ATLAS TRANSLATES

At the octagonal table, except for Bailian, everyone’s eyes subconsciously gathered on Jiang Fuli’s face.

His face, just like Bailian’s, was too deceiving. He didn’t look like the type of person who would write calligraphy well.

Who would have thought that he would casually throw out the words “China Calligraphers Association”??!

And he’s a special-grade member?

There are only five special-grade members in the China Calligraphers Association!

Except for the president, the rest of them are all reclusive. Often, only their works are seen, not the person. Even the members of the China Calligraphers Association rarely get to meet these few high-level members. Is the person in front of them one of them? Beside him, Jian Zhe was as if struck by lightning.

He couldn’t help but lean forward to look at Jiang Fuli. When he met Jiang Fuli’s light and pale eyes, Jian Zhe immediately withdrew his gaze.

“Any problem?” After a long time without movement, Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows.

“Ah, no,” Chou Xuezheng was also hit quite hard. He had experienced many storms and slowly reined in his shock. “No problem.”

With a trembling brush tip, he wrote the two characters “special-grade” after Jiang Fuli’s name.

“Do we need to take a grading test?” Bailian tilted her head. She wasn’t familiar with the rules here.

Slightly tilting her head, she calmly asked Jiang Fuli.

She was wearing the simplest school uniform. Her side profile was clear and light, her eyebrows and eyes like a flower tree piled with snow. The light above her head enveloped her in a hazy and gentle aura.

“Not only the members but the association also needs to be graded,” Jiang Fuli held a purple clay teapot and leisurely added tea to her cup, then poured a cup for himself. “We only have eight people now, just a junior association.”

Every June, the major calligraphy associations are graded.

The associations are divided into special-grade, high-grade, intermediate-grade, and junior-grade from top to bottom.

There is only one special-grade association in the entire country, which is the China Calligraphers Association. This is also one of the reasons why everyone wants to join the China Calligraphers Association.

High-grade associations are distributed in the four major cities.

Like Bailian, who had never participated in grading, even if she won the Lanting Calligraphy Competition, she is currently only a junior-grade member.

“This is the membership fee, without a password,” before leaving, Jiang Fuli gave Chou Xuezheng a card. “She wants to run the calligraphy school well. This is the start-up fund. Also, I have already asked someone to prepare a plan. Someone will contact you.”

Chou Xuezheng sat at the octagonal table, looking at the black card from the International Bank and Zhuque Bank placed in front of him.

Questioning his life.

“Teacher Chou,” beside him, Jian Zhe watched Jiang Fuli and Bailian leave, then looked back at the black card. “We… it won’t be difficult for us to become a high-grade association in the future, right?”

Chou Xuezheng was also in a daze. “It… it should be…”

He felt that Bailian would definitely be able to become a special-grade member.

With two special-grade members stationed here, it should be possible to become a high-grade association, right?

As for a special-grade association, that would only appear in Jiangjing. They hadn’t thought about it.

Of course, the current Jian Zhe and Chou Xuezheng didn’t know that they thought these two people were very capable, but they didn’t know that these two people… were the best at teaching people!

Especially Bailian. In calligraphy, she could even completely replicate Liang Zewen’s teaching! Chou Xuezheng took a deep breath and took out his phone to send a message to Vice President Qian–

[If they don’t want to come, don’t force them.]

On the other side, when they heard Vice President Qian say that they wouldn’t send people to Xiangcheng, Jian Rong and Chou Boqing both breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Chou Boqing. He originally thought Chou Xuezheng would force him.

He didn’t expect that Chou Xuezheng didn’t send him a single word.

** At the same time.

Yongfu Neighborhood.

A man wearing a shirt with a cigarette between his fingers, his vest tattoo extending to his neck, followed by four large excavators behind him. “No one here is signing?”

“Boss Lu, it’s mainly because of a painter,” the subordinate carefully lit a cigarette for him. “The family in Unit 601, Building 7, Ji Shaojun. He’s an educated person and is very respected here. He should have seen the loopholes in the contract and didn’t let the people here sign.”

As he spoke, the subordinate took out a stack of information and handed it to Boss Lu.

Yongfu Neighborhood was right in the development zone. Everyone wanted to get their hands on this piece of cake.

The people living here were all ordinary folks. Boss Lu’s demolition agreement had loopholes. Originally, they thought it would be easy to deceive this group of elderly people living alone, but who would have thought…

Not a single one of them signed.

After investigating thoroughly, it was all because of that family in Unit 601, Building 7.

The entire neighborhood listened to the opinions of that painter.

“Let’s go.” Boss Lu bit his cigarette and glanced at the information. An ordinary painter and a petty bourgeois housewife.

Close to eight o’clock.

When they arrived, Ji Shaojun was washing dishes. Shen Qing saw Boss Lu with his arms exposed, a fierce python tattooed on his body, and couldn’t help but take a step back. “Old… Old Ji…”

“Shen Qing, Ji Shaojun, right?” Boss Lu sat on the chair his subordinate brought over and slightly tilted his head.

The subordinate immediately handed a card to Shen Qing.

