Chapter 182: 068 Ren Qian suspended, VIP member!_3
Translator: 549690339
“Xiangcheng belongs to the Ren Family, and you dare to say that?” Ren Qian couldn’t believe what he was hearing from the secretary-general, “That Mr. Xu is a fool, but you’ve been in this position for so many years and still can’t see clearly?”
The secretary-general had never made such a big blunder before.
Mainly because of those people from the Ji Family, he had never taken them seriously, “Old Master Ren, I had no idea they actually knew Mr. Chen…”
“Whether they know Mr. Chen or not, I’m asking how you dared to utter those words?” Ren Qian had never been so furious, and after some time, he collapsed into his chair, looking a decade older, “I am now suspended for half a month.”
The secretary-general’s head was buzzing.
“Go tell Wanxuan,” Ren Qian had done nothing wrong all these years and wasn’t afraid of being investigated, “Tell her that she won’t be able to join the Calligraphy Association.”
As for Minister Xu…
He had committed too many wrongs, and there was no one left to save him.
Ren Wanxuan was unaware of the Ren Family’s troubles.
She had already received notification from Qiu Xuezheng that Bai Lian was going to start a separate Calligraphy Association in a place where birds don’t even bother to poop.
Ren Wanxuan was initially upset about not being able to join the Calligraphy Association, but upon hearing this news, she suddenly lost interest in joining—
[Senior Brother, do you still want to join the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association?]
Jiangjing.
Xiangcheng belongs to Beicheng, and the vice president had already announced the news about the founding of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association in the Beicheng Writers’ Association, encouraging everyone to join as members of Xiangcheng—
[The Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is hosted by the first-prize winner of this year’s Lanting Award]
This news shook many people in the Beicheng Writers’ Association, and lots were tempted.
“I recall that you are also from Xiangcheng, right?” Jian Rong had ideas of his own, looking at Qiu Boqing, Xiangcheng was ordinary, but this Bai Jian was truly attractive to Calligraphy Association members, “The team leader helped me sign up.”
Jian Rong was holding a registration form.
“I advise you not to go, I’m already trying to find a way out,” Qiu Boqing pursed his lips, addressing Jian Rong and others around him, “Giving you all a heads-up, you know what kind of place Xiangcheng is. Although she ranked first, she joined only the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association, not the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, and the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association is situated in a suburb. The vice president will surely have to send a few people down there, I suggest those of you with connections start looking now so you don’t find yourselves being dispatched there.”
“Joining a newly established junior association, especially one not part of the Traditional Calligraphers Association, will make it difficult to leave once you’re in.”
As he spoke, Qiu Boqing also sent an application report to Qiu Xuezheng.
Everyone looked at each other, knowing the reputation of Xiangcheng.
Those who wanted to go were mostly tempted by Bai Jian’s fame, but what use would that fame be if Bai Jian didn’t join the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association?
Without joining the Calligraphy Association, it’s impossible to find top-tier teachers; how can they progress without that? One’s career would surely stagnate at that point, with no further development possible.
Who isn’t striving for the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association? Who wants to be sent to the hopeless Xiangcheng?
Poor and nameless.
There were no famous teachers, and the only person of note, Qiu Xuezheng from the Beicheng Writers’ Association, was average at best.
“She performed exceptionally this time, but without joining the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association, how can she develop without a teacher’s guidance? I’ll mention it to my grandfather and ask him to talk to the vice team leader. I’m going to apply to withdraw,” Jian Rong frowned, abandoning the idea, “I have a third-class award, which meets the application criteria for the Jiangjing Calligraphy Association. I’ll find a better teacher to instruct me.”
“Brother,” just as he got up, a male student approached from behind, “you’re not going, are you? Can you give me the application form?”
“You?” Jian Rong looked at the student, recognizing him as his uncle’s son, “Jian Zhe? Why would you go to Xiangcheng?”
His gaze toward Jian Zhe was akin to looking at someone with an intellectual disability.
Everyone was looking for connections to avoid being sent to Xiangcheng, yet here was someone volunteering to go?
“My female buddy…” Jian Zhe scratched his head, “I want to check out that rock at Xiangcheng No.1 High School. You were chosen by the vice team leader, so it would be awkward for you to withdraw, but it’s different for me. Grandfather would certainly not refuse.”
Mainly because…
It was only today that Jian Zhe saw the work and realized Bai Lian wrote in the Liang style.
And the style he studied was also Liang.
“Whatever suits you,” Jian Rong gave Jian Zhe a glance, handing over the registration form, “then you talk to Grandfather yourself. It wasn’t me who pressed you.”
Watching Jian Zhe take the registration form.
Jian Rong felt as if he had shed a burden, feeling much lighter.
Jian Zhe, holding the registration form, called his grandfather again.
The Jian Family valued Jian Rong highly. When they heard that Jian Zhe was taking Jian Rong’s place in the dismal location, Grandfather Jian naturally agreed readily, without asking any further questions.
