The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Do you want brother to carry you and walk? [4 more updates]

Zhong Manhua was naturally aware of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association.

This was the main Calligraphers Association in Hua Country, and other regional associations were merely branches.

The members of the branch associations couldn’t even qualify for the main Association’s membership.

The Hua Country Calligraphers Association held a high status in the art world and often interacted with some foreign art masters.

But why would the Hua Country Calligraphers Association call her?

She had indeed wanted to hire a member of the Calligraphers Association to teach Xiao Xuan, but they simply weren’t interested. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

After all, these master calligraphers could sell any piece of their work for astronomical prices and naturally wouldn’t bother teaching.

Zhong Manhua asked, perplexed, “Excuse me, have you made a mistake?”

“A mistake?”

The person on the other end of the line was an employee, who, upon hearing this, carefully rechecked the phone number, “No mistake, aren’t you Master Ying’s mother?”

Zhong Manhua was taken aback once again, “Master Ying?”

The Ying Family had been in commerce for generations; when had they produced a master?

“I’m sorry, if you haven’t dialed incorrectly, then you are a scammer,” Zhong Manhua’s expression turned cold, “Our Ying Family doesn’t have any masters, and if you’re going to lie, at least put some effort into it.”

Without waiting for the employee to say anything more, she hung up the phone and blocked the number.

Zhong Zhiwan realized something when she heard ‘Hua Country Calligraphers Association’: “Auntie, what’s wrong?”

“A scam call.” Zhong Manhua scoffed with disdain, “They even claimed to be from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association and asked for some Master Ying to join them, such an unprepared scam.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s expression changed.

Zhong Manhua had not watched the live broadcast on the day of the art festival; she was present at the event.

The work that Ying Zijin had calligraphed ambidextrously left Sheng Qingtang full of praise.

Sheng Qingtang was also the former president of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association, and Zhong Zhiwan was certain that the call was specifically for Ying Zijin.

She had not expected Zhong Manhua to simply dismiss it as a scam call.

However, that was understandable since the fame of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association in Hua Country far exceeded that of the Ying Family.

Zhong Zhiwan felt either relieved or nervous; she lowered her head and tried hard to suppress the smile at the edge of her lips, “Auntie, what if it was really from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association?”

“Impossible.” Zhong Manhua sipped her tea, unconcerned, “Neither your uncle nor your cousins are cut out for the arts, and as for…”

She didn’t finish her sentence.

Zhong Manhua frowned.

The Hua Country Calligraphers Association couldn’t possibly be calling for Ying Zijin, could it?

She had indeed hired calligraphy and traditional painting teachers for Ying Zijin, but with no results.

Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin could pass at least one subject in the mid-term exams.

She had never attended a single parent-teacher meeting for the Elite Class, too embarrassed to show her face.

“Wanwan, you go do your thing,” Zhong Manhua set down her cup, “I’ll wait here for your grandfather to return.”

**

On this end,

the employee of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association was dumbfounded after the call was disconnected.

He had no choice but to report to President Sheng that Master Ying’s family mistook them for scammers and even blocked their number.

President Sheng was furious. After some thought, he decided to make a personal visit to invite them.

At that moment, a call from Verdant came through.

“President Sheng, there’s been a mistake,” the Dean of Studies said, sweating profusely, “The contact number for Classmate Ying’s parents has changed. It’s my fault, I still had the old files.”

“Please note, this is Classmate Ying’s father’s phone number, 177xxxxxxxx.”

President Sheng noted it down, puzzled, “Then who was that number from just now?”

“That was from her foster parents’ home,” the Dean didn’t elaborate further, only briefly mentioning, “They’re quite despicable.”

He and the Dean of Students were close friends, known as Verdant’s ‘Terrifying Duos,’ though the Dean of Students also had the notorious nickname, ‘Exterminator Mentor.’

The Dean of Studies had heard a few stories from the Dean of Students.

Madam Ying was prone to violence without seeking the facts first.

If she acted like this in front of others, what would she do in private?

Just the other week, hadn’t there been an expose online of a mother slapping her son and grabbing his neck in public?

He had thought that a lady from a wealthy family would have at least some decorum, but it seemed she was no better.

President Sheng had been living a reclusive life and was unaware of such incidents. He frowned, “Okay, I understand. So it’s the Ying Family from the Four Major Noble Families, right?”

After hanging up, he sent the new number to the employee.

He then rose from his seat, put on his reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and started to type slowly, composing a message to the current president of the Hua Country Calligraphers Association.

[By the way, remember this Ying Family, if anyone from their side ever asks for assistance from our Association, reject them all. Tell them to roll as far as they can.]

**

At the Inner and Outer Ring,

within the residential complex,

Wen Fong Mian had just taken his medication when he received a call from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association.