Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning Chapter 62

  Chapter 62 062 Sister Xi's coquettish operation, amiable Mr. Jiang

  Bai Po walked last, and slowly replied: "I will try my best."

  The boy scratched his head.

  Front, Jian Rong, who had added a lot of people, also noticed that there was a girl in the team. There were only a few girls from the Beicheng Calligraphy Association. He turned his head and asked Qiu Boqing: "Do you know that girl?"

  Qiu Boqing didn't look behind, just nodded.

   "To be selected to participate, the strength should be quite good?" Jian Rong was a little curious, and he wanted to get acquainted.

  Qiu Boqing sneered when he heard the words, "I didn't take the ninth grade."

   "Ah..." Jian Rong immediately lost interest.

  In their group, none of the ninth-level exams scored more than 80 points, but one of them didn't take the ninth-level exam.

  The gate of the Chinese Calligraphy Association is thick and solemn, with wooden plaques and golden beams. The gate is eight meters wide, and there are stone lions squatting on both sides. Everyone comes here to check in.

  Even Vice President Qian and Jian Rong are no exception.

  Bai Po took the boy's cell phone and took a photo for him.

   is returning the phone to him.

  At this moment, there was a commotion at the door.

  Everyone looked towards the gate, and a row of people wearing the folding fan logo of the Chinese Calligraphy Association walked slowly from the gate.

  The young contestants in the calligraphy field who participated in the Lanting Award from all corners of the world could not help but look over.

  Looking eagerly at the Zhongshu Association clothes they were wearing.

   "Xie Jinyun!"

   "It seems to be really him!"

   An exclamation sounded.

   "It's Xie Jinyun..." Beside Bai Po, the boy also looked at the group of people with great eagerness, and turned around to discuss with Bai Po, but found that Bai Po was looking at his phone, back...

  Recite words?

   "What?" Seeing him staring at him, Bai Po tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

   "Aren't you curious?" His blood was extinguished instantly by Bai Po's slightly cold gaze, "Xie Jinyun, the first place this time, it is rumored that he is the next president..."

   Then he looked at himself as he spoke, and Bai Po recited another word.

  Boys: “…”

   Interrupted by Bai Po, when the boy looked at the members of the Chinese Calligraphy Association again, his eyes were not so eager, "Let's add a WeChat."

  He felt that he couldn't add Xie Jinyun anyway, so he took out his phone and added a WeChat message to Bai Po.

   The Chinese Calligraphy Association is very large, low-key and luxurious.

  Their competition venue today is the largest building in the middle.

"This is everyone's textual research." Downstairs, the vice president sent everyone's textual research to them, "I don't need to say more about the content, there are three opportunities to write in it, everyone has to choose your best one and submit it , I'll wait for you downstairs."

  He sent out the textual research one by one.

  Finally, she told Jian Rong with kind eyes: "Don't be nervous, keep calm, the teacher believes that you will be able to reach such a height one day."

   "I know." Jian Rong held the textual research certificate and took a deep breath.

  He has outstanding talent in Beicheng, but when he comes to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, no one here knows him at all.

   A group of twenty people from Beicheng went in.

  Many of the teachers leading the team downstairs knew each other. The manager of Nancheng led the team and walked over with a smile, "Old Qian, that was Jian Rong from your book association just now?"

   "Yes," Vice President Qian smiled, "That's him, the little guy has good talent, but it's a pity that his luck is bad."

"It's really a pity," the manager of Nancheng clicked his tongue, "I was unlucky. I met Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun. One of them was trained as the next president, and the other was a student of the current president. Those who won the Lanting Award are very unlucky, I just gave my students a long time of ideological homework."

   No matter how talented a person is, he will be suppressed by these two characters.

  Can Vice President Qian not know about this?

   "I hope that Jian Rong can calm down," Qian Fuhui sighed, "If he can secure the second prize, he will be able to earn a spot in the Chinese Calligraphy Association."

   Coming to the Chinese Calligraphers Association to participate in the competition is not only a test of skills, but also of character.

   Every time geniuses from various cities come to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, they will be attacked by all kinds of monsters. This year, there are more than one such monsters. Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun are king bombs in any session.

  These two people are still in the same class.

   With this pressure, how will other people stand out?

   It lasted for an hour and a half, Vice President Qian and none of them left, they were all waiting downstairs for them to come out.

