Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 548 penalties! Hereby announced! [2 updates]

Chapter 548: 548 penalties! Hereby announced! [2 updates]

Having been by Yong Dongyue’s side for many years and as someone promoted solely by him, the director knew all too well just how opportunistic Yong Dongyue was.

In his ambition to become the president of the Calligraphy Association before the age of fifty, Yong Dongyue had indeed stopped at nothing.

On his rise to the top, he trampled over the lifetime’s work of countless people.

But before he held power, Yong Dongyue was accustomed to disguising his true nature and knew how to leverage situations to his advantage.

Only after he became president of the Calligraphy Association did he gradually begin to show his true colors and bare his fangs.

When many of the older generation retired, Yong Dongyue began to aggressively expand his influence, seeking to turn the Calligraphy Association into a domain ruled by his own words.

They all worked under Yong Dongyue and, having some leverage over them, he ensured they all listened to him.

In front of someone like Elder Fu with considerable influence, Yong Dongyue would choose to put away his wild ambitions and behave with utmost respect.

Yong Dongyue probably never imagined that by simply acting out of habit to ingratiate himself with others, he would ultimately outsmart himself.

Thinking this, the director couldn’t help but feel a mixture of amusement and relief.

Even though he had lost his job, at least he no longer had to endure Yong Dongyue’s oppression.

He lowered his head, followed Yong Dongyue’s pace, and returned to the meeting room.

"Elder Fu, we welcome you..." Upon seeing the high-ranking officials of the Calligraphy Association and the judges of the youth calligraphy competition all present, Yong Dongyue’s expression subtly changed, and he became somewhat aware that something was amiss.

"I’m here," said Elder Fu indifferently, "There’s no seat for you, so don’t bother sitting."

Hearing this, Yong Dongyue’s heart skipped a beat, but he still plastered on a smile and said respectfully, "I wasn’t aware Elder Fu was in such a hurry to see me. May I ask what this is about?"

Elder Fu was not buying his act and simply asked quietly, "Will you leave on your own, or shall I send you off?"

"..."

The entire meeting room fell into silence.

Yong Dongyue’s face finally underwent a complete transformation, filled with disbelief: "Elder Fu?!"

"It seems you’re very aware of what you’ve done," Elder Fu said coldly, "You wanted to use this award as a way to curry favor with me. I don’t need it. The justice Miss Ye was deprived of, if you won’t give it to her, I’ll take it back for her!"

On the surface, this was about Ye Wanlan receiving immensely unfair treatment and the manipulation of the judging process.

But Elder Fu knew that similar incidents had occurred countless times internally, which is why Yong Dongyue dared to continue with his usual tactics.

If it weren’t for his acquaintance with Ye Wanlan through Go endgames, would this incident have just been swept under the carpet too?

Calligraphy, in Elder Fu’s eyes, is sacred, and he would not allow it to be so insulted.

Yong Dongyue was even more incredulous, feeling as if a bolt from the blue had struck him.

Just because of Ye Wanlan, Elder Fu was making such a stir, directly demanding his resignation?

He had spent more than twenty years climbing to this position, where glory, power, and wealth were all at hand, merely waiting for retirement to enjoy his remaining years.

How could it all be destroyed at such a critical moment?

Absolutely not!

"Elder Fu, there’s been a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding!" Yong Dongyue was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, "There was just a mistake during the judging, Miss Ye is the rightful first-place winner."

"A misunderstanding? I don’t think it’s likely," Elder Fu said blandly, "I’ve always considered Ms. Miao Fanghua to be very capable, whether it’s in her skills, personal conduct, or character, she is superior to you in every way."

Miao Fanghua was the judge responsible for Ye Wanlan’s work in this morning’s first round of the competition.

Yong Dongyue’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he stammered with trembling lips: "El... Elder Fu..."

"Bring Ms. Miao here," Elder Fu ordered coldly to an assistant nearby, ignoring Yong Dongyue, "She will take over as president of the Association and will be very busy from now on."

The assistant acknowledged the instruction and quickly left the room.

"Elder Fu!" Yong Dongyue, who had held his pride for half a lifetime, finally bowed his head in total defeat, weeping profusely, "Elder Fu, I was just momentarily blinded! You can’t do this to me just because of this one thing, I will change! I definitely will!"

"One thing?" Elder Fu looked at him coldly, "I’ve received quite a list of your ’good deeds’ – plagiarism, theft, switching the authentic with the fake, taking kickbacks... You’ve really lived the high life as president, haven’t you?"

