Peerless prodigal system

It was not until evening that Zhao Zhengshu called Wu Liang again.

At this time, Wu Liang hadn't woken up yet.

He slept soundly on Yu Sirou's arm.

This time, even the ringtone of the mobile 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, "Impossible, it's been a whole day, and I shouldn't have slept for so long!"

Colleagues from several other Calligraphy Associations nearby were also surprised.

Even, some people are already dissatisfied.

"Is this master playing tricks on us? He left us here for a day!"

"Yes! Anyway, we are also famous calligraphers in Huadu, so we can't be played like monkeys by him!"

"I even wondered if I was delusional. My words cost 1 yuan per square foot, and I would wait for an unknown folk. I must be crazy!"

"President Song, what do you think? Should we continue to wait?"

As the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, Song Qingyun is also the one with the highest status among all the colleagues present, so everyone wants to hear his opinion and give an opinion.

"Since you've been waiting for a day, just keep going. If you give up halfway, it's not worth it. I guess Master has other urgent matters to attend to. There are Chengmen Lixue and Sangu Thatched Cottage. We are sitting in the office and waiting. Conditions are already good. "

Although some people felt regretful, after what Song Qingyun said, everyone re-established their inner thoughts.

Anyway, I've been waiting all day, and it's not too late.

At the same time, another meeting room of the Huadu Calligraphy Association saw 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 Academy.

The other is Pei Nanming's self-styled and conservative academicism, mainly against Song Qingyun's blind worship of a folk personage.

Pei Nanming sat and chatted with several calligraphers.

"Everyone, Song Qingyun has gone mad. First, he searched through the trash can, and now he wants to organize members of the Calligraphy Association to visit that folk person. It's really embarrassing for our Huadu Calligraphy Association!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyun's eldest disciple Wang Zihua echoed: "President Pei's words are very true, a little-known folk person in the district, how can He De deserve to be treated favorably! I also think that President Song is insane. It's very sick!"

"To be honest, my apprentice Wang Zihua is a master of calligraphy and a young man with high talent. I don't think my apprentice Zihua's handwriting is worse than that of Song Qingyun. If there is a place for Zihua among the three outstanding scholars of the Calligraphy Association in the future, if Song Qingyun invites the so-called folk master, and I will send Zihua directly to challenge, and I will surely overthrow the so-called folk master!"

Pei Nanming seized this opportunity and raised his beloved apprentice.

Song Qingyun's lover is already one of the three outstanding figures of the Shu Association. As the regular president, Pei Nanming feels unwilling. Moreover, he believes that his lover Wang Zihua's strength is already comparable to Song Qingyun's, but he lacks qualifications.

And this time, it is a very good opportunity.

If Wang Zihua can succeed in the challenge, 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 Master means.

Wang Zihua has vivid eyelids and knows how to read words and expressions.

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other and understood.

"President Pei, is this really okay? Can I really do it?" Wang Zihua said deliberately.

"You are the most satisfying of all my apprentices, and you are also the one with the highest talent. I think your running script is really no worse than Song Qingyun, and you are still young, and you will have more opportunities in the future. It is only a matter of time before you surpass Song Qingyun. Do you think I'm right?"

As the president of the Calligraphy Association, Pei Nanming's words are naturally majestic, even if someone wants to object, he dare not object.

The other members of the Calligraphy Association quickly echoed, flattering and flattering, anyway, it's enough to shoot wildly.

"President Pei is right. Zihua is extremely talented. He is only in his 40s, and his future is boundless!"

"Yes, President Pei, Zihua's talent is really high, I dare not say anything else, but I feel very relaxed to challenge those folk people."

"The level of Zihua's running script is already comparable to President Song's. All he needs is experience. If he challenges the folks, he will definitely have a great chance of winning."

What Pei Nanming and Wang Zihua want is the approval of other colleagues.

In a blink of an eye, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

For the first time ever, Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others stayed in the Calligraphy Association!
During this period, both Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu called Wu Liang, but Wu Liang didn't answer.

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 ten years!
Usually the Calligraphy Association is not busy, and they get off work normally from [-] to [-]. It is almost impossible to stay in the association to work overtime at night.

What's more, Song Qingyun holds a high position in the Calligraphy Association, and it is even more impossible to stay and work overtime at night.

It is precisely because of this that Song Qingyun attaches great importance to Wu Liang.

At this time, Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu and others also felt that there was nothing to do.

"Everyone, I'll call one last time. If no one picks up, let's adjourn the meeting." Zhao Zhengshu said to everyone.

Immediately, the mobile phone number was dialed again, which was No. 30 times.

And this time, Wu Liang finally got through the phone.

"Who?"

At this moment, Wu Liang just woke 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 still spoke politely. Although his patience was about to be worn out, but this time he finally answered the call, so all previous efforts should not be wasted.

Wu Liang hugged Sirou into his arms, yawned, and responded: "I overslept, it's already eight o'clock, I just want to go out for dinner."

"Ah? So... So, Master, are you still free?" Zhao Zhengshu asked with a serious face.

Hearing this, Song Qingyun and others also frowned.

After waiting for so long, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and there was still no time, did you intend to play tricks? !

Many calligraphers in the Calligraphy Association are extremely dissatisfied.

Even Zhao Zhengshu was about to collapse.

However, Wu Liang said next, "If you haven't eaten, you can go together, and I'll make a reservation."

Wu Liang is a person who always divides things very clearly.

Yes is yes, no is no, never right things and wrong people.

If someone interrupted his rest, he must be 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, and cut the mess quickly to make it easier.

When Wu Liang said that he would invite everyone to dinner together, both Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu were calligraphers, and they were very surprised.

Why did it suddenly flip over?