170: C170 A Word

C170 A Word

2Ye Mo frowned and muttered.

"How strange …"

"What's the matter, customer? This calligraphy piece was written by our corporation's chief designer, Wuqing Zi."

Duty Manager, who was standing to the side, explained with a smile when he saw Ye Mo stop in his tracks.

"What?! It's the work of this master!"

Han Mao was surprised and asked in surprise.

There was no signature on this piece of paper. Other than those who specialized in this field, most people could only tell whether it was good or bad. However, they really couldn't tell who had written it.

He had heard of this Wuqing Zi before. He was a well-known painter and calligrapher in the country and abroad, and had a very high status in the cultural and artistic world. He was also a scholar, specialized in the study of exegesis, and was a popular Taoist disciple in his youth.

"That's strange. Although this calligraphy piece is extremely complicated and contained many emotions, it is not compatible with the style of the Knowledge Awareness Temple. It seems like it was written by someone else."

Ye Mo shook his head.

"You must have seen wrongly. Perhaps what you have seen before was fake, but this letter was personally written by Master Wuqing Zi. There is no doubt about this."

When Duty Manager saw this, he felt insulted. Although it was a reply with a smile on his face, there was disdain and contempt in his words.

Just a short while after the Sensory Vision, other than relying on the special chef's skills, it also relied on Master Wuqing Zi's design and the real work obtained by the vice general manager to attract customers. Every day, countless people came to admire the real work, wanting to see it.

The meaning in Duty Manager's words was obvious.

You are not qualified to see Master Wuqing Zi's real work. Now that you have seen the real work, you naturally do not recognize it. It is just like how a wild dog would not know the value of a gem and would only bark a few times!

"Maybe."

Ye Mo waved his hand nonchalantly, too lazy to argue with Duty Manager.

The counter lady quickly finished the formalities and brought Ye Mo and Han Mao to the private box.

"Director Ye, tell me, why do people always treat ignorance as their personality, and ignorance as their purity?"

Han Mao pretended to lower his voice and said. However, he did not control his voice much, so everyone present could hear him.

Ye Mo smiled and didn't say anything. Originally, he was too lazy to bother with Duty Manager's arrogance, but Han Mao couldn't bear it any longer. These two sentences were undoubtedly mocking Duty Manager for acting so incomprehensible.

Duty Manager was definitely not deaf. Hearing Han Mao's words, he knew that the other party was mocking him. His face was livid, but he didn't dare to say anything. With so many people around, it didn't matter if he cursed at the customers or not.

He scolded after Ye Mo and Han Mao left.

"These two bumpkins, they're f * * king idiots. They feel like they've become cultured just by looking at a few of the posters. Pah!"

Duty Manager also had a bad temper, he couldn't help but spit again. He wanted to spit on the faces of the two bumpkins.

"What are you doing!"

When he reacted to it, a flame of anger that had no name gushed out. He was just about to turn around and curse, but the moment he saw who it was, he immediately changed into a flattering expression.

"Director Wei, why did you come? Tell me in advance that I'll be out to welcome you!"

The person who came was a handsome young man in a custom-made suit with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was the CEO of Weitai Group, Wei Lizhu's son, Wei Chuan.

When Wei Chuan saw Duty Manager's flattering look, he frowned and said.

"This is a place to eat. Don't do such disgusting things."

"Yes, yes, yes!" "Your lesson is that I won't dare to do it anymore. Since there are two people here to cause trouble, I can't hold myself back."

Duty Manager was terrified and quickly explained.

"Someone is causing trouble?"

Wei Chuan frowned, although the Monastery had just been opened, it was still a business that belonged directly to Weitai Group. What kind of ignorant fellow would dare to come here and cause trouble?

"It's like this, Director Wei. Director Zhao asked Master Wuqing Zi for a word to hang here, and two people who don't know anything came in and pointed at him. They insisted that the word was fake and that it was a slap to the face of our corporation. Master Wuqing Zi is a member of our corporation, how could he come out with a fake word?"

Duty Manager bowed as he explained.

Wei Chuan looked up and noticed that there was a new word inside the Hall of Knowledge. He didn't know when it was posted, but he wasn't sure.

"Did Zhao Quanshun ask Mr. Wuqing Zi for it? How come I didn't know about this? "

Wei Chuan asked.

"How would Director Zhao dare to disturb you?"

Duty Manager flattered Wei Chuan without leaving any trace. However, Wei Chuan did not play any tricks and said that.

"Don't talk about the guests behind your back, there won't be a next time!"

"Yes!" Yes! "Never again!"

Seeing that he had avoided a crisis, Duty Manager promised immediately.

"Yes, prepare a feast. I want to invite a friend."

Wei Chuan instructed.

"Yes, I'll instruct the others to prepare them. No, I'll go prepare them myself!"

Duty Manager immediately stood up and ran towards the kitchen while shouting into the walkie-talkie.

Seeing the look of panic on the other side, Wei Chuan was not happy in his heart. All the relatives in Liu Hsingsheng's family were of the same moral character as him, they were restless, unable to accomplish anything well, and when he thought about missing an opportunity to cure his mother's illness this morning, Wei Chuan hated him even more.

"Didn't the customer notice just now?"

Wei Chuan asked the receptionist, who did not dare to move even a bit.

"No, Manager Liu only left after the two guests left …" "It's just like that."

When the front desk clerk saw the handsome CEO staring at her with a burning gaze, a blush unconsciously surfaced on her face.

"Yes."

Wei Chuan nodded, turned around and walked to the biggest private room in the Monastery.

Not long after the two of them entered the room, the waiters filed in and placed the exquisite dishes on the table one by one. The moment the lids were removed, the fragrance of the various dishes blended together perfectly.

Han Mao not only gulped down a mouthful of saliva, he had also eaten good food before, but when he suddenly saw this kind of delicacy after starving for a whole day, not many people would be able to endure it and turned to look at Ye Mo with an expectant expression.

"Eat, what are you looking at me for? Is there food on my face?"

Ye Mo indistinctly said as he stuffed a piece of rotten insides into his mouth.

It had also been a day since he had last eaten, so he was already a little hungry.

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