiang Fuli said lazily, then thought for a moment: "Be a special member."
Chapter completed!