Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 547 Burst of anger! This president has done his utmost【1 more】

Chapter 547: 547 Burst of anger! This president has done his utmost【1 more】

Yan Tingfeng spoke succinctly, but how could Old Mr. Fu not understand the full extent of the situation?

Although he had long retired from the Calligraphy Association and others would not casually disturb him at the Cangshu Pavilion, his influence in the calligraphy world was acknowledged as the foremost.

That was why, even at the risk of cheating in front of the public, the president and high-ranking officials of the Calligraphy Association insisted on awarding the championship of this youth finals to Miss Fu Qiao.

The reason was simply that Miss Fu Qiao was Old Mr. Fu’s granddaughter and was deeply favored by him.

However, they all forgot that Miss Fu Qiao was adopted by Old Mr. Fu, who cherished talent on a daily basis and would never allow such unfairness.

Old Mr. Fu was so angry that his hands trembled, yet his good upbringing still allowed him to keep his tone steady and his articulation clear, "Mr. Yan, please wait. Once I have dealt with the association, I will come to see you. Thank you for telling me about this matter."

"Once Elder Fu is free, I will send someone to pick you up," Yan Tingfeng said with a smile. "Xiao Wan and I have prepared some fine tea for you, waiting for your arrival."

Xie Linyuan silently noted the third move.

—To learn to complain tactfully in a way that maximizes effect.

Indeed, following Hua Yingyue’s reminder, he did learn quite a few new things from this young man today.

Yan Tingfeng hung up the call and looked coldly at the Lin Family’s doorway where the people from the Calligraphy Association stood. "Aren’t you leaving yet?"

The three words were plain and unemotional, with no variation in tone, yet extremely compelling.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, wanting to ask if that call was really to Elder Fu, but his legs involuntarily trembled, and he stepped back a few paces.

Such a reflexive response also embarrassed the middle-aged man. He steadied himself and sneered at Ye Wanlan, "Miss Ye, endure when you should. If you wish to continue in the calligraphy circle, you should adhere to the Association’s rules!"

Elder Fu had been reclusive for years, and even the president of the Calligraphy Association didn’t have his mobile number, could this young man actually contact him?

What kind of act was this?

"Rules?" Ye Wanlan stood on the steps, her eyes slightly downcast, "I only like making the rules. If you want me to follow your rules, then show some competence; if not, leave."

Either be stronger than her, thereby earning her acknowledgment.

Otherwise, she would break the rules and reshape them.

"You, you ..." The middle-aged man’s face twisted with rage, "Obstinate and unreasonable!"

Lin Huaijin then picked up the broom, "Get out quickly!"

The middle-aged man and several others left sheepishly.

"These shameless things," Lin Huaijin seethed, "Still dare to come here demanding Ah Lan’s work, as if they have forgotten how they treated Ah Lan at the competition just two hours ago!"

After his rant, he turned around, "Ah Lan, if you have the capability, why not clear out these bullies from the Calligraphy Association? Otherwise, if they continue to dominate the calligraphy world, it will surely be chaos."

At this moment, Lin Huaijin had immense confidence in Ye Wanlan, believing his niece could accomplish anything.

"Aunt, this is a matter for the Calligraphy Association to resolve internally," Ye Wanlan nodded. "Of course, I can use external measures to break through, but that’s Plan B, only to be initiated if Plan A fails."

"That makes sense," Lin Huaijin sighed. "I know all too well, not just the calligraphy circle, other circles... they all have similar dynamics."

Ye Wanlan spoke lightly, "So, in crucial moments, I will still resort to external forces."

"Alright, Ah Lan, go and rest," Lin Huaijin said. "I’ll continue cooking; your aunt will be home soon, and I’ll call Woyu later so we can all enjoy a good meal."

After washing his hands, he returned to the kitchen and picked up the spatula again.

But Ye Wanlan did not rest, instead, she began selecting medicinal herbs in the garden.

These herbs were all delivered by Zhu Yu last night, very fresh.

