Zhong Manhua naturally knows the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

This is the General Association of Chinese Calligraphy, and other regional associations are just branches.

Members of branch associations cannot even obtain membership qualifications from the main association.

The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association also has a high status in the art world and often communicates with some foreign art masters.

But why did the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association call her?

She once wanted to ask members of the Chinese Artists Calligraphy Association to be Xiaoxuan's teachers, but they were not in such a leisurely mood.

After all, these calligraphy masters can sell a random calligraphy for a sky-high price, so naturally they will not come to teach.

Zhong Manhua was puzzled: "Excuse me, did you make the wrong call?"

"Wrong number?"

There was a staff member on the other end of the phone. When he heard this, he looked at the phone number carefully: "That's right. Aren't you Master Ying's mother?"

Zhong Manhua was stunned again: "Master Ying?"

The Ying family has been in business for generations, when did a master emerge?

"I'm sorry, if you made a mistake, then you are a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression became cold, "We don't have any masters in the Ying family, and it takes a bit of skill to deceive people."

No longer waiting for the staff over there to say anything, she directly hung up the call and blocked the number.

When Zhong Zhiwan heard about the Chinese Artists Calligraphy Association, he realized something: "Auntie, what's wrong?"

"Scam call." Zhong Manhua smiled contemptuously, "He actually said that he was a staff member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. He invited Master Ying to go to them and lied to people without even making a draft."

Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.

Zhong Manhua did not watch the live broadcast on the day of the art festival, but she was there.

Sheng Qingtang was filled with admiration for the characters that Ying Zijin drew with his left and right bows.

Sheng Qingtang is also the former president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan can be sure that this call was made specifically for Ying Zijin.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Manhua actually became a scam caller.

However, the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is much more famous in China than the Ying family.

Zhong Zhiwan couldn't tell whether she was happy or nervous. She lowered her head and tried her best to suppress the smile on her lips: "Auntie, what if it's really the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association calling?"

"Impossible." Zhong Manhua took a sip of tea and said indifferently, "Neither your uncle nor your cousins ​​are qualified to do art. As for..."

I didn’t say anything else after that.

Zhong Manhua frowned.

The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is definitely not here for Ying Zijin, right?

She did hire calligraphy and Chinese painting teachers for Ying Zijin, but in the end nothing came of it.

Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin could pass one of the midterm exams.

She had never been to the previous parent-teacher conference of the elite class, and she really couldn't afford to lose face.

"Wanwan, you go and do your business." Zhong Manhua put down the cup, "I'll wait here for your grandpa to come back."

**

This way.

The staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association were disconnected and looked confused.

I had no choice but to reply to Sheng Qingtang that Master Ying’s family regarded them as liars. Not only that, but their mobile phone numbers were also blocked.

Sheng Qingtang was very angry. After thinking about it, he decided to go directly to the door to invite him.

At this time, Qingzhi's call came in.

"President Sheng, I gave it to the wrong person." The dean of academic affairs was sweating profusely. "The contact number of Ying's parents has been changed. You blame me and you still have the old version of the file."

"Please remember, classmate Ying's father's phone number at this time is 177xxxxxxxx."

Sheng Qingtang wrote it down, confused: "What about the one just now?"

"That's from her adoptive parents' house." The dean didn't say much, but just mentioned it a little bit, "It's not something."

He and the director of moral education are good brothers, and together they are called Qingzhi Shuangsha by the students, but the director of moral education is also known as the exterminator.

The dean of academic affairs heard the director of moral education say it several times.

That Mrs. Ying didn't ask the facts and just beat people when she came up.

If this is the case in front of outsiders, what will happen in private?

Just a while ago, wasn't it exposed on Weibo that a mother slapped her son and choked him in public?

I thought this wealthy lady could be a bit graceful, but it seemed like she wasn't much better.

Sheng Qingtang has been living a secluded life, and he really didn't know about such a thing. He frowned: "Okay, I understand, it's the Ying family of the four wealthy families, right?"

He hung up the phone and sent the new number to the staff.

He stood up, put on his reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and typed slowly. He was sending this letter to the current president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

[Then let me tell you, remember this Ying family, if anyone from them asks for something from our association in the future, they will all reject it, and then tell them to get lost as far away as possible. 】

**

Middle and outer ring.

In the community.

After Wen Fengmian took the medicine, he received a call from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

He was surprised, but not much shocked.

It seemed that the resounding name of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association was not enough to impress him.

But I am proud, for sure.

After all, Ying Zijin was raised by him. Even if he was not his biological child, he always hoped that she would have the best future.

Wen Fengmian smiled and asked softly: "Do you want Yaoyao to join the meeting?"

"No." The staff member said, "Our President Sheng said that we want Master Ying to be the director of our association. You don't have to do anything, just name it."

This is a normal reaction.

He muttered.

When the first call was made, he thought he was calling some leader.

fraud?

Is it okay to trick people into joining their association?

"Okay, I understand." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times and said, "I can't make the decision on this matter. I want to ask the child for his own opinion."

"It should be." The staff member was a little flattered and said hurriedly, "You are too polite. I will reply to President Sheng right now."

Wen Fengmian's voice was very soft, but Wen Tinglan still heard it.

The door opened, and the boy came out of the bedroom carrying a little bear: "Dad?"

"Well, I'm looking for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian stood up, a little worried, "Yu Yu, you've been a little sleepy recently, are you okay?"

"It's okay, dad, don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed her eyes, "Sister said, it's a normal phenomenon."

He has already undergone hypnotherapy twice.

Some things that have been suppressed in the subconscious for a long time are also slowly being erased.

Yu Xuesheng is the second-ranked Nok hypnotist, and his hypnosis ability is naturally recognized as one of the top in the world.

Treating autism is not a problem.

"That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and smiled, "You really just listen to your sister."

Wen Tinglan sat down next to him and did not deny it: "Dad, who is looking for sister?"

"Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, let Yaoyao become a director."

Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but I don't seem to be very willing."

"It's okay if you don't go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything. "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside. She left some medicinal food for us to use."

**

the other side.

Ying Zijin didn't know that Sheng Qingtang had asked the association staff to call her home.

She didn't even bother to look at this kind of thing, and it wouldn't affect the future.

As soon as she finished eating, she felt very sleepy.

Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car, so she didn't have to walk much.

After Ying Zijin fastened his seat belt, he leaned against the car window.
To be continued...