Office building of Huizhou Calligraphy Association

After Wu Zhonghe became the president of the Book Association, he no longer served in Huimei.

"President Wu, will this letter of recommendation for the national competition be sent or not? If you don't hand it in, the deadline for the declaration will be reached. ”

Wu Zhonghe put down his Chinese document and said with a smile: "Director Zhang, what are you anxious about? The letter sent two months ago, people are not in a hurry to get the registration form, what are we anxious about here?"

"No, the teachers from Huida University have come over several times, and they have already explained this matter, this Zhong Yue is going to Huamei as an exchange student, maybe he didn't receive the letter, they can help fill out the form. ”

Wu Zhonghe leaned back in his chair, "How can this be done? This is done according to the rules and regulations?"

"President, I heard that this Zhong Yue has communicated with Xiling, and he has also jointly published a book with Qian Yunyao, a seal carver. ”

"Lao Zhang, you are the same as others. Isn't it easy to publish a book now? If you are willing to spend money, I will find you the vice president of the Bian Book Association and ask him to co-sign with you when he publishes the book. ”

Zhang Zhiyun is also the mainstay of the Municipal Book Association, and put the book Huang Mingchuan took on Wu Zhonghe's table, "Look at it, this is what Huang Lao bought in the bookstore, I heard that it is a best-selling book." ”

"I don't look. It's a big thing that makes our book association revolve around him. Okay, he loves to report it, if there is no news in a few days, he will directly give this place to Huang Xu, really, the young man himself is not modest, why do you want us to press the eight sedan chairs, and invite him over?"

The young director walked in, "President, there is a man named Zhong Yue, who said he wants to see you. ”

Wu Zhonghe said with a smile: "Look, what are you talking about." Said Cao Cao, this is not Cao Cao. If you worry too much, who will be unable to live with the future?"

Zhang Zhiyun smiled and said secretly in his heart: That's not as unreliable as you. Fortunately, it's a loose association, so it's a political organization, and you're taking revenge for personal gain, so it's not reported?

"Shall I deal with it?"

Wu Zhonghe closed the document on the table, "Don't." What did Zhong Yue say, he is also my junior, and he is here to see me, not to see you. ”

Zhang Zhiyun said: "I read his Xiaokai, and the writing is good. Since it is Xiling Publishing and has won an award, and Huang Lao has also been nominated there before, I think he will take this opportunity to be absorbed into our association, what do you think?"

"If you can write regular script, you will be absorbed into the book association. Lao Zhang, what age is this, and you still talk about this? It's really interesting. Wu Zhonghe walked out of the office, "What's that, Xiao Zhou, you go and invite him to the reception room, I'll come over later." ”

"Good. ”

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Zhong Yue had never been to the Huizhou Calligraphers Association before

After looking for a long time in the city, I found this place. Generally, the directors of the book association are only temporary positions. This kind of association may really deal with things, and there are less than 10 people who go to work, otherwise if the members and directors of the city's calligraphy association have eaten all day long and have nothing to do, and a group of old men sit together to write calligraphy, who will raise it?

An old calligrapher like Huang Mingchuan, after serving as vice president before, is now a name, except for any large-scale events, annual meetings or whatnot, he will not come at other times.

Zhong Yue sat in the reception room, looking at this antique reception room, which absorbs many members every year, and the membership fee is collected by a few hundred a year, and the organization naturally has a lot of nourishment. But I waited for more than ten minutes, and there was no cup of tea, and this hospitality was a little too much to say.

But if you bring it up, you have to make a call and fetch your own water, right?" Zhong Yue smiled and glanced at his phone. uploaded the promotional video sent by Ouyang Ming to his Weibo, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, in addition to the Jinzun gift box, the promotional video produced by Jerry Liu will naturally be uploaded simultaneously, and the advertising windows of many supermarkets will also be played.

Originally, Ouyang Guoqing's intention was to spend money to buy Metro Line 9, passing by the Shanghai Calligraphy Association halfway, and buying the right to broadcast advertising, but Zhong Yue felt that there was no need for this, so he just rented a few advertising spaces in the advertising window on the subway platform to place the print advertisements that Huang Youwei helped shoot before.

"Isn't this Zhong Yue, why did you come to such an inconspicuous association as ours?"

