Zhang Shoumin lowered his eyes, seeing that his brother and sister-in-law were going to have a dispute because of himself, he hurriedly said goodbye.

Walking out of the company, he took a deep breath.

In fact, there is really nothing wrong with working here in Wang Yingru, and it is also his professional counterpart, but after all, it is his sister-in-law who is in charge, not his eldest brother.

He always felt that Wang Yingru was defensive of him.

After working for more than two years, he was only promoted to be a team leader, and he didn't have much right to speak, and the final decision was still in Qingqing's hands.

In the past two years, he has been watching coldly, although I have to admit that Qingqing is very talented in clothing design, and the main styles every year can always become a trend in the market, but she is just a little girl after all, how can my sister-in-law be so relieved to let her decide everything!

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to think about it, anyway, these things have nothing to do with him in the future.

After Zhang Shoumin left, Wang Yingru kept a calm face and no longer paid attention to Zhang Shouguo.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Shouguo noticed Wang Yingru's emotional changes and was puzzled.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

Wang Yingru was in a bad mood because she was pregnant, and she was already emotionally unstable, but when she saw Zhang Shouguo asking herself unconsciously, her temper immediately exploded.

"Zhang Shouguo, Zhang Shoumin wants to leave, why are you stopping him? When you say that, it seems that he is here with me, and I, the sister-in-law, have wronged him, what do you mean?"

"When did I say he was wronged here?"

Zhang Shouguo was puzzled, he obviously didn't mean that.

"Hmph," Wang Yingru sneered, "Zhang Shouguo, this company was created little by little by Qingqing with me, who of you Zhang family has made a contribution?

"Now look at the company, but treat this company as your Zhang family, let me tell you, there is no such cheap thing!"

Zhang Shouguo was stunned: "What are you talking about......"

He had the heart to refute, but seeing Wang Yingru like that, and feeling sorry for her that it was not easy to get pregnant, he had to coax: "Okay, okay, this company is all yours, and I will work for you!"

“……”

Seeing that Wang Yingru didn't speak, Zhang Shouguo walked up to her and stroked her chest and smoothed her breath: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, you will be in charge of everything in the future, I will listen to you everything, okay?"

Wang Yingru snorted coldly and glared at him.

Although his parents work together, they occasionally have different opinions and disputes, but slowly, Zhang Shouguo is also familiar with the company's affairs, and he can also do some things by himself.

Zhang Qing was told by the head teacher to participate in the calligraphy competition organized by the Education and Sports Bureau.

There are only two places in the entire second elementary school, except for Zhang Qing, the other is a sixth-grade student, named Yu Chunxiao.

On the day of the competition, the school specially arranged for the teacher to drive them to the competition venue, which is enough to show that the school attaches great importance to this matter.

Zhang Qing was carrying a small box, in which was the set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he was used to.

It has become a common practice for the Education and Sports Bureau to organize calligraphy and painting competitions for primary and secondary school students every year, and the venue is located in the municipal library.

At that time, the students will write directly on the tables set up in the lobby on the first floor, and many school teachers and some calligraphy enthusiasts will be watching from the side, while the judges and teachers can walk among them at will.

Therefore, in addition to the excellent level of participating in this competition, psychological quality is also an important aspect.

Originally, the school did not recommend Zhang Qing to participate.

Yu Chunxiao participated in the senior group competition, and the school originally wanted a third-grade student to participate in the junior group competition.

It was because a teacher proposed that Zhang Qing was a first-grade primary school student, too young to see anything in the world, and on this occasion, I am afraid that she will be overly nervous and affect her performance.

In the end, it was Zhang Qing who was strongly recommended by Mr. Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi remembered the little girl's indifferent and calm expression when she faced her questioning, and thought to herself that on this occasion, the little girl didn't look like she would be nervous.

And with her calligraphy level, there will be no problem in participating in the senior group competition, let alone the junior group, even if she plays abnormally, it will be higher than those who play normally.

Although Zhang Qing couldn't let him get off the stage at that time, perhaps because she saw Zhang Qing's calm confidence when she swiped ink, Jiang Yi was full of confidence.

So at this time, crowded in a somewhat noisy crowd, Jiang Yi stretched his head and looked over, and saw the girl with calm eyes and an indifferent expression.

The little girl was slowly taking her pen and ink from the small box and placing it on the table, and then began to grind the ink.

Her ink grinding action looked unhurried and elegant, but she quickly finished grinding an inkstone inkstone.

When the host showed what needed to be written for the competition, the little girl picked up the pen, sat upright at the table, and began to write.

It was as if the voices around her didn't have any effect on her.

He said, this little girl's psychological quality must be very good.

Jiang Yi pursed his lips and thought, suddenly a little proud.

As the students took up their pens and wrote, the judges walked past them one by one.

These referees are all calligraphers who have a certain degree of attainment in calligraphy, and they are all specially invited by the Education and Sports Bureau to act as referees.

As they walked around, they would pick out what they thought was the best word, put it together, and then evaluate it.

Yu Huanghe is the president of the Municipal Calligraphy Association, and generally speaking, he does not need to appear on such small occasions.

But who let their granddaughter come to the competition this year?

Thinking of this, Yu Huanghe shook his head and glanced at Yu Chunxiao from afar.

The level of his granddaughter's calligraphy, he knows in his heart, and it is not a problem to win an award on such an occasion.

But in reality, he didn't want his granddaughter to participate in such activities.

He asked her to learn calligraphy, not to let her win any awards or be in the limelight.

It's just that the girl is getting older, and she has some ideas, and she doesn't want to say it to him, who is a grandfather.

Yu Huanghe thought of this, and sighed secretly again in loneliness.

With a turn of his gaze, he fell on the word in front of him, and Yu Huanghe's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Although it can still be seen that the wrist strength is slightly insufficient, it has its own backbone!

This is a rarity among children who practice calligraphy today!

He couldn't help but look at the child who was writing with a pen.

It turned out to be a girl who looked very young.

Yu Huanghe raised his eyebrows in surprise, his eyes showed a look of surprise, but it was clear in an instant.

It's no wonder that the wrist strength is a little insufficient, and it turns out that she is still a small girl.

When Yu Huanghe Station came over, there were already two judges standing behind Zhang Qing.

Both of them took a fancy to Zhang Qing's words, and they were still wary of each other, lest the other party take Zhang Qing's words first, but at this time, when they saw that the president was standing up, they could only sigh secretly and retreat.

After all, if the words you choose are widely acclaimed, it also represents your own level and vision.

But at this time, the president also fell in love with the girl's writing, and the two looked at each other, and they couldn't fight with the president, so they had to turn around and look for the next word that satisfied them.

But I was secretly sorry in my heart.