It wasn't until the evening that Zhao Zhengshu called Wu Liang again.
At this time, Wu Liang had not woken up.
He rested on Yu Sirou's arm and slept soundly.
This time, even the ringing of his cell phone failed to wake him up.
"Why didn't the master answer?
Haven't you woken up yet?
” Zhao Zhengshu frowned, looking puzzled.
Song Qingyun shook his head and said, "It's impossible, it's been a whole day, you shouldn't have slept for so long!"
” Several other colleagues from the calligraphy association next to him were also surprised.
Even, some people are already starting to be dissatisfied.
"Is this master trying to trick us?
Hang us here for a day!
” "Yes!
Anyway, we are also famous calligraphers in Huadu, and we can't be played by him as a monkey!
” "I wonder if I'm stunned, my words are 10,000 yuan a square foot, and I will wait for a non-chariot person who doesn't know the situation, I'm crazy!"
"What do you think, President Song?
Are we going to wait?
” Song Qingyun, as the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, is also the person with the highest status among all the colleagues present, so everyone wants to hear his opinion and give an opinion.
"Since I've been waiting for a day, I'll hold on a little longer, if I give up halfway, it's the least worth it, I guess the master has other urgent things to do, Gu Youcheng Men Lixue, three visits to the thatched house, we sit in the office and wait for the conditions are already very good."
Although some people have already regretted it, after Song Qingyun said this, everyone has reaffirmed their inner thoughts.
Anyway, I've been waiting all day, and it's not too late for a while.
At the same time, in another meeting room of the Huadu Calligraphy Association, it was a different scene.
Due to differences of opinion, the calligraphy association was temporarily divided into two factions.
A "trash can front alliance" formed by Song Qingyun, also known as the radical academic school.
The other is Pei Nanming's self-styled and old-fashioned academic school, mainly against Song Qingyun's blind worship of a folk person.
Pei Nanming sat with a few calligraphy colleagues and chatted.
"Everyone, Song Qingyun has gone crazy, first rummaging through the trash cans, and now he is going to organize the members of the Calligraphy Association to go to the people to visit, which is really a shame on our Huadu Calligraphy Association!"
As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyun's eldest disciple Wang Zihua echoed and said: "What President Pei said is extremely true, how can a little-known folk person be worthy of treatment!"
I also think that President Song is crazy and sick!
"To tell the truth, my apprentice Wang Zihua, a must in writing, young people are highly talented, I think my apprentice Hua's words are not worse than that of Song Qingyun, if you want to say that the three heroes of the calligraphy association will definitely have a place for Zihua in the future, if Song Qingyun invites the so-called folk master, I will directly send Zihua to pick."
The war is bound to overturn the so-called folk masters!
” Pei Nanming seized this opportunity and raised his beloved disciple.
Song Qingyun's beloved apprentice is already the third master of the Calligraphy Association, and he Pei Nanming, as the president, is unwilling, and he believes that the strength of his beloved apprentice Wang Zihua is already on par with Song Qingyun, but he lacks qualifications.
And this time, it was a good opportunity.
If Wang Zihua can succeed in the challenge, then he will definitely be able to build momentum, and the momentum will directly overwhelm Zhao Zhengshu and even Song Qingyun!
Pei Nanming doesn't need to mention Wang Zihua, Wang Zihua also understands what the master means.
Wang Zihua's eyelids are lively and he knows how to read words and colors.
The master and apprentice glanced at each other and understood.
"President Pei, is this really good?
Can I really?
Wang Zihua said this deliberately.
"You are the most satisfied of all my apprentices, and the one with the highest talent, I think your calligraphy is really not worse than Song Qingyun, and you are still young, there will be more opportunities in the future, it is only a matter of time before you surpass Song Qingyun, do you think, am I right?"
As the president of the Calligraphy Association, Pei Nanming's words are naturally full of majesty, even if some people want to oppose it, they dare not oppose it.
The other members of the book association hurriedly echoed the voice, slapping the horse and flattering, anyway, it was just a wild beat.
"President Pei is right, Zihua is extremely talented, he is only in his forties, and his future will be limitless!"
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"Yes, President Pei, Zihua's talent is indeed high, I don't dare to say anything else, but I feel very easy to challenge those private people."
"The level of Zihua's writing can already be compared to President Song, all that is needed is experience, if you challenge the people, you will definitely have a great chance of winning."
Pei Nanming and Wang Zihua want the recognition of other peers.
In the blink of an eye, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others stayed in the Calligraphy Association for the first time this time!
During this period, Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu both called Wu Liang, but Wu Liang did not connect.
Song Qingyun has been in the association for more than ten years and has not stayed in the association at night.
This is the first time in 10 years!
Usually, the calligraphy association is not busy, and they all leave work from 9 to 5, and it is almost impossible to stay in the association at night to work overtime.
What's more, Song Qingyun is in a high position in the Calligraphy Association, and it is impossible for him to stay overtime at night.
It is precisely because of this that Song Qingyun's attention to Wu Liang can be reflected.
At this time, Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others also felt that there was no play.
"Guys, I'll fight one last time, and if no one picks up yet, let's break up."
Zhao Zhengshu said to everyone.
Immediately, the mobile phone number was dialed again, and this was the thirtieth time.
And this time, Wu Liang finally got on the phone.
"Who?"
At this moment, Wu Liang had just woken up.
"Master, it's me, the person who called you during the day, my name is Zhao Zhengshu, a member of the Calligraphy Association, is it convenient for you now?
Can we visit you?
” Zhao Zhengshu is still polite, although his patience is about to be worn out, but this time he finally answered, and he can't give up all his efforts.
Wu Liangyu hugged Sirou into his arms, yawned, and responded: "I overslept, it's already eight o'clock, and I'm just going out to eat." ” "Huh?
This......
So, master, are you still not available?
Zhao Zhengshu asked with a solemn face.
Hearing this, Song Qingyun and the others also frowned.
I've been waiting for so long, it's more than eight o'clock in the evening, and I'm still not available, so I'm trying to play tricks, right?!
Many calligraphers in the Calligraphy Association were extremely dissatisfied.
Even Zhao Zhengshu is about to collapse.
However, then Wu Liang said: "If you don't have dinner, you can go together, and I'll charter the venue." ” Wu Liang has always divided things very clearly.
Yes, no, no, never right, not right.
Someone disturbed his rest, and he must have been in a bad mood.
But now that he has woken up, his mood is naturally much better.
In addition, he felt that being chased by these calligraphers was really annoying, so he wanted to solve the matter as soon as possible.
When Wu Liang said that he wanted to invite everyone to dinner together, Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu were both calligraphers, and they were very surprised.
Why did it suddenly flip around?