Boss Lu bit his cigarette and smiled. “There’s one million here. As long as you let the people here sign the demolition agreement, this one million is yours.”

They had specifically investigated.

Ji Shaojun had high morals, but Shen Qing was a petty bourgeois commoner.

One million.

Enough to buy a soul.

“One million?” Upon hearing this, Shen Qing couldn’t help but widen her eyes, looking at that card.

To an ordinary person, this was a huge fortune.

Shen Qing had never seen so much money before.

Ji Shaojun didn’t even blink. He returned the card to Boss Lu. “We won’t do this kind of thing.”

Boss Lu laughed.

He took a deep look at Shen Qing, then waved his hand. “Let’s go.”

After they left, Ji Shaojun slammed the door shut with a “bang” and frowned at Shen Qing. “Don’t even think about this.”

** Tuesday.

Yang Lin had been attending school diligently these past two days. Bailian took out the books one by one, thinking unhurriedly about how to tell her about transferring her household registration.

Unlike others, Yang Lin always avoided contact with people.

“Lian,” in front, Lu Xiaohan twirled her finger while looking at Bailian. “That…”

Bailian raised her eyes, her eyebrows and eyes reflecting the morning sun, very enchanting. “Speak.”

“Oh,” Lu Xiaohan looked at Bailian. “It’s just that I’m a self-media practitioner, of course, still in the initial stage. I want to post your school celebration video on my account. I’ll do a little blurring. Is that okay?”

Zhang Shize, who had just arrived in the classroom, felt dizzy. He straddled his long legs. “Lu Xiaohan, can you speak slower? Who can understand you like this? I didn’t even have a chance to catch my breath.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Bailian leaned back. “Okay, you can post it.”

She had no objections to this matter. She wasn’t very familiar with self-media, but it was hard for her to refuse Lu Xiaohan’s request.

Zhang Shize: “?”

“You’re so kind!” Lu Xiaohan exclaimed and wanted to hug Bailian.

But Bailian stopped her with a finger. She gently pressed her fingertip against Lu Xiaohan’s forehead. With her other hand, she casually pulled out a book, slightly tilted her head, and smiled lazily at Lu Xiaohan. “Speak properly, don’t get handsy.”

“Oh.” The tips of Lu Xiaohan’s ears turned slightly red.

Then she remembered something and rolled her eyes at Zhang Shize. “Stupid thing.”

Zhang Shize: “…”

The day’s classes were over.

In the evening after school, Bailian didn’t go to the milk tea shop, but went to the calligraphy association with Jiang He. The bus stop sign had already been applied for, and the route was currently being planned.

“Sis,” Jian Zhe was moving chairs in the yard. Seeing Bailian coming over, his eyes lit up. “Come and take a look at our classroom.”

The calligraphy association was right next to the martial arts hall.

It was smaller than the martial arts hall, but still occupied about one mu of land. The rooms around the perimeter had been planned by Chou Xuezheng into classrooms, offices, reception rooms…

Jian Zhe brought Bailian to a 30 square meter classroom. “In a couple of days when the equipment arrives, we’ll be able to let the neighborhood children come to study.”

“Not bad.” Bailian put down her schoolbag, then unzipped it and casually handed a pouch of things inside to Jian Zhe.

Seeing Bailian so relaxed, Jian Zhe took it with one hand.

When he took it over, he almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, he quickly supported himself against the wall.

Jiang He sat on a stool to the side, swinging his legs, watching Jian Zhe expressionlessly.

“What is this?” Jian Zhe lowered his head in shock and saw dozens of silver metals the size of quail eggs inside.

This little bit weighed dozens of jin?

“For practicing calligraphy,” Bailian raised her hand, revealing a crimson ribbon on her hand, as well as an iridium the size of a chicken egg. “You should also hang one for daily use.”

She had asked Mao Kun for it a few days ago, and Mao Kun was very quick.

Of course, Miss Bai temporarily didn’t know the price of one of her quail egg-sized ones.

Jian Zhe nodded in a daze.

**

In the suburbs, an abandoned warehouse.

Manager Lu was holding two cards in his hand. He slowly squatted down beside Shen Qing, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t you love money? Two million, and you’re still unwilling?”

He didn’t understand. With two million placed here, Shen Qing said she was unwilling.

The information on Shen Qing showed that she loved to take advantage of small gains, was vulgar, selfish, and mercenary.

He could naturally see that she was an extremely money-loving person.

Shen Qing glanced at the bank card, and after a long while, raised her head and smiled fawningly. “Manager, Manager Lu, the elderly in our neighborhood…”

“I thought we were the same kind of people, but… you really disappoint me too much.” Manager Lu smiled. He stood up and viciously stepped on Shen Qing’s right hand, lightly throwing the two bank cards to the side.

Shen Qing felt the pain in her fingertips, and her features instantly twisted together. “Manager, Manager Lu…”

Manager Lu appreciated Shen Qing’s painful appearance, then took a step back and tilted his head. “You guys come.”

Five minutes later.

“I didn’t expect you to still have a backbone,” he looked at Shen Qing who had collapsed to the ground, and lit another cigarette. “What about now?”

