069 Practice with a bunch of iridium, Director of Jiangjing Hospital!
On the Eight Immortals Table, except Bai Zi, everyone's eyes subconsciously gathered on Jiang Fuli's face.
His face was too deceptive like the white squid, not like the kind of person who could write well.
How could he know that he just threw out a word from the Chinese Calligraphy Association in a breeze??!
Or a special member?
There are only five special members of the China Calligraphy Association!
Except for the president, everyone else is in simplicity, and often only sees the works but not the person. Even members of the China Calligraphy Association are difficult to see these senior members. Is this one in front of you?
Next to it, Jian Zhe felt like he was struck by lightning.
He couldn't help but look at Jiang Fuli. When he touched Jiang Fuli's shallow eyes, Jian Zhe immediately withdrew his gaze.
"Are there any problems?" Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows for a long time.
"Ah, no," Qiu Xuezheng was also smashed a little hard. He experienced many storms and slowly closed his shock, "No problem."
He trembled with the tip of his pen and wrote the word "special" behind Jiang Fuli's name.
"Do you want to take the exam?" Bai Su turned her head, she didn't understand the rules here.
He tilted his head slightly and asked Jiang Fuli calmly.
She was wearing the simplest school uniform, with a shallow side face, her eyebrows and eyes were like snow on trees, and the lights above her head covered her with a hazy and gentle temperament.
"Not only members, but the association also needs to be rated," Jiang Fuli took the purple clay teapot and slowly added tea to her cup, and poured himself another cup. "We are only eight of us now, just junior associations."
Major calligraphers will be rated in June every year.
Associations are divided from top to bottom into special associations, senior associations, intermediate associations, and junior associations.
There is only one special association in China, namely the China Calligraphy Association, which is one of the reasons why everyone wants to join the China Calligraphy Association.
Senior associations are distributed in four major cities.
Like Bai Zi, she has never participated in the rating. Even if she won the Lanting Award, she is currently only a junior member.
"This is a membership fee, no password," Jiang Fuli gave Qiu Xuezheng a card before leaving, "She wants to build a good calligraphy school, this is the start-up capital, and I have asked someone to make a good plan, and someone will add you.
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Qiu Xuezheng sat on the Eight Immortals table, looking at the black card of the International Bank and the Suzaku Bank placed in front of him.
Doubt about life.
"Teacher Qiu," next to him, Jian Zhe looked at Jiang Fuli's figure leaving, and then looked back at the black card, "Isn't it difficult for us to become a senior association in the future?"
Qiu Xuezheng was also in a daze, "It should...it should..."
He felt that Bai Zi would definitely be able to pass the special membership.
Two special members are in charge, so the senior association should be able to do it?
As for the special association, it will only appear in Jiangjing, they have never thought of it.
Of course, Jian Zhe and Qiu Xuezheng don’t know yet. They think these two are very powerful, but they don’t know that these two are the most powerful in teaching!
Especially Bai Zi, she can even completely reproduce Liang Zewen’s teaching in calligraphy!
Qiu Xuezheng took a deep breath, took out his cell phone and sent a message to the Vice President-General-
【If they don’t want to come, they don’t have to force it.】
On the other hand, when Vice President Qian said he would not release people to Xiangcheng, Jian Rong and Qiu Boqing both breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially Qiu Boqing, he thought Qiu Xuezheng would force him.
Unexpectedly, Qiu Xuezheng didn't send a word to him.
**
at the same time.
Yongfu Community.
The man in the shirt held a cigarette in his hand, the tattoo on the vest extended to his neck, and four large excavators were followed by, "No one here can sign?"
"Mr. Lu, mainly because of a painter," his subordinates carefully lit a cigarette for him, "The house in Building 7, 601, Ji Shaojun, he is an educated person and is very respected here. It should be seen that the contract is
The loophole is not allowed to sign here.”
As he said that, his subordinates took out another stack of information and handed it to Mr. Lu.
Yongfu Community is in the development zone, and everyone wants to get this cake.
The people living here are ordinary people. The demolition agreement given by Mr. Lu has loopholes. I thought it would be easy to deceive these widowed elderly people, but I didn't expect it.
None of these people signed.
After further investigation, it is all because of the house in Building 7 601.
Everyone in the entire community listened to the painter's opinion.
"Let's go." Mr. Lu bit his cigarette and looked at the information. An ordinary painter and a merciless housewife.
Near eight o'clock.
When they arrived, Ji Shaojun was washing dishes. Shen Qing saw Mr. Lu, who had his arms open and had a ferocious python tattooed on his body, and couldn't help but take a step back, "Old, Old Ji..."
"Shen Qing, Ji Shaojun, right?" Mr. Lu sat on the chair he brought over and turned his head slightly.
His subordinate immediately handed Shen Qing a card.
