Chapter 372 - Master Weis Disciples Provocation! (1/2)

Everyone took their seats.

Everyone looked for their own spots.

Zhang Ye went to a small table in the back. ”Teacher Su.”

”Nicely done Teacher Zhang. Your few poems were enough to stun everyone.” Su Na said jovially. She was not a bigoted person. She usually did not have the bearing of a Peking University teacher, and would joke around if necessary. ”I have something I want to ask of you.”

Zhang Ye sat down. ”Go on.”

Su Na said, ”Can you give me the upper half of your couplet?”

Zhang Ye threw up his hands. ”They have already been taken by President Wu. You can ask it from her.”

”So you are agreeable to it? If you agree to it, I'll go over. Anyway President Wu likes poetry, and is probably not as interested in couplets, but my father likes it.” Su Na said.

Zhang Ye smiled and said, ”It's for Uncle Su? Sure, no problem.”

Su Na said happily, ”Then it's settled. Thanks!”

At this moment, Master Zhou looked around and his sights landed on Zhang Ye. He waved at him and said, ”Young lad. Haha, come over to the main table.”

Main table?

Everyone was stunned!

The main table was for masters. Typical calligraphers were not qualified to sit there!

Master Wei also invited him. ”That's right. Young man, come over. You have the qualifications to sit with us.”

How could Zhang Ye go over? He immediately said, ”Thank you, Masters. Thank you for thinking so highly of me, but I don't dare to impose, so I really won't be going over.”

Wu Zeqing said, ”Since he wants to sit over there, let him be. Let's eat.”

A calligrapher in his forties was curious as he asked, ”Old Wu, where did you get to know this person? Why have I never heard of him before? Does anyone know him?”

”No.”

”It's also my first time seeing him.”

The others also glanced at Zhang Ye.

Wu Zeqing said with a faint smile, ”I'm sure you all know him. As for who he is, let me keep you all in suspense for the moment. Isn't everyone hungry?  If not, I'll be the first to dig in!”

Ah?

All of us know him? It can't be!

Master Zhou roared with laughter. ”Right, let's eat first.”

Mr Feng, who had previously partic.i.p.ated in the compet.i.tion, said, ”Little Wu, don't say anything else. Please give me that 'Lady Yu, the Royal Beauty', if not, don't think of getting a gift from me.”

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, ”Teacher Feng, you are depriving me of a beloved item.”

Mr Feng snorted. ”I lost to a junior and have lost all my face. How can I not get some benefits? So it's settled, that piece of calligraphy is mine!”

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, ”I'll think about it.”

Mr Feng stared. ”What's there to think about? You scammed all us old fogeys, and we haven't even settled scores. If we knew your teammate was so good at poetry and his calligraphy being so good, why the heck would we even try to compete with him!” They had really lost quite unjustly. They had lost based on literary skills.

Wu Zeqing said helplessly. ”Alright then. 'Lady Yu, the Royal Beauty' is yours.”

Mr Feng drank a mouthful of wine happily. ”That's more like it.”

With that, Mr w.a.n.g also spoke, ”’The Lavishly Decorated Zither' is mine!”

”I want that 'Mourning Day'. Haha, I like those ominous poems. Old Wu, you have to forgo your love. Later on, I'll write a piece of calligraphy to exchange with you.” Another calligrapher said.

So in a short while, all of Zhang Ye's poetry had been handed out, leaving not a single one with Wu Zeqing.

It was very common for calligraphers to exchange calligraphy pieces, not to mention that these were the original poems written by Zhang Ye for the first time. They had their value as collectables. Everyone knew this youth would one day amount to something. If he were to one day become a Master, these poetry's value would increase tenfold, maybe even a hundredfold.

When Chen Mo, who was sitting at the third table, heard the conversation at the main table and saw how Zhang Ye's poetry was so popular, his frown tightened.

A youth secretly said, ”Wu Zeqing brought someone to mess things up!”

Another youth added, ”It's too much. This is our teacher's birthday. Not only did he win the auspicious item that our teacher wanted, he even smacked the faces of so many teachers. What is he doing?”

The first youth said, ”Senior brother, you must seek justice for our old master!”

These were all Master Wei's disciples.

Chen Mo's expression looked certain as he whispered, ”Watch me!”

The banquet began.

The second segment also began.

Someone came over, ”Master Wei, let me offer you a toast.”

Another youth came over, ”Big Sis Wu, happy birthday.”

A few people came over, and took out the birthday presents they prepared. Someone gave Master Wei an ink slab, while someone gave Wu Zeqing a roll of painting he drew.

One...

Five...

Ten...