Just now, Yan Tingfeng had sent an email to his phone, an email filled with all the evil deeds of Yong Dongyue.

These acts he indeed committed very covertly, and holding the power of the Calligraphy Association’s presidency, even if victims came forward, they would either be drowned out by the smallness of their voices or be coerced and bribed into silence.

With a "thud," Yong Dongyue’s legs gave away, and he collapsed on the ground, cold sweat pouring profusely.

Elder Fu had retired and lived as a recluse, even harder to find than Yan Tingyue, how on earth did he come to know about these things?!

Yong Dongyue knew very clearly, once these matters were brought before Elder Fu, not only would he lose his position as president of the Calligraphy Association, he would be subjected to legal punishment!

"Elder Fu," the door to the meeting room was knocked at this moment, it was Miao Fanghua, who spoke respectfully, "You were looking for me."

"Yes, Little Friend Miao, come here," Elder Fu showed a hint of a smile, "I have some matters to entrust to you, and after that, you will take over all the duties of the presidency, it’s going to be hard on you for a while."

Miao Fanghua was also taken aback, but she quickly realized it was about the selection of today.

After the final contest ended, she was outrageously angry, raising objections, but was told by her superiors not to meddle in affairs that didn’t concern her and to do her own job well.

Miao Fanghua said solemnly, "Yes, Elder Fu!"

**

Lin Mansion.

Ye Wanlan finished picking all the medicinal herbs, washed her hands, and asked Yan Tingfeng, "What did you send to Elder Fu?"

Yan Tingfeng naturally wouldn’t keep it from her on such matters; he smiled lightly and said nonchalantly, "Just some things about the president of the Calligraphy Association."

"Agency 723 is really fast," Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "As long as you guys want to investigate, no one can escape your eye."

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, "Last year... the first time we met, I asked them to investigate you, and they never found anything."

Ye Wanlan remained very calm, "Then I’ll add one more modifier, except for me."

"Yes, except for Xiao Wan," Yan Tingfeng smiled thoughtfully, "But from now on, with you here, there won’t be any need for them to check on you anymore."

"Ah Lan," Lin Huaijin poked his head out of the window and called out, "Dinner’s ready, come and eat with Xiao Yan."

"Got it, Uncle," Ye Wanlan dried her hands, "Let’s go."

Khor Peiqing and Lin Woyu had also arrived, and the five of them gathered around the dining table.

"Third Brother’s cooking skills are truly getting better and better," Lin Woyu laughed, "If I come to freeload meals every day, don’t get annoyed with me, Third Brother."

"You always have a place here," Lin Huaijin also smiled, "Come on, eat up, the dishes won’t taste good once they’re cold."

Lin Woyu, holding her chopsticks, thought for a moment, adding, "After leaving work at noon, I saw online about the calligraphy finals, just want to say, Ah Lan did a marvelous job."

"Thank you for the praise, Auntie," Ye Wanlan said with a small smile, "I have a lot of patience, but many things don’t require me to bear them."

"That’s right," Khor Peiqing nodded in agreement, "Ah Lan, even if the Calligraphy Association bans you, you needn’t worry, your talent is there for all to see, and I see a lot of people supporting you online."

"They probably can’t ban Xiao Wan," Yan Tingfeng peeled a shrimp and placed it into Ye Wanlan’s bowl, smiling faintly, "However, there are some people who can’t remain president."

"...What?" Lin Huaijin and Lin Woyu looked at each other in confusion, still not comprehending.

Yan Tingfeng didn’t say anything further, instead picking up another shrimp.

His fingers were slender and fair, and even the act of peeling shrimp seemed extremely elegant and noble.

Meanwhile, the internet was still abuzz with the incident.

[Insider news just in, the Calligraphy Association has informally banned Ye Wanlan, she’ll find it tough to make any progress in the Calligraphy Circle from now on.]

[Ye Wanlan is too arrogant, the geniuses of today really don’t know what modesty means.]

[I stand firm with Ye Wanlan on this issue, the Calligraphy Association is just unfair! Public competition yet they play secret tricks? Might as well have given first place directly to Fu Qiao.]

[There’s nothing that can be done, it’s the Calligraphy Association’s decision, unless the president is replaced, Ye Wanlan will just have to bear this loss.]

As the topic’s heat remained high, the official website of the Calligraphy Association refreshed with a new notice.

Highlighted, in bold.

[Notice to all friends of calligraphy: Calligraphy Association’s president Yong Dongyue, vice president Bao Bowei, and senior member Lu Zihao... have now resigned due to engaging in favoritism and fraud, hereby announced!]