Chapter 124: Art Association 121: Is she Master Ying's mom? [3 updates]

Under the Weibo post, naturally, there was a photo attached.

It was the Ten Directions Realm that Ying Zijin brought to the meeting room earlier.

The Ten Directions Realm could be considered a masterpiece in the carving world because of how difficult it is to forge.

Not to mention whether it’s even possible to replicate an Ice-type Jadeite Raw Stone, but even if it were, there are hardly a few people who could carve eighty-eight Buddhas of different forms on a jade stone that’s nearly as tall as a person.

As a result, there’s not a single imitation of the Ten Directions Realm in the market.

This is also why the CEO of DK Group lost his composure when he saw the Ten Directions Realm.

Because nobody could have imagined that someone would actually be able to re-carve a new Ten Directions Realm within a short period of just four days, and even more exquisitely at that.

If it weren’t for Old Master Zhong giving this Weibo script to the middle-aged shareholder, he would have had no idea that the original Ten Directions Realm hadn’t returned, but a new one had been carved.

“Uncle Zhong, could it really be?” the middle-aged shareholder asked incredulously after posting the Weibo update, “Is that not our Ten Directions Realm?”

“Of course not,” Old Master Zhong replied proudly, waving his hand grandly, “I’ve already told you, it was carved by my granddaughter.”

Oh, it seems the Fu Family kid helped as well.

But he wouldn’t see, or hear of it.

When Old Master Fu returns his stolen snacks, then he’ll give this kid another look.

The middle-aged shareholder wiped off sweat and asked with a trembling voice, “You’re not joking?”

“What’s there to joke about,” Old Master Zhong said, displeased, “I haven’t even started praising her in grand enough terms. I’m not afraid to tell you, even IBI, my granddaughter knows people there.”

Well, he didn’t know that either.

But that didn’t stop him from bragging first.

Who would be stingy with praises for their own children?

The middle-aged shareholder actually wanted to say that Old Master Zhong was joking.

IBI is an international organization, and even the youths of prominent families in the Capital couldn’t reach them. How could it be possible for them in Shanghai City?

But then, he hesitated as the words reached his lips.

It’s true that IBI has always been cracking down on international criminal behavior, but they’ve never specifically registered a Weibo account just to post a Weibo.

There are countless international incidents every day, most of which are monitored and managed by IBI, with their manpower being extremely tight.

Even though the theft of the Ten Directions Realm was a major international theft case,

There have been even bigger incidents, after all, this theft case didn’t involve loss of life, so why would IBI post on Weibo about it?

To say that IBI is keeping up with the times? The middle-aged shareholder was unconvinced.

Perhaps… it really did have something to do with the young lady?

Under Old Master Zhong’s constant boasting, the middle-aged shareholder finally believed some of it.

But netizens who hadn’t experienced the theft themselves didn’t believe the Weibo post.

[Fake, right? Just her? Oh, I remember she wrote some words and won an award, at the school arts festival? But carving??? Sorry, I’ll laugh first as respect.]

[I’m convinced, can Zhong Corporation produce something that normal people can believe in? I know you want to protect your own, but not by mounting gold and jade on your face like this.]

[Forgive my bluntness, but carving is completely different from writing characters or painting traditional Chinese paintings, okay, even if Miss Cousin really knows how to carve, can she really finish it in four days?]

[Any evidence? It’s just a picture, who knows if it’s just your old inventory.]

[Whispering here, not to mention other things, but this Miss Cousin is very bold, didn’t other Zhong’s insiders also say? She successfully made DK Group place an additional bet?]

[Yes, just for that, I’m a fan. Those who only know how to type behind their screens and mock others, what were you doing at seventeen? Still needing your mom to change your clothes for you?]

[If you’re not capable yourself, then don’t diss the lady. Would you be scared witless just signing an agreement with a big company, unable to even make it to the location without wetting yourself?]

[We’re always ready to help our sister check if anyone is verbally abusing her online and then you can look forward to receiving a letter from a lawyer, no thanks needed.]

Mocking netizens all shut their mouths.

Seeing the comments, the middle-aged shareholder furrowed his brows: “Uncle Zhong, do we have any proof that Ten Directions Realm was carved by Miss Cousin?”

“What need is there for proof?” Old Master Zhong was quite unhappy, “It was carved by my granddaughter. Is there suddenly going to be a second Ten Directions Realm out of thin air?”

The middle-aged shareholder sighed, “But Uncle Zhong, the problem is that people online don’t believe it.”

“They don’t believe it?” Old Master Zhong also took out his phone, filled with fighting spirit, “I’ll go and straighten them out.”

Before he even opened Weibo, a phone call came through.

“Grandpa.”

“Yes,” Old Master Zhong coughed a few times, “Zijin, have you gone back to your dad’s place?”

“Don’t post on Weibo anymore,” Ying Zijin said, rubbing her head and speaking tactfully, “Could you please let me keep a low profile?”

Old Master Zhong: “…”

Who’s keeping a low profile?

