"Old Cao, you bought three toilet lids, so many?"

"Haha, I have two in this family, and one is for my daughter's house. It's rare to come here. One is also bought and three are also bought. I also brought several boxes of cough suppressant stickers for my little granddaughter. This little guy has coughed every few days and has always had an injection. I feel distressed when I see it. What did you buy?"

"Haha, I brought my wife a set of cosmetics and a bunch of specialties. Oh, if Xiao Hou hadn't followed me yesterday, I would have been almost broken up."

I have been to Narita City for several days, and almost few consulting experts from the Chinese delegation stayed in the hotel to guide works, travel, shopping, and visit attractions. I don’t know about this, and I thought Kui Zhengdong brought an elderly group to travel.

"I have been living here for so many days, and I haven't seen Korean friends come over, and there is no atmosphere of a competition at all. Shouldn't I meet in advance and greet me?"

Kui Zhengdong said: "I don't know. This was originally scheduled for the calligraphy exchange exhibition in Tokyo, but it should be in such a small place. If this was so messy in China, it would have been removed from the director of our Calligraphy Association."

"Forget it. After all, this International Calligraphy Association has only gotten a little bit of Mr. Liu's reputation. Otherwise, who would admit such a disagreement association?"

"Stop talking. This time we go to Japan to participate in youth calligraphy exchanges, is it just a vacation? This air ticket that doesn't cost money can be obtained for free."

"Too."

Of course, in the Chinese calligraphy troupe, old calligraphers were on vacation, and Tan Yongzhi was mainly engaged in calligraphy theory research, so there was no great pressure. The most pressure was the two young people who came here this time who specialized in calligraphy creation. One was in the art of calligraphy and the other was in the art of stele. Every day, he thought about going out for a trip, and he was always locked in the study and copied the art of calligraphy and creation repeatedly. Of course, Zhong Yue, the substitute player, Kui Zhengdong, had not considered it too much.

As long as it is not Zhao Liqiu or Qi Chang's hand that broke, Zhong Yue was destined to miss the competition in this Three Kingdoms Youth Exchange Conference. However, for Zhong Yue, the competition is second-hand. He must find someone with some reputation in the local area to find Huang Youwei.

Kui Zhengdong was sitting in the restaurant for afternoon tea, and suddenly called, which was a domestic number.

"Hello."

"Zhengdong."

"What's the matter, President."

"What's wrong with you? It's only two days before the calligraphy exchange exhibition. Where did you go with the group fee? The organizers of the conference called me and said that the Korean calligraphy group had been registered, so we just couldn't go there."

Kui Zhengdong put down the coffee cup held in his hand and straightened his body, "What? Why? We'll register. We've been staying in the hotel for almost five days, and there's also the person in charge of the conference organizer to receive it. I'm still wondering, why is there no movement? What's going on? This is."

"How do I know what's going on with you, and where are you?"

“A hotel in Narita, Chiba Prefecture.”

"I saw a ghost, Kui Zhengdong. The conference was held in Tokyo. The location was written in the invitation letter. Now tell me, where are you leading the group in Tashi City? Are you going to go to heaven?"

"No, President..." Kui Zhengdong stood up, looking surprised, "We got off the plane and saw a banner that welcomed us, so we went there, and the person in charge took us here. He also said that the competition was changed to Narita City. I also thought it was strange, how did the competition change the location? What is the situation?"

"I don't care what your situation is now, hurry up and take someone to Tokyo! If I hear the news of our Chinese Calligraphy Group's timid battle withdrew from the competition at the calligraphy exchange meeting, just stay in Japan and sell your butt!"

Kui Zhengdong's face changed and he said, "I'll take the group over quickly."

He stood up and saw two Guangnan calligraphers who were still having refreshments in the restaurant, calling out, "Stop eating!"

"Isn't this free? What's wrong? Captain Kui doesn't allow us to dig out the corners of imperialism?"

"We must dare to go to Tokyo!"

"Why? We just came back the day before yesterday and didn't go anymore. We are old and we are tired from going back and forth."

Kui Zhengdong roared: "We went to the wrong place!"

"ah?"

The entire Chinese delegation was in a state of confusion when receiving Kui Zhengdong's text message.

"It's so exaggerating. After a long time, the one who received us was not the organizer of the competition? Oh my god, this is so mysterious?"

Old Cao, who was packing his luggage, shook his head and sighed: "Who could have thought, hurry up. It would be fine if he wasted some time. If he was kidnapped, my life would be miserable here."

"Go and go, it's unlucky. I have to call my wife."

"What are you calling? I don't know if you call the police."

The two stood in the corridor, waiting for their assistant to pack their luggage.

"Hey, why is there no signal?"

"Yes, mine is gone, either..."

The two of them suddenly raised their heads and stared at each other, a bad premonition arose from their hearts.

Bang bang bang bang.

The people from the Chinese Calligraphy Corps ran toward the hotel entrance. What a fuck... I saw a ghost!

Kui Zhengdong stood in the hotel lobby, "Are you all there?"

"What if he doesn't matter, run out first. The phone has no signal. It's a big deal!"

"Let's go out first."

Before I could walk a few steps, a group of people suddenly rushed in outside the hotel.

Jiangkou Chongchi walked in in a suit, smiled and looked at the frightened people in the Chinese calligraphy delegation, murmured: "It turns out to be exactly the same as the president said. All calligraphers are hypocritical and shameless animals."

"What are you going to do?!"

"It's really a pity. Why do you guys from China have to break the harmonious atmosphere of getting along with each other and make the situation so embarrassing?"

An old calligrapher who cherishes his life hurriedly said, "What do you want? Money? I'll give it to you!"

Eguchi Shigechi chuckled, "Do you think I'm short of money?" He looked around the hotel, "This is the industry of our Moren Co., Ltd., do you think money is important to us?"

"Then what do you want?"

"We want you calligraphers to be disgraced."

Kui Zhengdong narrowed his eyes, "Are your Japanese calligraphy so shameless? He actually did whatever he wanted to win!"

Jiangkou Chongchi smiled and said, "You are wrong."

"Um?"

"We also despise Japanese calligraphers. They are hypocritical and self-righteous existences like you. We are not calligraphers, but we want to survive for ink and let the ink shine!"

"you……"

从江口重池后边走出来一个拄着拐杖的老者.

After taking off the hat on his head, the vulture-like hawk eyes made everyone feel a cold breath.

"Mo Renhe Society - Meeting you in Gushan is lucky to meet you."
Chapter completed!