Mr. Lu bit his cigarette and smiled, "There is one million here. As long as you ask the people here to sign a demolition contract, one million will be yours."
They specifically investigated.
Ji Shaojun is a noble person, but Shen Qing is a philistine.
One million.
sufficient.
"One million?" Shen Qing couldn't help but stare at the card when he heard this.
This is a huge wealth for an ordinary person.
Shen Qing hasn't seen so much money.
Ji Shaojun returned the card to Mr. Lu without blinking, "We won't do this kind of thing."
Mr. Lu smiled.
He glanced at Shen Qing deeply, then waved his hand and said, "Go."
After the person left, Ji Shaojun slammed the door and frowned and said to Shen Qing: "You can't even think about this."
**
Tuesday.
Yang Lin has been to school these two days, and Bai Feng took out the books one by one, thinking slowly about how to tell her about moving out of her household registration.
Unlike others, Yang Lin has always avoided contact with people.
"典," Lu Xiaohan looked around his fingers at Bai Yi, "That..."
Bai Shi raised her eyes, her eyebrows reflected in the rising sun, very beautiful, "Say."
"Oh," Lu Xiaohan looked at Bai Zi, "I am a self-media practitioner, of course I am still in the early stages. I want to send your school anniversary video to my account. Can I do a little blurring?
Zhang Shize, who had just arrived in the class, was dizzy. He straddled his long legs, "Lu Xiaohan, can you say it slowly? Who can hear it clearly? I didn't breathe in one breath."
He just finished speaking.
Bai Zi leaned back and said, "Okay, come on."
She had no objection to this matter, and she was not very clear about the self-media, but it was difficult for her to refuse Lu Xiaohan's request.
Zhang Shize: "?"
"You are so nice!" Lu Xiaohan exclaimed, going to hug Bai Zi.
But Bai Shi pressed her finger against Lu Xiaohan's forehead, and she pulled out a book with her other hand, turned her head slightly, and smiled lazily at Lu Xiaohan, "
Talk well, don't touch your feet."
"Oh." Lu Xiaohan's ears were slightly red.
Then I remembered something and rolled my eyes at Zhang Shize, "Silly."
Zhang Shize: "..."
The course is over in one day.
Bai Feng did not go to the milk tea shop after school at night, but went to the Calligraphy Association with Jiang He. The bus stop had been applied for and is now planning the route.
"Sister," Jian Zhe was moving chairs in the yard. When he saw Bai Zi coming over, his eyes lit up, "Come and take a look at our classroom."
The Calligraphy Association is next to the martial arts hall.
The martial arts hall is smaller and covers an area of only one acre. The rooms around are planned to be a classroom and an office reception room by Qiu Xuezheng...
Jian Zhe brought Bai Zi to the 30-square-meter classroom, "In two days, the equipment will be here, and the children nearby will come to learn."
"Not bad." Bai Zi put down his schoolbag, then unzipped the zipper, and casually handed a bag of things inside to Jian Zhe.
It's so easy to see Bai Zi.
Jian Zhe took it with one hand.
When he brought it over, he almost lay on the ground, but fortunately he quickly supported the wall on one side.
Jiang He sat on the stool on one side, shook his legs, and looked at Jian Zhe with expressionless face.
"What is this?" Jian Zhe lowered his head in shock and saw dozens of silver metal the size of quail eggs inside.
How many kilograms are there?
"It's for practicing calligraphy," Bai Su raised his hand, revealing a scarlet ribbon on his hand and the size of an egg-sized iridium. "You can also hang one in daily life."
She asked Mao Kun for what she asked for a few days ago, and Mao Kun was very fast.
Of course, Miss Bai doesn’t know the price of her quail egg.
Jian Zhe nodded in a daze.
**
Outskirts of the city, abandoned warehouses.
Mr. Lu held two cards in his hand and slowly squatted beside Shen Qing, his eyes narrowed, "Don't you like money? You don't want to do it if you two million?"
He didn't understand, but Shen Qing said he didn't want to put two million here.
In the information, Shen Qingai is greedy for small gains, vulgarity, selfishness and philanthropy.
He could naturally see that she was a person who loved money very much.
Shen Qing glanced at the bank card, after a while, looked up and smiled flatteringly, "Lu, Mr. Lu, the old man in our community..."
"I thought we were the same type of people, but... you really disappointed me." Mr. Lu smiled. He stood up and crushed his feet hard on Shen Qing's right hand, gently throwing two bank cards into the house.
One side.
Shen Qing felt the pain in his fingertips, and his facial features instantly twisted together, "Lu, Mr. Lu..."
Mr. Lu admired Shen Qing's painful appearance, then took a step back and turned his head, "Come on."
Five minutes later.
"I didn't expect you to be a tough guy," he looked at Shen Qing who was lying on the ground and lit a cigarette again, "What about now?"