Yan Tingfeng crouched beside her, "Is Xiao Wan making medicine for Elder Fu?"

"Yes," Ye Wanlan said. "Elder Fu is in good health, but as one ages, minor ailments are inevitable; I am treating his body to prevent others from coveting the old man’s inheritance."

**

At this moment, at the Calligraphy Association.

Old Mr. Fu slapped the teacup onto the table with a loud "snap," tea spilling everywhere, startling those around him.

"Old—Old Mr. Fu?" the director stammered, his heart pounding, "What... what is this about?"

Old Mr. Fu was usually very even-tempered, even if someone criticized his writing to his face, he wouldn’t get angry.

But they had just watched as after receiving a phone call, he became furiously enraged.

What on earth had happened?

"Go and call your association president, the vice president, and all the judges responsible for today’s award selection... get them all over here!" it was the first time Old Mr. Fu had completely lost his temper, "Right now, immediately!"

Hearing this, the director’s heart sank, "Old Mr. Fu, was there something about today’s award selection that dissatisfied you?"

But they had already bestowed the award upon Miss Fu Qiao!

"Dissatisfied?" Old Mr. Fu actually let out a cold laugh, "Bring everyone here! Don’t make me say it a third time!"

Five minutes later, all related personnel had arrived except for the president of the Calligraphy Association.

They looked at each other, all unsure of what had happened.

"Great, just great." Old Mr. Fu took a few breaths before he slowly began, "I haven’t been at the Calligraphy Association for many years, only to find that now it’s not about skill, but instead about connections. Whoever has connections receives the award. It’s just wonderful, isn’t it!"

The vice president’s face turned to one of sheer horror immediately.

Was Old Mr. Fu so furious on behalf of Ye Wanlan to demand justice?

"What were you thinking? Hmm?" Old Mr. Fu scolded angrily, "This is a calligraphy competition, not some child’s play. Is this how you treat it?!"

Everyone was afraid to even breathe.

"And I didn’t know, when did I ever need you to award first place to Qiaoqiao to please me." Old Mr. Fu closed his eyes, "It seems to me, in your eyes, I am also a man greedy for fame and profit."

"Old Mr. Fu!" the vice president panicked, "Old Mr. Fu, we truly did not mean that!"

If these words got out, the whole Calligraphy Association would suffer.

Exaggeration aside, Old Mr. Fu’s influence in calligraphy alone surpassed that of the entire Calligraphy Association.

"Not what you meant?" Old Mr. Fu suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You can’t even ensure fairness in the awards and you dare threaten Friend Ye. I think none of you needs to continue in the Calligraphy Association anymore!"

The vice president’s mouth hung open and his face was pale, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

The previous judges sitting at the venue also slumped in their chairs, lips trembling.

They had inadvertently done a disservice!

They thought that by awarding the prize to Miss Fu Qiao, they would gain Old Mr. Fu’s favor, but they didn’t anticipate the deep relationship between Ye Wanlan and Old Mr. Fu.

"Where is Yong Dongyue? Isn’t he coming to see me?" Old Mr. Fu asked coldly.

"The—The president had an emergency and had to leave," the vice president was sweating profusely, "He’s on his way back now. Please, go check."

The last four words were directed at the director.

The director immediately left the conference room, hurrying to find the president of the Calligraphy Association.

To his relief, just outside, he ran into Yong Dongyue.

"President, Old Mr. Fu is looking for you." The director dared not look up, merely mumbling, "Please, hurry over. If you’re late, Old Mr. Fu will be angry too."

"What kind of talk is that? Old Mr. Fu is so benevolent and kind, how could he possibly be angry?" Yong Dongyue gave the director a cold look, "Stop speaking ill of Old Mr. Fu behind his back."

He adjusted his suit tie and with a smile, headed towards the conference room.

The director felt so devastated he couldn’t even cry.

For the unfair treatment toward Ye Wanlan today, Old Mr. Fu had stripped them of their positions.

It seemed Yong Dongyue’s tenure as president was coming to an end.