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Chapter 193 Bah! Scumbag!

Qiao Yicheng was busy like this every day, going out early and coming back late. Soon he accumulated a lot of New Year's goods in the space, which made Qiao Zuwang, who had always wanted to beat Qiao Yicheng to vent his anger, feel a little lost.

For Sanxiao, he didn't see anything new at home, and he didn't know what his elder brother Qiao Yicheng and his uncle Qi Zhiqiang were busy with during this period. Anyway, there were always delicious foods, which made Sanxiao very satisfied.

After a busy day, Qiao Yicheng rushed home with his four younger siblings. On the way, he met two old men who blocked his way.

"Hello, classmate Qiao Yicheng!"

"You are?"

"My name is Long Ziqiang, this is Liu Lin, and we are members of the Nanjing Calligraphy Association."

"Oh! It's Teacher Long and Teacher Liu. How disrespectful!"

"Haha, Yicheng classmate, this is what happened!

We've observed your Yan style calligraphy these past few days and it's quite good. I wonder who your teacher is?"

"Huh? I just practiced blindly on my own! I didn't have a master!"

"Oh?" Long Ziqiang and Liu Lin looked at each other in shock.

"Student Yicheng, Nanjing is going to hold a calligraphy exchange competition in a few days, and we would like to invite you to participate."

"Isn't my identity enough for this?"

"Haha, classmate Yicheng!
This calligraphy exchange competition is just a normal gathering of the literary and artistic community, without too many rules.”

"Also, I think you are very talented in calligraphy. You should go out and look at the calligraphy of other masters. It will be very helpful in broadening your horizons."

After hearing the persuasion of Long Ziqiang and Liu Lin, Qiao Yicheng suddenly thought about whether he could learn from the system. It would be great if he could really achieve success in calligraphy by learning from the system.

"Thank you both teachers for the invitation. I will go and participate in the exchange competition on that day!"

"Haha, okay! I'll send the invitation to your couplet booth tomorrow!"

"Thank you very much, teachers!"

After they separated, Qiao Erqiang looked at his eldest brother Qiao Yicheng with a puzzled look on his face, "Brother, is there any delicious food in that competition?"

Hearing this question from the "little foodie", Qiao Yicheng's happy mood suddenly stagnated, revealing a helpless expression. He thought about how many activities in later generations would be in the form of buffets.

"There should be!"

"Haha, that's great! I want to go with you too!"

"Erqiang, there are only some old men there!

It’s not fun at all. Even if there is food, you won’t be able to eat as much as you want!”

"Ah? What should I do? I really want to go!"

"Erqiang, let's do this!
If there is something delicious, I will bring it back to you, okay?"

"Huh? Okay! Thank you, big brother! You're so nice to Erqiang!"

"Brother, brother, is there anything for us?" Sanli and Simei saw Erqiang who was happy, and looked at their eldest brother Qiao Yicheng with some jealousy.

"Yes! All! As long as you behave yourself!

Big Brother will often bring you delicious food and beautiful clothes."

"Thank you, brother! You're the best!"

After coaxing the three little guys, they returned home soon. Sure enough, they saw Qiao Zuwang sulking there with a disfigured face and a distorted nose.

Qiao Yicheng was too lazy to pay attention to this "bad dad". He put Qiao Qiqi on the bed, asked Erqiang and Sanli to take good care of Qiao Qiqi, and went to cook.

Seeing that Qiao Yicheng ignored him, Qiao Zuwang was very angry, and the anger that had been pent up for many days burst out.

“Qiao Yicheng, you idiot!
Is there any other son like you in Nanjing?

You actually reported your own father!

Are you still not human? "

"Qiao Zuwang, let me ask you this: you snatched your own child's lunch. Are you a human being?"

"You" Qiao Zuwang also felt a little guilty.

“Even if I’m wrong!

I, Qiao Zuwang, am also your father, so you can’t report me! " Qiao Zuwang, feeling unreasonable, could only act like a rogue and use his "dad's power" as an excuse.

"Haha, Qiao Zuwang, can you wake up a little!
The five of us brothers and sisters call you Dad, and you are our father!

If you make me angry, take my brother and sister-in-law and leave here forever! Let you, Qiao Zuwang, be a real cool brother! "

“You dare!

