Seeing Zhao Yongsheng feeling so guilty and self-blame, Zhong Yue was embarrassed to hide it anymore and said, "Old Zhao, you really don't have to do this. To be honest, even if you don't have this kind of support from you, I will not write after the "Yellow Wine Post".

"Ah? Why?" Zhao Yongsheng was a little puzzled when he heard Zhong Yue say this. He thought that he had caused such an ending and ruined a good calligraphy seedling. Then he came to take the thorns and apologize. When he heard Zhong Yue's words, he was a little surprised, "You don't have to comfort me."

Zhong Yue said: "The calligraphy is difficult and dangerous. As you said, it is good to achieve great things late. With the "Yellow Wine Post" in front of me, it will be even more difficult if I want to make excellence. Now I have a little reputation. If I am obsessed with writing and writing inscriptions for others, I may become a common person. Although I am self-aware, I am worried that it is difficult to refuse sometimes, so I can be more cruel to myself. This is why I do this and has nothing to do with you.

On the contrary, you are willing to lose your reputation for yourself, so I will take this opportunity to attach Professor Liu Tong’s ideas to the opportunity, which is also a way to go. Therefore, if the calligraphy atmosphere in East China will change in the future, it will all rely on your support today by Mr. Zhao.”

Zhong Yue stood up and bowed to Zhao Yongsheng. No matter what purpose Zhao Yongsheng was for, he could pave the way for him without hesitation. Such a senior is worthy of his worship.

People around him couldn't stand Zhong Yue's appearance of standing up and bowing.

"Waiter, can your cafe allow rehearsal of opera and disturb other customers?"

The little girl holding the coffee pursed her lips, "Sorry, I'll deal with it."

The little sister wiped her tears away, and when she thought of seeing the fierce old man again, she looked aggrieved. Seeing the boy who had just rescued her, she was willing to give up the old man, this...

She walked over tremblingly, brought the coffee to Zhong Yue and Zhao Yongsheng, and put it down, "Please use it slowly, two of you."

"Yeah, thank you."

The little girl held the tray and said stammeringly: "Two, a customer just reported that you are rehearsing operas and disturbing them. Please give me a small...small sound..."

Zhao Yongsheng raised his eyebrows, "Who rehearsed the opera? What does it mean?" The old man had some gaps with this troublesome little girl before, and now he was sour and rehearsing the opera? What does it mean? I'm saying that I look artificial?

The little girl looked at Zhao Yongsheng with grievance, "No, it's other customers..."

"Okay, we understand." Zhong Yue quickly winked at the little girl, meaning that she should not explain.

Zhao Yongsheng looked at the girl's back and said a few words, "Why is this little girl so owing her mouth?"

"Old Zhao, if you invite me out, you just apologize to me, then you really can't afford it."

"No. I'm here this time, and there's another unhappy request."

"A reluctance?"

Zhao Yongsheng nodded and said, "Since you are interested in advocating the East China Calligraphy and Painting Alliance, you are the initiator, I sincerely invite you to hold a speech at Gome this time. As for how you can make this alliance, it depends on your ability, whether it is a fancy move or something really trick."

"Me? This is not suitable, after all, I am just a student myself."

"Don't belittle yourself. I heard from Lao Qian that when you are having dinner at the Printing Club, you can face the elders and laughter. Those old feudalists raise their glasses to greet you. Why, facing these peers, you can't control the situation?"

Zhong Yue said: "Can that be the same? That time it was at a dinner party, and this time you were talking about a speech."

"This is easy to deal with. You can go to Gome's cafeteria to talk."

Zhong Yue's mouth tilted, could he pull a little more?

Zhao Yongsheng lost his guilt. Seeing that what Zhong Yue was going to do coincided with the goal he wanted to achieve before, he was so happy that he started joking.

"Zhong Yue, this is different from the skill on paper. This alliance really needs to take the lead and needs many people to help you. What I can do for you is to provide such a platform. Otherwise, if you go to society to recruit people, think about it, how difficult is it?"

Zhong Yue said: "Okay, then I'll prepare it. If it's ready, I'll notify you."

"Okay. I hope you can let Gome students stand in the same trench as you."

"Yeah." Zhong Yue glanced at the vibrating cell phone, "Sorry, I'll answer a call."

Zhao Yongsheng stood up and said, "Okay, that's it first, I'll finish my business, let's go first."

"Okay, then you can go slowly." Zhong Yue looked at Zhao Yongsheng and the young waiter "swept" again, looking amused and crying. It was not that enemies were not meeting each other.

"Hello."

"It's me, Ma Feng."

"Is there anything wrong with Mr. Ma?"

"Where are you, there is a courier."

Zhong Yue was stunned, "Express, oh, I'm on the coffee on the road here on Gushan Road."

"Yeah." Ma Feng hung up the phone coldly. Under the printing club, Ma Feng threw the co-pilot on the passenger seat, looking unhappy, "I have a good taste! Let me be a courier, do it!"

...

Fifteen minutes later, Zhong Yue saw Ma Feng rushing into the cafe with a hurry.

"In the future, please stop sending the express delivery to the printing company. You are not from our printing company, so for convenience, we will refuse to sign the visa once again!"

"I'm really troubled Mr. Ma." Zhong Yue said embarrassedly. He was also puzzled. He didn't buy anything online, so who sent it?

Ma Feng snorted coldly and turned around and wanted to leave.

Zhong Yue stopped, "Mr. Ma, sit down and have a cup of coffee?"

Ma Feng said lightly: "There is still something for the seal club."

"Then I'd like to ask, where is Mr. Qiu Wenzhen from your club living?"

Ma Feng sneered: "Old Qiu has not seen foreign guests for ten years, and he has no contact with the seal club."

"He has a bad relationship with your club?"

"The letters of appointment are sent to his house. If it weren't for the last president Qi Gongli and his father's reputation, I guess this letter of appointment might not have been able to enter the enemy's door."

"Do you feel so unwelcome?"

Ma Feng twitched, "Qiu Lao regards fame and fortune as a cloud of fame and fortune, and has been obsessed with seal control for decades. The Zhejiang school has the first sword, and no one has come forward. This time, I took advantage of this grand event and wanted Qiu Lao Lao to come out to say a few words, but our people were directly bombarded by him. You don't know each other, and you don't have friendship, so I guess you won't be able to meet you."

"Do you have an address? How do you know if you don't try it?"

Seeing Zhong Yue’s unwillingness to give up, Ma Feng smiled and said, “I really think you have no taboos? OK.”

He took out a note from his inner bag of the suit, wrote down the address with a pen and placed it on the table.

"I've already reminded you."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you're turned away."
Chapter completed!