On the Eight Immortals Table, except Bai Zi, everyone's eyes subconsciously gathered on Jiang Fuli's face.

His face was too deceptive like the white squid, not like the kind of person who could write well.

How could he know that he just threw out a word from the Chinese Calligraphy Association in a breeze??!

Or a special member?

There are only five special members of the China Calligraphy Association!

Except for the president, everyone else is in simplicity, and often only sees the works but not the person. Even members of the China Calligraphy Association are difficult to see these senior members. Is this one in front of you?

Next to it, Jian Zhe felt like he was struck by lightning.

He couldn't help but look at Jiang Fuli. When he touched Jiang Fuli's shallow eyes, Jian Zhe immediately withdrew his gaze.

"Are there any problems?" Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows for a long time.

"Ah, no," Qiu Xuezheng was also smashed a little hard. He experienced many storms and slowly closed his shock, "No problem."

He trembled with the tip of his pen and wrote the word "special" behind Jiang Fuli's name.

"Do you want to take the exam?" Bai Su turned 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 shallow side face, her eyebrows and eyes were like snow on trees, and the lights above her head covered her with a hazy and gentle temperament.

"Not only members, but the association also needs to be rated," Jiang Fuli took the purple clay teapot and slowly added tea to her cup, and poured himself another cup. "We are only eight of us now, just junior associations."

Major calligraphers will be rated in June every year.

Associations are divided from top to bottom into special associations, senior associations, intermediate associations, and junior associations.

There is only one special association in China, namely the China Calligraphy Association, which is one of the reasons why everyone wants to join the China Calligraphy Association.

Senior associations are distributed in four major cities.

Like Bai Zi, she has never participated in the rating. Even if she won the Lanting Award, she is currently only a junior member.

"This is a membership fee, no password," Jiang Fuli gave Qiu Xuezheng a card before leaving. "She wants to build a good calligraphy school, which is the start-up capital. In addition, I have asked someone to make a good plan, and someone will add you."

Qiu Xuezheng sat on the Eight Immortals table, looking at the black card of the International Bank and the Suzaku Bank placed in front of him.

Doubt about life.

"Teacher Qiu," next to him, Jian Zhe looked at Jiang Fuli Bai Shi leaving, and then looked back at the black card, "It's not difficult for us to become a senior association in the future, right?"

Qiu Xuezheng was also in a daze, "It should...it should..."

He felt that Bai Zi would definitely be able to pass the special membership.

Two special members are in charge, so the senior association should be able to do it?

As for the special association, it will only appear in Jiangjing, they have never thought of it.

Of course, Jian Zhe and Qiu Xuezheng don’t know yet. They think these two are very powerful, but they don’t know that these two are the most powerful in teaching!

Especially Bai Zi, she can even completely reproduce Liang Zewen’s teaching in calligraphy!

Qiu Xuezheng took a deep breath, took out his cell phone and sent a message to the Vice President-General-

【If they don’t want to come, they don’t have to force it.】

On the other hand, when Vice President Qian said he would not release people to Xiangcheng, Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing both breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Qiu Boqing, he thought Qiu Xuezheng would force him.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Xuezheng didn't send a word to him.

**

at the same time.

Yongfu Community.

The man in the shirt held a cigarette in his hand, the tattoo on the vest extended to his neck, and four large excavators were followed by, "No one here can sign?"

"Mr. Lu, mainly because of a painter," his subordinates carefully lit a cigarette for him. "The house in Building 7, 601, Ji Shaojun, is an educated person and is very respected here. You should see the loopholes in the contract and not allow people here to sign."

As he said that, his subordinates took out another stack of information and handed it to Mr. Lu.

Yongfu Community is in the development zone, and everyone wants to get this cake.

The people living here are ordinary people. The demolition agreement given by Mr. Lu has loopholes. I thought it would be easy to deceive these widowed elderly people, but I didn't expect it.

None of these people signed.

After further investigation, it is all because of the 601 house in Building 7.

Everyone in the entire community listened to the painter's opinion.

"Let's go." Mr. Lu bit his cigarette and looked at the information. An ordinary painter and a merciless housewife.

Near eight o'clock.

When they arrived, Ji Shaojun was washing dishes. Shen Qing saw Mr. Lu, who had his arms open and had a ferocious python tattooed 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 he brought over and turned his head slightly.

His subordinate immediately handed Shen Qing a card.

Mr. Lu bit his cigarette and smiled, "There is one million here. As long as you ask the people here to sign a demolition contract, one million will be yours."

They specifically investigated.

Ji Shaojun is a noble person, but Shen Qing is a philistine.

One million.

sufficient.

"One million?" Shen Qing couldn't help but stare at the card when he heard this.

This is a huge wealth for an ordinary person.

Shen Qing hasn't seen so much money.

Ji Shaojun returned the card to Mr. Lu without blinking, "We won't do this kind of thing."

Mr. Lu smiled.

He glanced at Shen Qing deeply, then waved his hand and said, "Go."

After the person left, Ji Shaojun slammed the door and frowned and said to Shen Qing: "You can't even think about this."

**

Tuesday.

Yang Lin has been to school these two days, and Bai Feng took out the books one by one, thinking slowly about how to tell her about moving out of her household registration.

Unlike others, Yang Lin has always avoided contact with people.

"典," Lu Xiaohan looked around his fingers at Bai Yi, "That..."

Bai Shi raised her eyes, her eyebrows reflected in the rising sun, very beautiful, "Say."

"Oh," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Zi, "I am a self-media practitioner, of course I am still in the early stages. I want to send your school anniversary video to my account. Can I do a little blurring? "

Zhang Shize, who had just arrived in the class, was dizzy. He straddled his long legs, "Lu Xiaohan, can you say it slowly? Who can hear it clearly? I didn't breathe in one breath."

He just finished speaking.

Bai Zi leaned back and said, "Okay, come on."

She had no objection to this matter, and she was not very clear about the self-media, but it was difficult for her to refuse Lu Xiaohan's request.

Zhang Shize: "?"

"You are so nice!" Lu Xiaohan exclaimed, going to hug Bai Zi.

But Bai Shi pressed her finger against her. Her fingertips gently pressed against Lu Xiaohan's forehead. She pulled out a book with her other hand, turned her head slightly, and smiled lazily at Lu Xiaohan, "Speak well, don't touch her feet."

"Oh." Lu Xiaohan's ears were slightly red.

Then I remembered something and rolled my eyes at Zhang Shize, "Silly."

Zhang Shize: "..."

The course is over in one day.

Bai Feng did not go to the milk tea shop after school at night, but went to the Calligraphy Association with Jiang He. The bus stop had been applied for and is now planning the route.

"Sister," Jian Zhe was moving chairs in the yard. When he saw Bai Zi coming over, his eyes lit up, "Come and take a look at our classroom."

The Calligraphy Association is next to the martial arts hall.

The martial arts hall is smaller and covers an area of ​​only one acre. The rooms around are planned to be a classroom and an office reception room by Qiu Xuezheng...

Jian Zhe brought Bai Zi to the 30-square-meter classroom, "In two days, the equipment will be here, and the children nearby will come to learn."

"Not bad." Bai Zi put down his schoolbag, then unzipped the zipper, and casually handed a bag of things inside to Jian Zhe.

It's so easy to see Bai Zi.
To be continued...