Without my twenty dollars a month for living expenses, you will starve to death!"

"Qiao Zuwang, you are still so shameless!
Do you really think we value twenty dollars?

Without you, a "bad dad" dragging us down, our lives would be much better!"

"You idiot with the back of your head! Are you the dad or am I the dad?"

"Alright! I don't want to bother with you!

I'm going to cook for Erqiang and the others!
Also, if you want to eat at home in the future, please pay!

If someone steals food from you, I will go to your factory and make a scene!
At worst, we can all starve together!"

"What good will it do you if I lose my job?" Qiao Zuwang felt a little guilty.

"If you lose your job, I can just take my brother and sister-in-law out to beg for food. Maybe people will see that we are just kids and give us a little extra food!

But you, Qiao Zuwang, are different. Everyone in Nanjing knows how shameless you are!
To be honest, it's rare to find someone as famous as you in Nanjing!"

"Haha, as a son, I admire you! I admire you!"

After being verbally humiliated by Qiao Yicheng, Qiao Zuwang's face turned pale. Although Qiao Yicheng's words were unpleasant to hear, they were all true.

The factory where he worked was a welfare factory for the disabled. If he was really fired from the factory, he, Qiao Zuwang, would really have to live on the streets.

It was not until this moment that Qiao Zuwang began to fear his eldest son, Qiao Yicheng. Based on his observations of Qiao Yicheng during this period, he knew that Qiao Yicheng had completely changed since his mother's death. He seemed particularly gloomy, which made Qiao Zuwang very uncomfortable. Qiao Yicheng always did what he said, which was what Qiao Zuwang feared the most.

Feeling very embarrassed, Qiao Zuwang ran out and wandered alone on the street, but he would never reflect on his mistakes. He would only think that he had raised an ungrateful person.

Aunt Wu, a neighbor of the Qiao family, saw Qiao Zuwang going out so late and greeted him with a smile, saying, "Qiao Zuwang, why are you still going out so late?

Are you going to play mahjong again?"

Qiao Zuwang hated his neighbor Aunt Wu's big mouth the most. He looked at Aunt Wu with disdain, snorted coldly, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"Quack! You're everywhere!"

"Bah! Scumbag!" Seeing Qiao Zuwang's rude side, Aunt Wu angrily cursed Qiao Zuwang on his back.

The next day, when Qiao Yicheng was setting up his stall, Long Ziqiang really sent him an invitation letter, stating that the event would be held three days later.

"Hey, classmate Yicheng!

You must show your best skills in this calligraphy competition!"

"I understand! Teacher Long, I will definitely do my best!"

"Student Yicheng, don't take it lightly!

I heard that a big shot will be coming this time, he seems to be the vice president of the Jiangsu Calligraphy Association, and he also has a formal job in the government!

"Huh? That's amazing!"

In fact, Qiao Yicheng had no feelings towards this so-called vice president, but when he saw Long Ziqiang talking so exaggeratedly, he responded in a flattering manner.

"Student Yicheng, the main thing is that you don't have a calligraphy teacher yet!

If you are valued by this vice president, it would be a great honor for the family if he accepted you as his disciple!"

"Huh? Thank you, Teacher Long! I will try my best!

However, this kind of thing still depends on chance!"

"Haha, as long as you understand!
You have a great talent for calligraphy, I'm very optimistic about you!"

Looking at Teacher Long Ziqiang's back as he left, Qiao Yicheng was still quite grateful. No matter what his purpose was, he really had nothing to say to him.

"Yicheng, who is this old man?

"What a style!" Aunt Liu is also a worldly-wise person, so of course she can sense the unique aura of Long Ziqiang.

"Aunt Liu, this person is a teacher at the Nanjing Calligraphy Association and invited me to participate in their association's activities."

"Of course! One percent! You're even more promising!"

"Haha, maybe they think I'm young!
Inviting me to write a few words is also a gimmick!
It doesn’t necessarily mean they think my calligraphy is so great! "

After hearing Qiao Yicheng's explanation and guess, Aunt Liu suddenly paid attention to the child in front of her again. Such a clear cognition might be difficult for an adult to achieve.

(End of this chapter)