At the venue of the calligraphy competition, the atmosphere was getting livelier and livelier.
"Director Xu, I should learn calligraphy from you if there's a chance."
"This 'Spring in Qin Garden' was really well written."
"Old Xu, gift this calligraphy piece to me!"
"No, you can't have it. I want it too!"
"I asked for it first! Haha, no one argue with me for it!"
A woman who was in charge of program team at Department 7, and seemingly on good terms with Xu Yipeng, went up to him and directly asked for his piece. Thereafter, she took the calligraphy scroll of "Spring in Qin Garden: Plum" for herself before the competition even ended. As the judges still had to select the top three contestants, she did not take it away, since the ink still had not dried yet either. However, that woman stood guard at the side of the calligraphy piece as though she were afraid someone would steal it from her.
Xu Yipeng felt very flattered.