Here he was, in his seventies, not even thinking about retirement and getting livelier with work, and now his granddaughter wanted to keep a low profile?

“Grandpa, I know you mean well,” Ying Zijin said with a lowered gaze and a smile, “I’ve seen it.”

Old Master Zhong suddenly felt a bit off.

He actually hadn’t done much, just had the company make a Weibo post.

Sometimes, when you’ve been in the dark for too long, you hold on tightly to any bit of warmth.

Old Master Zhong frowned, “But online—”

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“It’s fine,” Ying Zijin said indifferently, “I won’t look anyway.”

As long as they didn’t come to her and disrupt her retirement life.

After hanging up the phone, Old Master Zhong thought for a moment, then turned to ask a middle-aged shareholder, “What do you think of my granddaughter?”

“She’s more than capable,” the middle-aged shareholder became serious, “Putting aside your personal biases, Miss Cousin is very suitable for a management role.”

If it was about the gambling agreement, she said she would sign, and then Zhong Corporation would win.

She could also bring tremendous benefits to Zhong Corporation; he had never seen someone so good at doing business.

Old Master Zhong nodded, his decision even firmer.

**

Inside the Maserati.

Ying Zijin looked emotionlessly at Berg, who was crazily sending her WeChat messages, and it took a great deal of patience not to block him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Master Ying, it’s you, right?]

[I knew it must be you! Even if you refuse to take me as a disciple, I must still call you a teacher! You are too too too amazing, is there any art form you don’t know?]

[Master Ying, when can we meet again? I’ve stayed in Shanghai City because of you, woo woo woo, please, teach me how you painted it so similar to Qinuo Feng.]

Ying Zijin clicked the three dots in the upper-right corner of the chat box and turned on Do Not Disturb mode.

Good.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Fu Yunshen tilted his head, “That one who wants you to go to the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent for oil painting?”

“Yes,” Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment, “Do you think, these oil painters, do they all talk too much?”

Qinuo Feng did, and so did Berg Blaine.

Could it be that the oil painting circle in O Continent has some sort of tradition?

Ying Zijin pondered.

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen leaned back in the driver’s seat, appearing quite relaxed, “I don’t think so.”

Ying Zijin turned her eyes, her eyebrows lifting.

Fu Yunshen’s peachy eyes curled, his low and husky voice teasing, “Our little friend here could lose her life talking a few more words.”

So, the oil painting master in front of him was quite out of the ordinary.

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“So brother is quite happy,” Fu Yunshen raised his hand and casually ruffled the girl’s hair, “It’s rare for Yaoyao to have so much to say in my presence.”

What depressives fear the most is completely closing themselves off and not interacting with the outside world anymore.

If that happens, their condition can worsen.

Fortunately, that is not the case now.

Ying Zijin gave him a look, ready to say something, but her phone rang.

It was a call from Sheng Qingtang.

“Little Divine Doctor!” His voice was filled with excitement, “I knew there was something extraordinary about you! I didn’t expect that you’d even know how to sculpt.”

He had studied sculpting and knew more than the layperson about the extraordinariness of the Ten Directions Realm.

The Ten Directions Realm was not just a grand sculpture; it also embodied Buddhist teachings.

If one had not read the Buddhist Scriptures, it would be impossible to sculpt the Ten Directions Realm.

Is the Little Divine Doctor even human?!

“Little Divine Doctor, are you free lately? Let’s meet up,” Sheng Qingtang continued, “I have prepared your qualification certificate from the Hua Country Calligrapher Association. Just come over to sign, and you won’t have to do anything else.”

“Not here, not available,” the girl said with the most polite tone but the most heartless words, “This person is dead, for matters, burn paper.”

On the other end of the phone, Sheng Qingtang: “…”

**

Zhong Manhua naturally saw the Weibo post made by Zhong Corporation as well.

However, when she saw it, she had already arrived at the Zhong Family’s place.

She didn’t frequent Weibo much and it was Zhong Zhiwan who told her about it.

Upon hearing it, Zhong Manhua laughed derisively.

Claiming that the Ten Directions Realm was sculpted by Ying Zijin?

For the real daughter they had brought back from a poor county with Jiang Moyuan’s help, did they not know her true caliber?

Zhong Zhiwan was very good at reading the room, plus she had been feeling gloomy these past few days.

She glanced at Zhong Manhua’s expression and smiled, “Aunt, Cousin really has won Grandpa’s favor. I’m a bit jealous of her.”

Zhong Manhua didn’t respond.

Old Master Zhong liking Ying Zijin actually made her feel a bit better inside.

Even if Ying Zijin was good for nothing, at least she had gained the affection of the older generation.

But polite words still needed to be said, and Zhong Manhua also smiled, “Wanwan, your grandfather’s favorite is still you.”

Zhong Zhiwan’s smile stiffened, her fingers clutching her clothes tightly.

“Hello?” The ringing startled her; Zhong Manhua took a call, and then she was surprised, “What? You are from the Hua Country Calligraphers Association?”

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