When Mr. Chen saw Qi Sihai and Zhou Rui and Lin Qingya were having sex there, he was immediately dissatisfied.

"Do you still want to write? We are all waiting," Mr. Chen muttered in dissatisfaction.

When Mr. Wang heard Mr. Chen's words, he couldn't help but frown.

But nothing was said.

This is someone else's business, and the mouth is on someone else's body, so people say whatever they want.

Qi Sihai felt quite uncomfortable when he heard Mr. Chen's words.

But after all, Mr. Chen is also a person with status, so Qi Sihai plans to save some face for the other party.

"Sorry," Qi Sihai looked at Zhou Rui apologetically, worried that the other party would be in a grudge.

"Uncle Qi, it's okay." Zhou Rui didn't expect that Lin Qingya would actually know Qi Sihai.

Why have I never heard the other person say it before?

Zhou Rui couldn't help but look at Lin Qingya, but found that Lin Qingya seemed to be fine.

I don't care about Zhou Rui's gaze at all.

Zhou Rui couldn't help but touch his nose and then came to the table.

Write well, and some people are annoyed.

"Husband, I'll help you grind it." Lin Qingya stood next to Zhou Rui very naturally and began to grind it.

Zhou Rui nodded, then picked up a brush that someone else had used.

Dipped in ink.

Inhale, sink your heart and drive your arms.

Zhou Rui wrote three big words on rice paper in thin gold style - Sihailou.

"Good words", looking at Zhou Rui's calligraphy, Mr. Wang couldn't help but scream and cheer for him.

"This is a thin gold body, it's amazing." Old Wang looked at the words on it, then looked at Zhou Rui again, and immediately gave out his thumbs.

"Old Wang, you laughed at me. You are indeed thin gold-shaped." Zhou Rui admired the old man in front of him very much.

"Haha, you are so modest. I have seen many people who write thin gold styles, but I have to admit that their calligraphy is far inferior to you," Mr. Wang praised.

"And I actually saw the shadow of Song Huizong Zhao Ji from your calligraphy. What you imitate is quite exquisite." Mr. Wang walked forward and watched Zhou Rui's calligraphy up close.

He looked admirable.

It is not simple to be able to train the thin gold body of Song Huizong Zhao Ji to this level, but it is really not simple.

"What imitation is it, that's it," Zhou Rui shouted in his heart.

But he won't say it.

"Young man, how many years have you practiced this calligraphy?" Mr. Wang looked at Zhou Rui and developed a love for talent.

In his opinion, Zhou Rui must have suffered a lot in order to practice this calligraphy.

Moreover, being able to practice Song Huizong Zhao Ji's calligraphy to this level at least shows that Zhou Rui loves calligraphy.

If he does not love calligraphy, the master will not believe that he can reach this level.

In addition, Zhou Rui is also very persevering.

Only by persevering can you achieve perfection.

Zhou Ruixing didn’t know what Mr. Wang was thinking, otherwise he would definitely exclaim - ashamed.

Because the advantages that Mr. Wang thought of had nothing to do with him.

Love calligraphy?

This is a bit reliable.

Zhou Rui admitted that since he had calligraphy skills, Zhou Rui has indeed fallen in love with practicing calligraphy.

But there is no love.

And perseverance.

Zhou Rui felt even more ashamed of this.

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Zhou Rui blushed a little when he heard Mr. Wang's words because he didn't have long to practice calligraphy.

"Old Wang, I have been practicing for a long time."

It's true that the practice has been "long" and it's been several months.

Mr. Wang didn't hear it and nodded.

"Your calligraphy is not inferior to mine. How about it? Are you interested in joining our National Calligraphy Association?" Mr. Wang invited him.

"Old Wang, this is not in line with the rules." Old Chen was immediately dissatisfied when he heard the conversation between Zhou Rui and Mr. Wang.

He originally wanted to see Zhou Rui look ugly, but he didn't expect that Zhou Rui's level was so high.

He felt ashamed of his own thin gold body.

Now that I saw Mr. Wang actually invited Zhou Rui to join the Calligraphy Association, I was immediately dissatisfied.

So the exit blocks.

"Why doesn't it comply with the rules?" When Mr. Wang heard Mr. Chen's words, he frowned.

"This old Chen, this is another trick." Old Wang felt a little disgusted.

Xiaoyue and others were also a little jealous when they saw this.

For example, Xiaoyue, who has been around until now, is just a member of the Municipal Calligraphy Association.

The provinces can't get in at all.

Mr. Wang actually invited Zhou Rui. You know, Mr. Wang is from the National Calligraphy Association.

Based on the other party's status, they are qualified and privileged to recruit Zhou Rui.

Xiaoyue was jealous.

So I prayed in my heart that I hope this matter will not succeed.

When Mr. Chen heard Mr. Wang's words, he spoke again.

"The other party is from our Donghai Province. If you want to join, you should join our Donghai Province Calligraphy Association." Mr. Chen found an excuse.

It’s not up to you to enter or not to enter or not.

After all, I am also the vice chairman of the Donghai Calligraphy Association.

There is still this energy.

"Old Chen, there is this rule, but the World Calligraphy Association is a family, and it mainly depends on the parties' own ideas. If the other party is willing to join us, even you will have no choice. What's going on? Young man? Do you want to consider it?" Mr. Wang looked at Zhou Rui.

"Old Wang, you..." Mr. Chen's face changed when he saw Mr. Wang like this.

He never expected that Mr. Wang was clearly against him.

Mr. Chen's face looked very ugly.

Mr. Wang didn't care about Mr. Chen's face at all. Over the years, it was because of these people's intrigues that many talents have been destroyed.

Many people have talents but cannot enter, while some people who have no virtue can enter.

The atmosphere was corrupted.

That old man Wang is so angry.

This time, he felt like he should do something.

Therefore, I don’t care about Mr. Chen’s face anymore.

When Qi Sihai saw this, his eyes lit up.

"This is a good thing."

"Honey, agree quickly." Lin Qingya joined and pulled Zhou Rui's sleeve. This was a good thing.

Some people can't get in.

"Okay, I'll join," Zhou Rui nodded.

"That's great. I'll let you contact you these two days." Mr. Wang smiled.

When Zhou Rui agreed, he found that he had another profession - a calligrapher.

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"Hmph", Old Chen snorted coldly and turned around and left.

The result is no longer important to him.

He was angry.
To be continued...