Shen Qing raised her head again, and she spat at President Lu, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "Even, even the old man, the money... you are also considered a personal person, haha!"
"..." Mr. Lu reached out and slowly wiped the spit on his face. His smile was not reduced in half, but his eyes were like a poisonous snake hidden in the abyss, like a python extending to his neck. "Tell me a good lesson."
she."
**
Nine o'clock in the evening.
Ji Mulan, who had just finished taking a shower, received a call and the bath towel in her hand almost fell to the ground, "What?"
She hung up the phone.
Change a pair and hurry to find the coat.
"What's wrong?" As soon as Xu En finished the meeting, he saw Ji Mulan take her coat and go out.
"My brother," Ji Mulan frowned and took the car keys. "He is in the hospital now, and my sister-in-law is in emergency treatment. She lacks panda blood, and I am the only one."
She looked down on a petty citizen like Shen Qing who was tempted by the incest.
But Ji Shaojun called the phone.
"First aid?" Xu En hurriedly followed, took her car key and handed it to the assistant. He couldn't drive after drinking tonight, "Don't worry, I'll go with you."
Ji Mulan followed Xu En and became much more stable.
Arrive at the central courtyard of Xiangcheng.
When Ji Shaojun, who was standing at the gate, saw Ji Mulan, he hurried forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her forward without saying a word.
"Brother, please wait!" Ji Mulan staggered, "What's wrong?"
Ji Shaojun didn't say a word.
He directly handed Ji Mulan to the nurse and said with a deep look: "She is panda blood."
"You guys prepare," the nurse hurriedly took Ji Mulan to draw blood, and did not forget to hand over the critical illness notice to Ji Shaojun, "The patient's condition is very bad."
Ji Shaojun signed the paper with a very trembling name.
In just half an hour, I have issued three critical illness notices.
"You have to keep it steady," Xu En patted Ji Shaojun's shoulder, and then asked, "What's going on with Aunt Ah? Just say whatever I need to help."
After signing the notice of critical illness, Ji Shaojun slowly sat on the ground against the wall.
Didn't say a word.
Ji Mulan quickly finished the blood and her face turned pale.
"Where is Shen Qing's family?" The nurse went in with a blood bag and came out again, and said anxiously: "There is not enough blood, and the patient's condition is complicated. She has panda blood. We can't do a craniotomy surgery. It's best to go to the Affiliated Hospital of Beicheng University.
Or a larger hospital. We have helped to apply for consultations at the higher hospital, and the above is still feedback. I suggest you try to contact the hospital yourself and be faster."
Transferring a hospital is not easy, you need to apply in advance and you also need connections.
Xiangcheng Hospital is already responding to Beicheng, but Shen Qing's situation is really complicated, and it is still panda blood.
There was no movement in the Beicheng Courtyard.
Xu En patted Ji Shaojun on the shoulder to comfort him, and then signaled his assistant to call him and help Shen Qing contact the hospital.
Xu En is from Jiangjing.
Usually I only know Jiang Jing's chief physician. The assistant sent Ji Shaojun to the doctor. After seeing him there, he was very direct: "Tell Mr. Xu that it's too far away, the patient can't stand the tossing, and this operation...
...I'm afraid only the dean can do it, I dare not take charge of the attack."
Everyone could hear the voiceover played by the assistant very clearly.
Ji Mulan couldn't help but grab her coat, a little stunned.
Although she didn't like Shen Qing, she didn't think about watching her die on the operating table.
Is it so serious?
"You can't contact that dean?" Ji Mulan looked at Ji Shaojun.
He lowered his voice and asked Xu En.
Xu En's assistant held his glasses and looked at Ji Mulan. He knew that Ji Mulan had never admitted her at all. He heard that he had been married and had a daughter.
Xu En wanted to take the daughter over, but the old lady said her delusions directly.
However, the assistant was not vague about Ji Mulan, and only told the truth, "Madam, that's the director of Jiangjing Hospital, and his appointments will be scheduled until next year. Don't talk about Mr. Xu, it's hard for Miss Xu to meet him.
”
Ji Mulan didn't know what happened to Jiangjing.
But when she heard that Xu Yajun couldn't see the dean, she probably understood.
Xu En was silent for a while and looked at his assistant: "You call the young master. He is at Jiangjing University and should know some people."
The assistant hesitated a little and finally went to contact the person.
"Thank you," Ji Shaojun sat on the ground, looking at the emergency room with his eyes blank, "Blame me, it's all my fault..."
"Where is Shen Qing's family? The patient is not bleeding enough..."
Ji Mulan hurried forward.
The nurse glanced at her and shook her head, "No, you can't smoke anymore!"
Ji Mulan drew a lot of blood, and her brain was buzzing. She remembered that her number was blackened by Bai Zi, so she asked Xu En to call her, "Hurry, A Zi... A Zi is also RH negative blood!"