Suning was not bullied, not only because this calligraphy group was led by Seoul University, but also because everyone knew that Suning had the title of a son of a chaebol. Old calligraphers like them did not dare to offend Suning, so there was no such thing as a piecemeal mess.

thing.

The five people gathered together to chat with each other for a while, and everyone got to know each other. An old man in his fifties suddenly looked at Suning and said, "Classmate Chen, your calligraphy is really good, it seems to be Yan style calligraphy.

, I wonder who you are studying under?"

"Mr. Song, I studied in Hong Kong for a period of time, and then hired a calligraphy teacher. Later, I continued to study by myself after returning to Seoul." Suning explained with a smile.

"Haha, it seems that you, Mr. Chen, are a calligraphy genius."

"No! Teacher Song is so ridiculous. Compared with teachers like you, I'm still far behind."

"Teacher Song is right. Student Chen is indeed very talented." Several others also followed suit and praised Suning.

"Haha, all the teachers are so complimentary."

These old men are all mature with age. When they see that Suning is a son of a chaebol, they naturally say a few flattering words. After all, the chaebols in Korea are as big as the sky.

The distance from Seoul to Beijing is still very close. Soon the plane landed at Beijing International Airport. Naturally, there were dedicated reception staff to greet a few people. Then Suning and everyone were arranged in a foreign-related hotel.

The main function of the so-called calligraphy exchange competition is to communicate with each other. It is an event where friendship comes first and competition comes second, so it is a harmonious and peaceful scene everywhere.

Suning had just arrived at the competition site and suddenly felt a little pain in his stomach. Then he got up and went to find the toilet. "Teacher Song, there is still a little time before the competition starts. I'm going to lie down in the toilet first."

"Ah? Okay! Go ahead!"

Suning said hello to the others around him, got up and walked out of the competition venue. He walked outside the door and asked a staff member passing by, "Comrade, where is the toilet?"

"Ah? Are you here to watch the game?"

This staff member was a young woman. Because Suning had collected her competition pass in advance and spoke fluent and authentic Beijing movies, she was mistakenly identified as a local by the staff.

"Eh? That's about right!"

"Well, then you go straight forward, then turn left. At the end is the men's room."

"Thank you, comrade."

"You said that you, comrade, are coming to such an important game, how could you not prepare in advance?" The female staff member couldn't help but add another sentence when she saw that Suning was young.

"Haha, comrade, what you said makes sense."

"Also! Stop calling me gay. You should call me beauty."

"Ah? Beauty, I'm going to the bathroom first." Suning then thought that in the 1990s, the term "beauty" had become popular.

"Well, go quickly!"
Chapter completed!