Shen Qing raised her head again. She spat at Manager Lu and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva. “Even swindling money from the elderly… can you even be considered human? Haha!”

“…” Manager Lu slowly wiped the saliva from his face with his hand, the smile at the corner of his mouth not diminished in the slightest, but his gaze was like a poisonous snake hidden in the abyss, like the python extending to his neck. “Teach her a good lesson for me.”

**

9:00 p.m.

Ji Mulan, who had just finished showering, answered the phone, and the towel in her hand almost fell to the ground. “What?”

She hung up the phone.

After getting dressed, she hurriedly went to get her coat.

“What’s wrong?” Xu En had just finished a meeting and saw Ji Mulan taking her coat and going out.

“My brother,” Ji Mulan frowned and took the car keys. “He’s at the hospital now. My sister-in-law is in the emergency room and needs panda blood. I’m the only one.”

She looked down on small citizens like Shen Qing who curried favor with the powerful.

But the call was from Ji Shaojun.

“Emergency?” Xu En hurried to follow, taking her car keys and handing them to his assistant. He had been drinking that night and couldn’t drive. “Don’t worry, I’ll go with you.”

Ji Mulan followed behind Xu En, feeling much more settled.

Arriving at Xiangcheng Central Hospital.

As soon as Ji Shaojun, who was standing at the main entrance, saw Ji Mulan, he hurried forward, grabbed her arm, and pulled her forward without saying a word.

“Bro, slow down!” Ji Mulan stumbled. “What exactly happened?”

Ji Shaojun didn’t say a word.

He directly handed Ji Mulan over to the nurse, his eyes deep. “She has panda blood.”

“Please prepare,” the nurse hurriedly took Ji Mulan to draw blood, not forgetting to give the critical condition notice to Ji Shaojun. “The patient’s condition is very poor.”

Ji Shaojun took the paper and signed his name on it with great trembling.

In just half an hour, three critical condition notices had been issued.

“You need to stay calm,” Xu En patted Ji Shaojun’s shoulder, then asked, “What happened to Abie’s aunt? If there’s anything I can help with, just say so.”

Ji Shaojun finished signing the critical condition notice and slowly sat down against the wall.

He didn’t say a word.

Ji Mulan quickly came out after donating blood, her face a bit pale.

“Where are Shen Qing’s family members?” The nurse took the blood bag in and out again, anxiously saying, “There’s not enough blood, and the patient’s condition is complicated. She has panda blood. We can’t do the craniotomy surgery. It’s best to go to a university-affiliated hospital in North City or a larger hospital. We’ve already applied for a consultation with a higher-level hospital, but they’re still providing feedback. I suggest you contact the hospital yourself as soon as possible.”

Transferring hospitals was not simple. It required advance application and connections.

The Xiangcheng Hospital was already responding to North City, but Shen Qing’s condition was really complicated, and she had panda blood.

The North City hospitals had not responded.

Xu En patted Ji Shaojun’s shoulder to comfort him, and gestured for the assistant to make a call to help contact hospitals for Shen Qing.

Xu En was from Jiangjing.

He usually only knew the chief physicians in Jiangjing. The assistant sent Ji Shaojun’s condition to the doctors. After reading it, they were very direct: “Tell Manager Xu, it’s too far. The patient can’t take the strain, and this surgery… I’m afraid only the hospital president can do it. I don’t dare to be the lead surgeon.”

The assistant had the external audio on, so everyone heard very clearly.

Ji Mulan couldn’t help but grip her coat tightly, feeling a bit dazed.

Although she disliked Shen Qing, she didn’t want to watch her die on the operating table.

It was actually this serious?

“Can you not contact that hospital president either?” Ji Mulan looked over at Ji Shaojun.

Then she lowered her voice and asked Xu En.

Xu En’s assistant pushed up his glasses and looked at Ji Mulan. He knew Ji Mulan. The old madam had never acknowledged her. It was said she had been married before and had a bad daughter.

Xu En wanted to take that daughter back, but the old madam directly mocked him for wishful thinking.

However, the assistant was not ambiguous towards Ji Mulan and only told the truth. “Madam, that is the president of the Jiangjing Hospital. His appointments are booked until next year. Not to mention Manager Xu, even Miss Xu would find it difficult to see him.”

How would Ji Mulan know about the situation in Jiangjing?

But upon hearing that even Xu Yajun couldn’t see that hospital president, she could roughly understand.

Xu En was silent for a while, then looked at his assistant. “Call the young master. He’s at Jiangjing University and should know some people.”

The assistant was a bit hesitant. Disturbing the young master, the old madam would scold again. But in the end, he still went to contact someone.

“Thank you,” Ji Shaojun sat on the ground, staring blankly at the emergency room. “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault…”

“Where are Shen Qing’s family members? The patient’s blood is not enough…”

Ji Mulan hurried forward.

The nurse glanced at her and shook her head. “No, you can’t donate again!”

Ji Mulan had donated a lot of blood and felt dizzy. She remembered that her number had been blocked by Bailian and asked Xu En to call her. “Hurry, Ah Lian (T/N: Bailian)… Ah Lian also has Rh negative blood!”