Zhong Manhua naturally knew about the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association.
This was the main Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association, and other regional associations were just branch associations.
The members of the branch association didn't even have the qualifications to join the main association.
The Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association also had a high status in the art world, and they often communicated with some foreign masters.
But why would the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association call her?
She once wanted to invite the members of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association to be Xiao Xuan's teachers, but they were not in the mood.
After all, these calligraphy masters could sell a piece of calligraphy at a sky-high price, so they naturally would not teach.
Zhong Manhua was confused. "Did you call the wrong number?"
"Wrong number?"
It was a staff member on the other end of the phone. When he heard this, he carefully looked at the phone number again. "No, you are not Master Ying's mother?"
Zhong Manhua was stunned again. "Master Ying?"
Family Ying had been doing business for generations. When did they have a master?
"I'm sorry. If you didn't call the wrong number, then you are a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression became cold. "There are no masters in Family Ying. You need to have some skills to deceive people."
Without waiting for the staff member on the other end to say anything, she directly hung up the phone and blocked the number.
When Zhong Zhiwan heard that the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association, he realized something. "Aunt, what's wrong?"
"A scam call." Zhong Manhua smiled contemptuously. "They actually said that they were a staff member of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association and asked Master Ying to go there. They didn't even have a draft to deceive people."
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.
Zhong Manhua did not watch the live broadcast of the art festival, but she was there.
The calligraphy that Ying Zijin wrote left and right made Shengqingtang admire it.
Shengqingtang was the former president of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan was sure that the call was made specifically for Ying Zijin.
He did not expect that Zhong Manhua would directly take it as a scam call.
But it was also true. The Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association was much more famous than the Family Ying Association.
Zhong Zhiwan did not know whether to feel lucky or nervous. She lowered her head and tried to suppress the smile on her lips. "Aunt, what if it was really a call from the Hua Calligraphy Artists Association?"
"Impossible." Zhong Manhua took a sip of tea and didn't think much of it. "Your uncle and your cousins aren't cut out for art. As for …"
She did not finish her sentence.
Zhong Manhua frowned.
The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association couldn't be doing this for Ying Zijin, right?
She Hua was Calligraphy Artists Association Calligraphy and Chinese Calligraphy Calligraphy Artists Calligraphy Artists Association Calligraphy Calligraphy Artists Calligraphy Artists Association Association Artists Teacher Hua Hua Hua Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association Association Association Association Association artists artists Association.
She had never attended the parent-teacher conferences of the Ying Cai Class. She could not afford to lose face.
"Wanwan, go do your work." Zhong Manhua put down her cup. "I'll wait for your grandfather to come back."
**
On the other side.
The staff of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association was hung up. They were confused.
They could only reply to Shengqingtang that Master Ying's family treated them as scammers. Not only that, but they had also blocked their phone number.
Shengqingtang was very angry. He thought about it and decided to go to their house directly.
At this time, Qing Zhi's phone call came in.
"President Sheng, I gave you the wrong number." The dean was sweating. "The contact number of Mr. Ying's parents has been changed. It's my fault. I still have the old file."
"Please note down that this is Mr. Ying's father's phone number. It's 177xxxxx."
Shengqingtang noted it down and was confused. "What about the one just now?"
"That's her foster parents' number." The dean did not say much. He only mentioned it briefly. "She's quite a piece of trash."
He was good friends with the dean of moral education. Together, they were called the Qing Zhi Duo by the students. However, the dean of moral education also had the title of Grandmaster Miejue.
The dean had heard the dean of moral education mention it a few times.
Mrs. Ying did not ask for the truth. She came up and hit someone.
If she was like this in front of outsiders, what would she do in private?
Just a while ago, wasn't there news on Weibo that a mother had slapped and strangled her son in public?
He thought that this rich lady would be a little gentlemanly, but it seemed that she was not much better.
Shengqingtang had been living in seclusion. He did not know about this. He frowned. "Okay, I know. It's the Family Ying of the Four Richest Families, right?"
