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Chapter 547: Venting! This President Has Also Ended His Job [1 Update]

Yan Tingfeng spoke succinctly and to the point, but how could it be possible that Fu Laoshen could not fill in the whole story?

Although he had retired from the Calligraphy Association a long time ago and others would not disturb him in his library, his influence in the calligraphy world is recognized as the number one.

This is also why the president and senior executives of the Calligraphy Association were determined to give the championship of this year's youth finals to Fu Qiao even at the risk of cheating in public.

The reason is indeed simply because Fu Qiao is Mr. Fu's granddaughter and is deeply loved by Mr. Fu.

But they all forgot that Fu Qiao was adopted by Mr. Fu, who valued talent the most and would never allow such unfair things to happen.

Mr. Fu was so angry that his hands were shaking, but his good upbringing allowed him to speak in a steady tone and clearly: "Friend Yan, please wait a moment. I will come to find you after I finish dealing with the affairs of the association. Thank you for telling me about this matter."

"I'll send someone to pick you up after I finish helping the old man." Yan Tingfeng smiled, "Xiao Wan and I have prepared the best tea for you and are waiting for your arrival."

Xie Linyuan silently memorized the third move.

——You must learn to complain in a tactful way so as to achieve the greatest effect.

Sure enough, after Hua Yingyue's reminder, he learned a lot of new things from this kid today.

Yan Tingfeng hung up the call and looked coldly at the people from the Calligraphy Association at the gate of the Lin family: "Why don't you get out?"

The three words were so plain, without even any ups and downs in the tone, yet they were extremely compelling.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and wanted to ask whether the call just now was really made to Fu Lao, but his legs trembled subconsciously and he took a few steps back.

This conditioned reflex made the middle-aged man feel a little embarrassed. He calmed himself down, sneered and said to Ye Wanlan: "Miss Ye, you should be patient when you should. If you still want to stay in the calligraphy world, you should abide by the rules of the association!"

Mr. Fu has been in seclusion for many years, and even the president of the Calligraphy Association does not have his mobile phone number. How can this young man contact him?
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"Rules?" Ye Wanlan 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."

Or, be better than her, then get her recognition.

Otherwise, she would just break the rules and restructure.

“You, you…” The middle-aged man was so angry that his face was distorted, “You are so stubborn and unreasonable!”

Lin Huaijin picked up the broom again: "Get out!"

The middle-aged man left dejectedly with several other people.

“These shameless people.” Lin Huaijin was still furious. “They even dared to come to us and ask for A-Lan’s work. The competition hasn’t even been over for two hours, and they’ve already forgotten how they treated A-Lan on the field!”

After cursing, he turned around and said, "Alan, if you have the ability, why not get rid of these bullies in the Calligraphy Association? Otherwise, the calligraphy world will be in chaos if they control it in the future."

Lin Huaijin now has extremely high confidence in Ye Wanlan. He believes that his niece is omnipotent and can do anything.

"Uncle, this is a matter for the Calligraphy Association, so they naturally need to resolve it internally." Ye Wanlan nodded, "Of course, I can use external force to break through, but this is Plan B, and it can only be started after Plan A fails."

“That’s true.” Lin Huaijin sighed, “I know this too. It’s not just the calligraphy circle, other circles… they all have this kind of ecology.”

Ye Wanlan said calmly: "So, at the critical moment, I will still use external force."

"Okay, A'lan, go and have a rest." Lin Huaijin said, "I'll go cook. Your aunt will be back soon. I'll call Wu Yu later and we'll have a good meal together."

After washing his hands, he went into the kitchen and picked up the spatula again.

But Ye Wanlan did not rest, but began to select medicinal herbs in the garden.

These medicinal herbs were delivered by Zhu Yu last night and are very fresh.

Yan Tingfeng half-knelt down beside her: "Xiao Wan is preparing medicine for Fu Lao?"

"Yes." Ye Wanlan said, "Fu Lao is in good health, but as people get older, they always have some minor illnesses. I will treat his body for him, otherwise there will always be people who want his inheritance."

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At this moment, Calligraphy Association.

Mr. Fu slammed the teacup on the table, causing the tea to spill all over the floor, alarming the people accompanying him.

"Fu, Fu Lao?" The director was terrified, "You...what are you doing?" Mr. Fu Lao always had a good temper. Even if someone criticized him for his poor writing in front of him, he would not get angry.

But they saw that after Mr. Fu answered a phone call, he became furious.

What exactly happened?
"Go and call your president, vice president, and the judges who are in charge of judging the awards today... all of them!" Mr. Fu got completely angry for the first time, "Right now!"

Upon hearing this, the director's heart skipped a beat: "Fu Lao, are you dissatisfied with today's award?"

But they have already given the award to Miss Fu Qiao!

"Dissatisfied?" Mr. Fu sneered, "Call everyone here! Don't make me say it for the third time!"

Five minutes later, all relevant personnel except the president of the Calligraphy Association arrived.

They looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

"Great, that's great." Mr. Fu took a few breaths before speaking slowly, "I haven't been in the Calligraphy Association for many years, but I didn't know that the current award judging is not based on ability, but on background. Whoever has a good background will get the award. It's really great!"

"!!!"

The vice president looked shocked for a moment.

Fu Lao was so angry this time, actually he came to seek justice for Ye Wanlan? !
"What are you thinking? Huh?" Mr. Fu shouted angrily, "This is a calligraphy competition, not some kind of plaything. Is this how you treat it?!"

No one dared to breathe.

"I don't know when I will need you to give the first place to Qiao Qiao to please me." Mr. Fu closed his eyes, "It seems that in your eyes, I am also a person who is greedy for fame and fortune."

"Help the old man!" The vice president was anxious, "Help the old man, we have no intention of doing that!"

If these words get out, the entire calligraphy association will be in trouble.

It is no exaggeration to say that the calligraphy influence brought by Mr. Fu alone is stronger than that of the entire calligraphy association.

"That's not my intention?" Mr. Fu suddenly opened his eyes. "You can't judge the award fairly and impartially, and you dare to threaten Mr. Ye. I think you don't need to stay in the Calligraphy Association any longer!"

The vice president opened his mouth, his face pale, but he couldn't utter a word.

The judges who were present at the competition earlier also slumped in their chairs, their lips trembling.

They actually did something bad with good intentions!

I originally thought that by giving the award to Fu Qiao, I would gain the favor of Mr. Fu, but I didn't expect that Ye Wanlan and Mr. Fu had such a deep friendship.

"Where is Yong Dongyue? Why don't you let him come to see me?" Mr. Fu asked coldly.

"The president has to go out for something urgent." The vice president was sweating profusely. "He's on his way back. Go check it out."

The last four words were addressed to the director.

The director immediately left the meeting room and hurried to find the president of the Calligraphy Association.

To his relief, he ran into Yong Dongyue just outside the door.

"President, Mr. Fu is looking for you." The director did not dare to look up at him, but just stammered, "You should go over quickly. If you go too late, Mr. Fu will be angry."

"What are you talking about? Fu Lao is so kind and compassionate, how could you be angry?" Yong Dongyue glanced at the director coldly, "You just say bad things about Fu Lao behind his back."

He adjusted his suit tie, smiled, and then walked towards the meeting room.

The director couldn't even cry.

Because of not treating Ye Wanlan fairly today, Mr. Fu dismissed all their positions.

I'm afraid Yong Dongyue's tenure as president has come to an end.

Good morning~~