Chapter 547: Exhaust! The president has done his best [1 update]


    Yan Tingfeng said concisely, but how could Mr. Fu not make up for the entire process of the matter?


    Although he had long since retired from the Calligraphy Association and others would not disturb him at will, his influence is recognized as the best in the calligraphy world.


    This is also why the presidents and senior executives of the Calligraphy Association have to give Fu Qiao the champion of this Youth Finals even if they risk cheating in public.


    The reason is indeed just because Fu Qiao is the granddaughter of Mr. Fu Lao and is deeply loved by Mr. Fu Lao.


    But they all forgot that Fu Qiao was adopted by Mr. Fu. He cherishes talents the most in daily life and will never allow such unfair things to happen.


    Mr. Fu was so angry that his hands were trembling, but his good cultivation could make him speak smoothly and his words clear: "Mr. Yan, please wait. After I handle the affairs of the association, I will come to you. Thank you for telling me about this."


    "After helping the elderly, 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 wrote the third move.


    -Learn to complain in a tactful way, 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 at these people from the Calligraphy Association at the door of the Lin family indifferently: "Don''t you get out?"


    The three words are plain and light, and there is no fluctuation in the tone, but it is extremely forced.


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


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


    Mr. Fu has been away from the world for many years, and even the president of the Calligraphy Association does not have his mobile phone number. Can this young man be contacted?


    What kind of play are you acting here?


    "Rules?" Ye Wanlan stood on the steps and lowered his eyes slightly, "I only like to make rules. If I want me to abide by your rules, then show my strength. If not, just get out."


    Either, be better than her, or let her recognize it.


    Otherwise, she will only break the rules and reconstruct.


    "You, you..." The middle-aged man''s face was so angry that his face was distorted, "It''s stubborn and unreasonable!"


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


    The middle-aged man left in disgrace with a few others.


    "These shameless things." Lin Huaijin was still angry, "I dared to find us here to ask for A Lan''s works. Before the game had passed, I forgot how I treated A Lan on the court!"


    After cursing, he turned around and said, "Alan, if you have the ability, you might as well clear out all the things that bully the weak in the Calligraphy Association, otherwise they will be in trouble in the future."


    Now Lin Huaijin has a very high confidence in Ye Wanlan. He believes that his niece can do anything and can do anything.


    "Uncle, this is the matter of the Calligraphy Association, so they naturally need to solve it internally." Ye Wanlan nodded, "Of course, I can use external forces to break through, but this is Plan B. It can only be activated after the implementation of Plan A fails."


    "That''s true." Lin Huaijin sighed, "I don''t know that it''s not just the calligraphy circle, but other circles... are also like this."


    Ye Wanlan said lightly: "So, I will still use external forces at critical moments."


    "Okay, Alan, you go and have a rest." Lin Huaijin said, "I''ll go cook and your aunt is coming back soon. I''ll call Ruyu in a while and everyone can have a good meal."


    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 materials in the garden.


    These medicinal herbs were sent by Zhu Yu last night, very fresh.


    Yan Tingfeng half-squatted beside her: "Is Xiao Wan giving medicine to the elderly?"


    "Yeah." Ye Wanlan said, "He is very good at helping the elderly, but when people get old, they always have some minor illnesses. I will give him some physical therapy, otherwise there will always be someone who cares about the elderly''s legacy."


    **


    At this moment, Calligraphy Association.


    Mr. Fu pressed the teacup on the table with a "splash", and the tea flowed all over the floor, alarming the people who were accompanying him.


    "Help, help the elderly?" The director was frightened, "You...you are you?" Mr. Fu has always had a good temper. Even if someone accused him of writing poorly in front of him, he would not be angry.


    But they just watched Mr. Fu answer a call and were furious.


    What exactly happened?


    "Go and call all your president, vice president, and judges who are responsible for awards today... over here!" Mr. Fu was completely angry for the first time, "Now right now!"


    As soon as he heard this, the director felt a thrill in his heart: "Health, is the award today so unhappy about you?"


    But they have awarded the award to Miss Fu Qiao!


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


    Five minutes later, except for the president of the Calligraphy Association, all relevant personnel were here.


    They looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.


    "Okay, it''s so great." Mr. Fu took a few breaths before speaking slowly, "I haven''t been in the Calligraphy Association for many years. I don''t know that the awards are now judged not by strength, but by background. Whoever has a background will award the award to whom. It''s so great!"


    “!!”


    The vice president''s expression was shocked in an instant.


    The old man was so angry this time that he actually came to seek justice for Ye Wanlan? !


    "What do you think? Huh?" Mr. Fu angrily scolded, "This is a calligraphy competition, not a playful thing. This is how you treat it?!"


    Everyone was so angry that they didn''t dare to breathe.


    "I don''t know when I 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 elderly!" The vice president was anxious, "Help the elderly, we have no intention of doing so!"


    If these words are spread, the entire calligraphy association will suffer.


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


    "There is no such intention?" Mr. Fu suddenly opened his eyes, "The award evaluation cannot be fair and just, and he dares to threaten Xiaoyou Ye. I don''t think you have to stay in the Calligraphy Association!"


    The vice president opened his mouth wide and his face was pale, but he couldn''t say a word.


    The judges who were on the court before were also slumped in the chairs, their lips trembling.


    They actually did bad things with kindness!


    I originally thought that awarding the award to Fu Qiao would be favored by Mr. Fu Lao, but I didn’t expect that Ye Wanlan and Mr. Fu Lao were so deeply in love.


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


    "The president has something urgent to do." The vice president was sweating profusely, "I''m already on the way back, go and have a look."


    The last four words were said to the director.


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


    What made him feel relieved was that just outside the door, he met Yong Dongyue.


    "President, Fu Lao is looking for you." The director didn''t dare to look up at him at all, but just said stutteringly, "You go there quickly. If you go too late, Fu Lao Lao will be angry."


    "What are you saying? How could you get angry if you are so kind and kind?" Yong Dongyue glanced at the director coldly, "You are talking bad things about helping you behind your back."


    He tidied up his suit tie, smiled, and then walked towards the conference room.


    But the director couldn''t even cry.


    In order not to give Ye Wanlan the fair treatment today, Mr. Fu took all their positions.


    The president of Yong Dongyue is probably done to the end.


    Good morning~~


    ??(This chapter ends)