He hung up the phone and sent the new number to the staff.
He got up, put on his reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and slowly typed. It was sent to the current president of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association.
[Let me tell you something. Remember this Family Ying. In the future, if they have any requests from our association, reject all of them. Then ask them to scram, as far as they can.]
**
Huaihuan.
In the neighborhood.
After Wen Fengmian took his medicine, he received a call from the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association.
He was quite surprised, but not very shocked.
It was as if the resounding name of the Hua Hua Calligraphy Artists Association was not enough to touch him.
But he was still proud.
After all, he had raised Ying Zijin. Even if she was not his biological child, he had always hoped that she could have the best future.
Wen Fengmian smiled and asked softly, "Is it to let Yaoyao join the association?"
"No," the staff member said. "Our president has said that he wants Master Ying to be a director of our association. She doesn't have to do anything. She's just a figurehead."
This was a normal reaction.
He muttered to himself.
When he made the first call, he thought that he had called some leader.
Liar?
Scamming people to join their association?
"Okay, I got it." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times. "I can't make the decision on this matter. I have to ask for the child's opinion."
"It's only right." The staff member was a little flattered and hurriedly said, "You're too polite. I'll reply to the president now."
Wen Fengmian's voice was very soft, but Wen Tinglan still heard it.
The door opened and the youth came out of the bedroom with a teddy bear. "Dad?"
"Yes, he's looking for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian got up and was a little worried. "Yuyu, you've been a little sleepy recently. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Dad. Don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed his eyes. "Sister said that it's normal."
He had already undergone hypnosis twice.
Some things that had been suppressed in his subconscious for a long time were slowly being erased.
Yu Xuesheng was the second best hypnotist in NOK. His hypnosis ability was naturally recognized as one of the best in the world.
Treating autism was a piece of cake.
"That's good." Wen Fengmian heaved a sigh of relief and shook his head with a smile. "You really listen to your sister."
Wen Tinglan sat down beside him and did not deny it. "Dad, who's looking for Sister?"
"The Hua Calligraphy Artists Association. They want Yaoyao to be the director."
Wen Tinglan nodded. "I know, but Sister doesn't seem to be very willing."
"It's good that she doesn't go." Wen Fengmian did not say anything. "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside. She left some medicinal food for us."
**
On the other side.
Ying Zijin did not know that Shengqingtang had asked the staff of the association to call her home.
She was too lazy to look at this kind of thing. It would not affect her future anyway.
As soon as she finished eating, she felt very sleepy.
Fortunately, Fu Yunshen drove here, so she did not have to walk.
After Ying Zijin fastened her seatbelt, she leaned against the car window.
Before she closed her eyes, she glanced at Weibo.
Yes.
Her grandfather was so happy that he did not even post on Weibo. She finally saved a lot of work.
Ying Zijin yawned, wrapped herself in the blanket, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
Fu Yunshen did not drive fast. It took 40 minutes for them to reach the neighborhood.
Ying Zijin was still sleeping. She had no intention of getting up.
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and patted her. "Yaoyao."
The girl moved, but turned around and buried her head. She obviously did not want to talk to him.
Fu Yunshen took out the car key, got out of the car, and walked to the front passenger seat to open the door.
As if she knew what he was going to do, Ying Zijin turned around again.
"…"
Fu Yunshen patted her again. "Yaoyao, we're home. It's time to get out of the car."
This time, there was finally a little response.
Just one word.
"No."
"You can't sleep here."
"You can sleep here."
"…"
Sometimes, it was really difficult to communicate with little kids.
Should he go and buy some related books to read?
"Little kid."
Fu Yunshen put one hand on the top of the car door and leaned forward slightly.
His pair of peach blossom eyes were deep and charming. It was as if the whole galaxy was reflected in them.
"You don't want to get out. Do you want me to carry you? Hmm? "
----- Digression —
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