Zhong Yue listened to the strange voice of yin and yang, and didn't understand, what kind of poison did the people of the book association have, and Wu Zhonghe was elected as the president?

"Director Wu, oh, no, now I'm going to change my name to President Wu, don't come unharmed. ”

Wu Zhonghe walked into the living room and sat on the soft leather sofa chair, "I'm still used to being called Teacher Wu, I teach in school and deal with students, but I'm not as tired as I am now." ”

"That's it. Mr. Wu, you are the director, and the students respect you. ”

"Hehe, it's me who holds the credits, and students don't dare to do anything out of the ordinary if they want to graduate. ”

Zhong Yue looked at Wu Zhonghe's spring breeze, and also laughed dryly, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, this gift, Mr. Wu, you take it." ”

"Eh, what is this for? How bad is it for people to see? Besides, you are not my student, before this, we still have some festivals, don't we?" Wu Zhonghe raised his eyebrows, he was the head of Huimei's department before, these eight poles couldn't beat Zhong Yue, and he could only be angry and itchy, now his ass is sitting in the Huizhou Book Association, this Zhong Yue wants to join the Book Association, and he has to lower his voice and beg him?

His tone was softer than before, but his domineering momentum remained undiminished.

"What is Mr. Wu talking about, you are writing, this is going to nominate me for the competition, the grace of the support, I came here to give some small gifts, what can others say?"

Wu Zhonghe glanced at the gift box on the table, which looked a little magnificent, not like the twenty or thirty-one boxes of garbage mooncakes in a small supermarket, and said with a smile: "What's the matter." Nomination, that's before you won the award, do things according to the regulations, let you come, confirm in person, it's also the rules. Otherwise, if we report to Huida and you don't go, whose responsibility is that?

"Yes, Mr. Wu, you're right. ”

"Well, Xiao Zhong, your attitude is right. ”

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "There is a shortage of people here in the Book Association." ”

"How?"

"Mr. Wu, you have been sitting here for a long time, chatting with idlers like me for a long time, and there is no one to serve tea and water. ”

Wu Zhonghe was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "Huang Lao mentioned it to me before, saying that Xiao Zhong, calligraphy, can be written, and later said that he won the award." I said, Xiao Zhong, your level is enough to join the Book Association, but your attitude is not very good. Calligraphy, there are a lot of standards that can be met, and our calligraphy association is not a garbage shelter, if it really follows that standard, then the good and the bad are uneven, isn't it a mess of porridge? Now I see you come back, your attitude is a lot better, I think, or you stay in the calligraphy association, intern, and now you are still in school, right, what winter and summer vacations, come and help, you just said, there is a shortage of manpower here, just be a work-study, I will pay you a salary. ”

"That's great. Zhong Yue said calmly with a blank face.

Modesty does not mean timidity, and similarly, quiet approval does not mean approval. Some people are not worthy of Zhong Yue's anger, they may have been before, but now this Amon is no different from ants. Will you deal with ants?

"Haha, Xiao Zhong, don't worry, you join the Book Association, I guarantee that there is no problem. ”

Zhong Yue stood up and said with a smile: "Join the Book Association, no, no." How can I qualify?"

"I said you're qualified, and you have. ”

"No, I can't, Mr. Wu. ”

Wu Zhonghe admired Zhong Yue more and more, and smiled playfully: "What's wrong?"

"I've heard that members of the Storytelling Association have to pay membership dues, right?"

"This, you have to pay 1,000 to join, and then it's only two or three hundred a year, I forgot how much this is. ”

"That's it. Mr. Wu, I'm sorry, my family is poor, and I don't have any money. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yue turned around and left, without taking his head back.

Wu Zhonghe was left alone, and he stayed in the reception room in a daze.

This......

"Yo, Lao Wu, who gave this gift?" The first director of the Book Association happened to pass by, looking at the big gift on the table, his eyes were bright.

"Huh? Nothing. You deal with this thing. ”

"Deal with it?"

"I've got you. ”

The director was a little surprised and said, "Send me? Do you know how expensive this thing is now? I just came back from the supermarket, Da Lifa, limited to three sets, 6688 per set, you have to deal with it? Crazy you." ”

"6......" Wu Zhonghe gasped.

Poor?

No money?