Chapter 547 Take it out! This president has also done it [1 update]
Yan Tingfeng’s words were concise and concise, but how could Mr. Fu Lao not be able to tell the whole story?
Although he has long since retired from the Calligraphy Association, and others will not bother him at the library at will, his influence is recognized as the number one in the calligraphy circle.
This is why the president and senior officials of the Calligraphy Association decided to give Fu Qiao the championship of this year's youth finals, even at the risk of cheating in public.
The reason is indeed simply because Fu Qiao is the granddaughter of Mr. Fu Lao and is deeply loved by Mr. Fu Lao.
But they have all forgotten that Fu Qiao was adopted by Mr. Fu Lao. He usually cherishes his talents the most and will never allow such unfair things to happen.
Mr. Fu Lao was so angry that his hands were shaking, but his good cultivation still allowed him to speak calmly and speak clearly: "Little friend Yan, please wait a moment. I will go over to find you after I have finished handling the affairs of the association. Thank you for telling me this."
"After Fu Lao is done, I will send someone to pick you up." Yan Tingfeng smiled, "Xiao Wan and I have prepared good tea for you. Waiting for your arrival."
Xie Linyuan silently memorized the third move.
——You must learn to complain tactfully so that the effect can be maximized.
Sure enough, after Hua Yingyue's reminder, he learned a lot of new things from this kid today.
Yan Tingfeng cut off the call and looked coldly at the people from the Calligraphy Association at the door of Lin's house: "Aren't you going to get out?"
The three words were plain, without even a tone of voice. Any ups and downs are extremely compelling.
The middle-aged man opened his mouth and wanted to ask if the call just now was really to Fu Lao, but his legs trembled subconsciously and he took a few steps back.
Such a conditioned reflex made the middle-aged man a little embarrassed. He calmed down, sneered and said to Ye Banlan: "Miss Ye, be patient when you should. If you still want to be in the calligraphy world, If you continue to stay, you should abide by the rules of the association!”
Mr. Fu Lao has been away from the world for many years. Even the president of the Calligraphy Association does not have his mobile phone number. Can this young man get in touch?
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“Rules?” Ye Banlan stood on the steps, lowering his eyes slightly, “I only like to make rules. If you want me to abide by your rules, then show your strength. If not, get out. ”
Either, if you are better than her, then let her recognize it.
Otherwise, she would just break the rules and restructure.
"You, you..." The middle-aged man's face was distorted with anger, "You are stubborn and unreasonable!"
Lin Huaijin picked up the broom again: "Get out!"
中The young man took several others and left in despair.
"These shameless things." Lin Huaijin was still angry, "How dare you come to us to ask for A Lan's work. The game has not passed for two hours, but you have forgotten how to treat A Lan on the field. It’s Lan’s fault!”
After scolding, he turned around and said, “Alan, if you have the ability, you might as well get rid of all the bullies like the Calligraphy Association, otherwise the calligraphy world will be controlled by them in the future. Chaos.”
Lin Huaijin now has extremely high confidence in Ye Turning the Tide. He believes that his niece is omnipotent and can accomplish anything.
"Uncle, this is a matter of the Calligraphy Association, and it naturally needs to be resolved internally." Ye Banlan nodded, "Of course, I can use external forces to break it, but this is Plan B, and it will only happen if Plan A fails. After that, it can be opened."
"That's true." Lin Huaijin sighed, "I don't know, not only the calligraphy circle, but also other circles..."
Ye Banlan said lightly: "So, I will still use external force at critical moments."
"Okay, A Lan, you go and rest." Lin Huaijin said, "I will go on to cook, and your aunt will also I’ll be back soon. I’ll call Nie Yu soon. Let’s have a good meal.”
After washing his hands, he went into the kitchen and picked up the spatula again.
But Ye Turnan did not rest, but began to select medicinal materials in the garden.
These medicinal materials were delivered by Zhu Yu last night, and they are very fresh.
