The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: 068 Ren Qian suspended, VIP member!_4

Translator: 549690339

Jian Zhe submitted the list and flew back to Beicheng the next day.

After taking a train transfer, he arrived in Xiangcheng dusty and disheveled on Monday afternoon.

No one from the Jian Family came to pick him up.

He wasn’t surprised at all, as he never considered himself to be the chosen one by fate.

Jian Zhe arrived alone at the Calligraphy Association venue, where Qiu Xuezheng was sweeping the floor outside.

Seeing him, Qiu Xuezheng looked up and smiled, “Jian Zhe, right? Come in first, we have a members’ meeting at six o’clock.”

Bai Lian quietly set up a Calligraphy Association without any opening ceremony or press conference.

She personally invited local calligraphers who hadn’t taken any exams to join.

She wrote the signboard “Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association” with her own hand.

Beforehand, Jian Zhe had heard from Qiu Boqing that the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was desolate and run-down, but upon arrival, he found that while the items here were old, they were very quaint.

He held up a teacup and took a sip.

“Where did this tea come from?” Jian Zhe looked up at Qiu Xuezheng, feeling quite strange.

This tea…

Why does it taste so much like Old Patches tea…

Why do I know it so well?

Because his grandfather sent a tea cake to Jian Rong when she was shortlisted for the Lan Ting Award, and she had boasted about it for a year, even letting Jian Zhe try it, and he remembered it distinctly.

He even felt that the color of this tea was much better than the one Jian Rong had.

“Here,” Qiu Xuezheng pointed to a big jar behind him, “Brought by Student Bai. Do you like it? Take some back with you later. We have limited funds here, only these things…” _{freёwebnovel.com}

He sighed.

Jian Zhe stared dumbfoundedly at the large jar placed behind him, and then glanced down at the tea in his hands.

“?”

That time, Jian Rong had boasted about that tea cake for a long time.

With so much of it… could it really be Old Patches tea?

It was almost six o’clock.

Bai Lian arrived with Jiang He.

Jian Zhe:

Jiang Fulai casually pulled out the chair next to Bai Lian and sat down nonchalantly, greeting everyone at the octagonal table, “Just carry on, I’m just here to listen.”

He acted as if he was just casually listening.

But facing him, how could Qiu Xuezheng be casual?

“It’s like this, we have a total of seven… eight initial members,” Qiu Xuezheng read from the notebook one by one, and when he got to the end, he hesitated as he looked towards Jiang Fulai, “May I ask…”

“Jiang Fulai, the Fulai from Turkic language.” Jiang Fulai lightly tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, leaning back lazily in his chair as he announced his full name.

Qiu Xuezheng nodded, added the name, and asked, “Is this your first time joining a Calligraphy Association, or a second time?”

“Second time joining.”

Qiu Xuezheng looked surprised again, as he had thought Jiang Fulai, like Bai Lian, was joining for the first time.

After all, Jiang Fulai had an aura of elite about him, more like someone in finance or politics, and didn’t quite fit the artistic image.

“Second time joining,” he took a sip of tea to ease himself before continuing to write on the paper, “Which Calligraphy Association were you previously in, and do you have a rank?”

“Traditional Calligraphers Association, ranked…,” Jiang Fulai started lazily, then thought for a moment, “Special grade member, I guess.”

Qiu Xuezheng, about to take note of Jiang Fulai’s information, paused with his pen in shock and looked up!