9 'Tai Si Kong' the Calligraphy Painting of Tranquility Part I

Bai Zhe went over to check on Bai Lian Hua. He pressed his qi-filled fingers to several parts of the woman’s body, pretending to be massaging her. He expected her to recover in a short amount of time.

Bai Qing Yun had not asked about the origin of the large amount of money in the boy’s account yet. He decided to wait until his wife had regained consciousness so they could discuss it together.

Bai Lian Hua regained consciousness a short time later. Then, the interrogation regarding the money’s origin began. Bai Zhe told the truth: Uncle Fu’s client had bought his calligraphy painting.

“You should tell better lies. You did some illegal job, right?” Bai Qing Yun had a scary expression aimed at Bai Zhe. He did not believe that his son was good enough at calligraphy painting to make Uncle Fu’s client pay him this much money.

Bai Zhe did not say much. He took out a pen and wrote a character on a piece of paper, concealing his intention within it. Although it was written with a ballpoint pen, the parents could feel the rays of love from the character “love ” that their son had written. The warmth when they were close, the fire of desire when they slept skin to skin in bed—they had felt all these feelings before when they were newly married.

“Do you believe me now?” asked Bai Zhe.

“Well, if you are this good, why don’t you make money from it?” Bai Qing Yun asked.

“Come on, dad. Don’t be greedy. I don’t know much about this industry. It’s better not to risk it. Some old men are very stubborn and possessive of their positions,” answered Bai Zhe.

“He’s right. Like da… Ahem, just one is enough.” Bai Lian Hua fully supported her son, but it was like she had almost let something slip.

“Fine. But do not waste it, okay?” Bai Qing Yun insisted again firmly.

“Okay. And I withdrew some money for you to pay the rent.” He handed the money he had set aside for the rent to Bai Lian Hua, which made her pull him into a hug.

‘So, the warmth from parents is like this?’ the boy thought and hugged her back. He closed his eyes to absorb this feeling.

Then, he helped Bai Lian Hua make dinner. As for Bai Qing Yun, he was in charge of cooking rice. This was the first time in decades that the Bais’ stomachs were full.

Bai Zhe had already eaten qi food, but he still joined the dinner, so his parents would not get suspicious about his diet—even though he had to waste time cleaning up the contaminants from his body later.

Bai Zhe helped Bai Lian Hua wash the dishes after dinner, while Bai Qing Yun went to watch television in the bedroom. After all the chores had been done, Bai Zhe did his homework and studied as he was waiting for Bai Lian Hua to take a shower.

‘The homework is done. I should start writing the novel in an empty notebook.’ He took out an empty notebook, then used his pen to write down the story of his master who was the greatest swordsman of Da Xian.

Xi Lua Real Estate Company

Xi Lua was looking at Bai Zhe’s painting, his lips repeatedly reciting the poem. No other paintings had ever impressed him this much before.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in,” Xi Lua said, giving permission after hearing the knock.

An old man who was the same age as Xi Lua entered when the door opened. He was Xi Lua’s best friend, Meng Dong, and the chairman of Ji Xeng Construction Company.

“Friend, let me see which painting has made you call me to redecorate your collection room,” said Meng Dong.

Xi Lua beckoned with his hand, inviting his friend to look at the painting on his desk that he had just been admiring. Meng Dong’s reaction was exactly what he had imagined; the man was shaking with excitement.

“Which god has created this piece of art? Look at how new this paper is and this highly unique handwriting. At first, I thought it belonged to Master Lua, from whom you have requested paintings, but it is not. The characters’ purposes are so powerful. This is totally different.” Meng Dong did not know how to describe how excellent the poem was.

“Would you believe me if I tell you that the artist is just a fifteen-year-old boy?” said Xi Lua.

“R…really?” Meng Dong looked at Xi Lua; his face showed that he still could not believe what he heard.

“I’ve never lied to you,” Xi Lua assured him.

“Can you make an appointment with him? I want calligraphy paintings from him as well,” said Meng Dong.

“Of course. I will have my assistant contact him,” said Xi Lua. He called his assistant to make an appointment with Bai Zhe for tomorrow if the boy was available.

Meanwhile, Meng Dong was still looking at the painting. He murmured the poem again and again as his friend had done before. Xi Lua was the same. After a moment, his assistant got back to him with the news that Bai Zhe had confirmed their appointment.

“All done, my friend,” said Xi Lua with a smile when he hung up the phone with his assistant.

“Oh, that's brilliant.” Meng Dong was really happy. Xi Lua and he were in the calligraphy painting enthusiast club. They had a lot of friends in this club as well. The members had a measure of power and some connections, more or less, in their careers. Sometimes, they also exchanged business benefits.

“Well, how’s Xiao Qing? I heard that she is an intern at Mr. Tian Peng’s LSA (Legacy Star Agency) company,” said Xi Lua.

“Mm-hmm. She is training in every department, one at a time. After 3 months, the head of each department will decide which department she should be placed in. They pay more attention to the quality of actual work ability than a degree,” said Meng Dong, actually in agreement with the company on this.

“Mm, our grandkids don’t want to rely on our influence, do they? Rather, they are paving their own way. That’s great. So Xiao Qing wants to be a manager, then?” asked Xi Lua.

“Correct. But don’t know if that would be possible,” said Meng Dong.

“Being a celebrity manager, the more connections one has, the greater the chance for success. But Xiao Qing doesn’t want to use the connections that we have. Therefore, there is only one way, which is for her to find a diamond of the first water who is highly talented, which would be enough to make up somewhat for the lack of connections,” said Xi Lua.

“Xiao Mo’s work is going great, right? I heard that he was nominated for best male model this year. And 2 or 3 television series have contacted him. One of them is Chen Feng’s, I believe,” Meng Dong said.

“That’s why I barely get to see him.” Xi Lua suddenly seemed sad because recently, his grandson barely had time to meet him. He rarely even called him.

“Let’s talk about your redecorating this room, shall we?” Meng Dong changed the topic to lighten his friend's mood.

The two discussed what to change to make the painting stand out in the room, which instantly dispelled Xi Lua’s feelings of sadness.

LSA Legacy Star Agency Company, Management Department

“Xiao Qing, is everything ready in regards to the appointment for Ni Fong’s promoter contract signing that you were asked to handle?” a middle-aged female employee asked Qing Qing, who had been an intern at the company for over two months.

“Yes, everything is ready. This is the date, the time, and the place for the contract signing. Oh, I also checked Ni Fong’s schedule with his manager. The dates and time in the document are the days that he is available,” answered Qing Qing, handing the details of this contract to the woman.

That was right. This was Meng Dong’s granddaughter. She had shiny brown hair and peach-blossom eyes. Her lips were covered in nude lipstick, giving her lips a natural pink tinge. Her features, though not strikingly attractive, made her look cute and adorable.

“Mm, great. So, can you take the document to Qi Fong, Xi Mo’s manager? I think they are having a meeting with a television series director in meeting room one.” The middle-aged woman handed Qing Qing a brown envelope.

“Certainly.” She took the envelope, then walked out of the department to the meeting room.

In front of the Meeting Room One