Yan Tingfeng squatted down beside her: "Xiao Wan is preparing medicine for Fu Lao?"
"Yes." Ye Banlan said, "Fu Lao's body is very good, but When a person is old, he will always have some minor illnesses. I will give him physical therapy, otherwise there will always be people thinking about the old man’s legacy.”
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At this moment, Calligraphy Association.
Mr. Fu Lao slammed the teacup on the table, and the tea flowed all over the floor, alarming the people who were accompanying him.
"Fu, Fu Lao?" The director was frightened, "You...what are you?" Mr. Fu Lao has always had a good temper, even if someone accused him of poor writing in front of him, he Nor will he be angry.
But they just watched Mr. Fu Lao get angry after answering a phone call.
What happened?
“Go and call your president, vice-president, and the judges responsible for judging today’s awards...all over to me!” Mr. Fu Lao became completely angry for the first time, “Now, immediately!”
Hearing this, the director's heart skipped a beat: "Fu Lao, are you dissatisfied with today's award?"
But they have already awarded the award to Miss Fu Qiao. ah!
"Dissatisfied?" Mr. Fu Lao actually sneered, "Call everyone here! Don't let me say it a third time!"
Five minutes later, except for the president of the Calligraphy Association, all relevant personnel All here.
They looked at each other, not knowing what happened.
"Okay, that's great." Mr. Fu Lao breathed a few times before speaking slowly, "I haven't been in the Calligraphy Association for many years, so I didn't know that the current awards are not based on strength, but on background. Well, the award will be given to whoever has the background, that’s great! ”
The vice president looked horrified for a moment.
Fu Lao is so angry this time, is he seeking justice to turn the tide at night? !
"What do you think? Huh?" Mr. Fu Lao scolded angrily, "This is a calligraphy competition, not a house game. Is this how you treat it?!"
Everyone I didn't even dare to breathe.
“I don’t know when I need you to award the first place to Qiaoqiao to please me.” Mr. Fu closed his eyes, “It seems that in your eyes, I am also a greedy person. People who seek fame and fortune.”
"Fu Lao!" the vice-president became anxious, "Fu Lao, we have absolutely no intention of doing this!"
If these words get out, the entire calligraphy association will suffer.
It is no exaggeration to say that the influence of Mr. Fu Lao on calligraphy is greater than that of the entire calligraphy association.
“You don’t mean this at all?” Mr. Fu Lao suddenly opened his eyes, “The awards cannot be fair and impartial, and you dare to threaten Xiaoyou Ye. I don’t think you need to continue to stay in the Calligraphy Association!”
The vice-president opened his mouth wide and looked pale, but he couldn't say a word.
The judges who were in the arena before were all slumped in their chairs, their lips trembling.
They actually did bad things with good intentions!
I originally thought that awarding the award to Fu Qiao would win the favor of Mr. Fu Lao, but I did not expect that Ye Banlan and Mr. Fu Lao would have such a deep friendship.
"Where is Yong Dongyue? Why don't you let him come to see me?" Mr. Fu Lao asked coldly.
"Hui, the president has something urgent to do and is out." The vice president was sweating profusely. "He is already on his way back. Go take a look."
The last four words were spoken to the director.
The director immediately left the conference room and hurriedly went to find the president of the Calligraphy Association.
To his relief, he met Yong Dongyue just outside the door.
"President, Fu Lao is looking for you." The director did not dare to look up at him, but muttered, "You should go there quickly. If you go late, Fu Lao will be angry too."
"What are you talking about? How can you be angry when Fu Lao is so kind and kind?" Yong Dongyue gave the director a cold look and said, "You are just saying bad things about Fu Lao behind his back."
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He straightened his suit tie, smiled, and then walked towards the conference room.
The director couldn't even cry.
In order not to give Ye Banlan fair treatment today, Mr. Fu Lao removed all their positions.
President Yong Dongyue may have reached his end.
Good morning~~