"Grandpa, Ye Feng has written these words now, you actually want him to join, I have applied with you three times, and you still don't agree, are you my grandfather. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "When I heard that my grandfather had invited Ye Feng to join the Longcheng Calligraphy Association, Wang Fen was even more unhappy.

"You girl, it's because I'm your grandfather that I can't agree, wait a minute, if I agree, but your level is to let others get back, how can the old man still have face in the calligraphy association?"

"Where is my level worse, your association and my dad's level can get in, my handwriting is much better than his, and there are so many nouveau riche, the level is even worse, can't they all get in?"

Seeing that his daughter actually burned the flames of war on his head, Wang Wei suddenly smiled bitterly.

Old man Wang didn't know how to explain to his granddaughter that this calligraphy association was joined by leaders at all levels in the city, so it could show the nobility of a group of cultural people, otherwise how could this association still have its value?

The Calligraphy Association is really a circle of people who write big characters to entertain themselves.

And those nouveau riche are an indispensable part of the association, without them, where will they get funds for holding activities?

It's just that if you explain it to your granddaughter like this, it seems a little inappropriate, and it seems that your group of sub-cultural people are too urban.

But now that I'm being forced by my granddaughter like this, I really don't know how to deal with it.

At the moment, I had to nod in agreement.

"That's okay, now you write another application, and you just give it to me with Xiao Ye."

Unlike Wang Fen's expectation of joining the Calligraphy Association, their family has two official members, unlike Ye Feng, who only learned today that there is a calligraphy association in the city.

What kind of treatment does the association have, Ye Fenghe doesn't know it in the first place, if he doesn't take the opportunity to ask clearly, how long will he have to wait?

After an introduction by Old Man Wang, I realized that this calligraphy association not only had no salary, but also had to pay monthly membership dues, which was completely different from what he thought.

However, it is not without benefits, at least you can meet a lot of leaders, expand your social circle, and communicate with peers to improve your calligraphy skills.

Especially after joining the association, your calligraphy can also add a lot of value.

Ye Feng thought about it, anyway, the membership fee is not much, if his reputation is out, he will also become a famous calligrapher, and there are not many calligraphy in one size, and it will be good to sell 10,000 pieces.

When the time comes, if you write hundreds of paintings a day, won't you be able to earn millions a day?

When I told Old Man Wang about my thoughts, I realized that this was not the case at all, no matter what was going on now, as long as there was more, it would naturally depreciate, and the same was true for calligraphy and painting works.

Under the guidance of Lao Wang, the two of them wrote the application and handed it over to him, as for when they can become official members of the Calligraphy Association, they will have to wait until they have participated in the calligraphy competition in the city to know.

"In a few days, our association will hold a city-wide calligraphy competition, and when the time comes, I will report your names first, and I will notify you when the official competition is over."

"Hey, okay, then thank you Uncle Wang, you don't have anything to do now, I'll go back first, and I made an appointment to go to the clinic today, and when you have time to have a trip with me, I'll prescribe medicine for you, and I'll take it for a few days."

"Don't wait for any time to be free, let Xiaofen come with you and bring the medicine over."

After leaving the phone, Ye Feng came out of Old Man Wang's villa and took Wang Fen back to his clinic.

Thinking that in the near future, when I introduce myself to others, I can openly say that I am a member of the Longcheng Calligraphy Association and a famous calligrapher.

Now that he just fuses Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy alone, it is already so awesome, if he fuses a few famous calligraphy figures in history, then it will be okay?

It seems that I should go to some antique calligraphy and painting shops to see, integrate a few more people, and then integrate the calligraphy skills of those people, and completely transform them into their own skills, at that time, their level can definitely be beyond the ancient and modern, and become the most awesome calligraphy master throughout the ages.

After a while, Ye Feng prepared the medicine of the old man Wang, but Wang Fen took the medicine and left, as if he didn't remember the matter of giving money at all, and he didn't know if it was the habit of receiving gifts at home.

However, he has no habit of giving gifts, and besides, now that the old man Wang is begging for himself, how can he not want money.

"Hey, I said beauty, where is the medicine money?"

"I didn't bring it, I'll give it to you tomorrow when my grandfather comes over, don't give it away."

This girl walked out of the clinic without returning, looking at her distant back, although she was good-looking, but her behavior really made Ye Feng angry.

I have only been open for a few days in this clinic, but I didn't expect to encounter a debtor in this second business.

Especially although Longcheng is not big, the house price is not cheap at all, otherwise I would have bought the house a long time ago, so I would still be working hard to earn money to buy a house.

After Wang Fen left, no one came to the clinic for a while.

Ye Feng looked at the time, it was already noon, and if he didn't pay attention to it, time flew by.

I went out to eat a bowl of noodles and simply solved an afternoon meal.

When he returned to the clinic, he didn't see anyone coming, Ye Feng lay down on the chair for a while, he originally wanted to keep the room as a bedroom, but now he didn't even have a bed, and he couldn't live in it.

When the room I'm renting now expires, it's not too late to move in.

Just go back to sleep every day, anyway, it's not far away, and Ye Feng doesn't feel too troublesome.

Ye Feng was napping in the chair, and suddenly, a few yellow hairs pushed the door and walked in, and the guy who took the lead was holding two Chinese cigarettes under his arm, and said with a smile at Ye Feng: "Boss, buy cigarettes." ”

Looking at the posture of a few people, Ye Feng thought that he had come to make trouble, and he was still a little weak in his heart.

I didn't expect it to be a group of salesmen, so I have nothing to worry about, I don't usually smoke, and I really want to buy it, and I won't buy it from such a group of people, what if I buy a fake one.

", annoyed, stay put."

Unexpectedly, when a few yellow hairs heard Ye Feng's teasing, they all immediately laughed, and the one who took the lead said: "It seems that the boss doesn't understand our rules here, so I have to tell you well." ”

"My brother has been selling cigarettes here for two years, and if someone doesn't buy them, then the safety is not guaranteed. Like a fire, spilling feces, that's all a small problem, and a few legs that don't know each other are broken. ”

"Boss, don't you think about it again? This cigarette is real. ”

When I heard this, I realized that I had met a group of forced buyers and sellers. I used to hear about it, but I thought it was far away, but I didn't expect to encounter it now.

In the past days, Ye Feng had never seen this, and he suddenly withered, it was so troublesome to open a clinic in this Nima, he was a profession of treating diseases and saving people, and he didn't expect to be blackmailed, this was really something he didn't expect, but what could he do at this time, he had to follow.

Anyway, it's just a box of cigarettes, how much is it worth if they want it?

"Okay then, how many boxes are you going to sell?"

"Haha, boss, you're so atmospheric, how can you let you have it all by yourself, you just need to buy one box." As he spoke, the yellow hair who took the lead threw a box on Ye Feng's consultation table.

Ye Feng took it and took a look, but he didn't expect it to be a soft box.

I had to take out a hundred from my wallet and hand it over to the leader of the yellow hair.

"Hehe, it's all my fault that my brother didn't tell you the price just now, it's all our fault, but it's not too late to say it." Huang Mao said with a smile,

"Now solemnly convey to the boss the price of our best China, a box of five thousand, less than a dime can not be bought."