   However, the game had just lasted ten minutes.

  A figure came out from inside the building.

   "Which candidate is this broken? Open?" Someone asked.

   Deputy Qian, who was chatting with people from Nancheng, raised his head and wanted to see who had such a bad temper. When he took a closer look, he could hardly maintain the calmness on his face, "You...why did you come out now?!"

  He looked at Bai Po in disbelief.

  Bai Po just took out his mobile phone, and then slowly took out his earphones, ready to listen to English.

"Can't you come out?" Bai Po raised her head, the black earphones were still in her hand, the girl was wearing a snow-white top, she raised her eyes slightly, the midday sun was dazzling, reflecting her jade-like eyebrows and eyes, hazy but gorgeous Too much.

  The gold thread of the skirt reflects cold light.

   Vice President Qian: "Yes, but... you will come out in ten minutes?"

   Such a serious competition is held every three years, and it also involves the quota of the Chinese Calligraphy Association. Even Xie Jinyun will not make a mistake after careful consideration.

  Who can finish writing in ten minutes?

   "Well," Bai Po stuffed the earphones into his ears and looked sideways, "I'm catching a plane, and I have class tomorrow."

   Vice President Qian: "..."

  Go back to Xiangcheng today?

   No, you are so flamboyant?

  He was a little tired, but thinking about it, Bai Po didn't come here just to win the prize, and it was useless to stay in Jiangjing, “Then you go back and pay attention to your own safety.”

   Vice President Qian waved his hand and didn't keep her.

  He watched Bai Po leave, and the person in Nancheng next to him saw Bai Po leave, and asked in surprise, "Is this one of yours?"

   "Well, let's join in the fun," Vice President Qian smiled and didn't mention Bai Po: "It's just gaining insight."

  He focused his eyes on the building, waiting for Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing to come out.

  Here, Bai Po went back to the hotel to get his backpack.

   Board the plane and return to Xiangcheng.

  The black car was already waiting quietly not far from the hotel. In the car, Jiang He sat in the back seat expressionlessly, with a lot of medicine beside him.

  Bai Po got into the car.

  Glanced at Jiang He, "Where's your brother?"

  Jiang He hugged the pillow and said weakly, "At Jiang's house."

  Bai Po nodded, without asking any further questions, she and Jiang He returned to Xiangcheng first.

  The plane still landed in Danping City, and it was Ming Dongheng who came to pick up Bai Po and Jiang He, because Jiang He had just met the doctor and was emotionally unstable, so Bai Po accompanied him back to the manor.

  In the hall, Bureau Chen had been waiting for Ming Dongheng to come back.

  Seeing Bai Po, he didn't dare to ask too much, he just greeted carefully, and then asked her some trivial matters.

  Bai Po stayed with Jiang He for a while, and then went back to have dinner with Ji Heng.

   "Miss Bai, I just want to go back," Chen Ju stood up at that moment, "It happens that I have to pick up someone tomorrow morning, so I have to go back early to rest."

  He has a good abacus, so he took Bai Po together.

   "Who are you picking up?" Ming Dongheng looked at Chen Ju coldly.

  He didn't see whether Director Chen really wanted to pick up someone, or if he was pretending to pick up someone.

  Chen Ju is not afraid, and he is not entirely an excuse, it is just that the time is not right, if he will accept Xu Yajun tomorrow, will he be lying if he changes it to this evening?

   "Xiao Xu, she has finished participating in the competition and wants to come to Xiangcheng to experience the history."

  Ming Dongheng squinted his eyes, but couldn't remember who it was.

   "It's the one that came last time!" Chen Ju helped him recall.

Although talking with Ming Dongheng, Chen Ju did not forget Bai Po, and turned his head to calmly explain to Bai Po: "Miss Bai, this little Xu is Xu Yajun, a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Association. She met the old man with President Xue yesterday. The old man said that she writes Liang style very well, and she should shine in this Lanting Award..."

   Halfway through speaking, Chen Ju looked at Bai Po's calm face.

  Changed the subject quickly again, he touched the cold sweat on his forehead, thinking to himself how he told Miss Bai these things.

   "Miss Bai, I'll take you home!" He took the car keys.

   "Thank you." Bai Po took the schoolbag.

  Go out with Chen Ju.

   At the same time, Jiang Jing.

  Chinese Calligraphy Association.

  The Lanting Award held every three years is a major event for the Chinese Calligraphers Association.

   This year is no surprise.

  Just finished the exam in the morning, all the works were sealed and sent to the selection room at night.

   There were seven people who participated in the judging process. This year, because President Xue had students in it, in order to avoid suspicion, he did not join the jury.

   At this time, he is drinking tea at home.

   After receiving a call, he stood up abruptly: "What?"

   "Teacher," Xu Yajun was startled by the teacher's surprise, she also stood up: "What's wrong?"

  President Xue is over middle-aged, he took his coat and didn't have time to explain, "That guy actually came to the Chinese Calligraphy Association, didn't he agree to be a judge, why did he suddenly come..."

  President Xue hurried out.

  Xu Yajun hurriedly followed, "Teacher, who are you talking about?"

   "It's okay," President Xue shook his head, "I'll go to the Chinese Calligraphy Association first, and I'll greet you in Xiangcheng, just go."

  He didn't have time to explain to Xu Yajun.

  Drive directly to the Chinese Book Association.

  Selection Office of the Chinese Calligraphers Association.

  In the middle of the conference table, sat a man wearing a snow-white shirt. He lowered his eyes, pointed at the computer desktop with cold white fingers, his fine black hair fell to his brow bone, and there was air-conditioning at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

  Even if he didn't speak, he could still feel the reserved and cold aura soaked in his body.

  When he moved his finger, a cold wind seemed to blow through the entire selection room.

  Beside him, the elegant old man stood with a smile: "You don't have to restrain yourself, our young master is just here to come and see, all the teachers are good at scoring, just relax."

  The seven judges held the work tremblingly. Hearing this, they almost cried.

   What you said sounds nice.

  This master sits here, who dares to relax?

  Also, don't you know Mr. Jiang is very kind even if he doesn't speak?

  As soon as Chairman Xue came, he saw the seven judges huddled in their seats like quails, "..."

   "Steward Jiang, why are you two here?" President Xue was very polite, but he didn't dare to talk to Jiang Fuli, and only asked the old housekeeper beside him.

  Jiang Steward smiled, "Jiang Shao is just here to see, he intends to donate a sum of money to this Lanting Award."

   As he spoke, Butler Jiang gestured with his fingers.

  President Xue cheered up, "I would like to thank Young Master Jiang for these contestants!"

  Jiang Steward looked at the seven judges, "I heard that this year's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, President Xue's students are also one of them."

   "Yajun?" President Xue mentioned this proud disciple, and he was also proud, "It's not easy for a girl to make it this far..."

  When Chairman Xue came, the atmosphere in the whole office improved a lot.

  The seven judges were finally able to score the works.

   Average score system.

   "This thin golden body should belong to Xie Jinyun." A teacher flipped through a piece of work, admired it with the people around him, and then sighed, "It is indeed the most popular person this year."

  He scored 91 points for this picture.

   Calligraphy is flourishing, but there are not many people who can really calm down to learn calligraphy. This Lanting Award is held for the younger generation.

   Levels vary.

   Except for Xie Jinyun's thin golden body, most people have not seen other good works.

   "Isn't the president's student here this year? I think she wrote about Liang..." A judge smiled and turned to the next one. He stopped in the middle of the sentence.

  He stared blankly at the work.

   is the beam body.

   is "Records of Xiangcheng".

The person who wrote this poem, every stroke is like the blade of a gun, the curved pen is like a vine, and the whole is like flowing water. The ink is poured on the paper like a mighty galaxy of water rushing down from the sky. The style of splashing ink is coming!

  He looked at this work and couldn't bear to put it down for a long time.

  The person next to him noticed his strangeness and looked over, "What work did you see, it's so..."

  He looked at it for a long time, and suddenly looked at President Xue who was chatting with Steward Jiang: "President, you are really clumsy, you are an amazing student, I am a little ashamed of your strength!"

   "What?" President Xue was confused by this sentence.

   "That's it," the man showed him the work, "Look, it's just this character, just this sharp edge, it's much better than Xie Jinyun."

  The people present here are well aware of the people who are capable of competing for the first prize in this competition.

  Liang style is well written, only Xu Yajun.

  (end of this chapter)

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