Master Pei's Wife is a Devil Concubine Chapter 403 - 403 Helping My Wife Win

Chapter 403 - 403 Helping My Wife Win

403 Helping My Wife Win

On the first floor, Duan Shengquan finished some data a.n.a.lysis and was very satisfied with CEO Pei’s appearance today.

What surprised him even more was that CEO Pei’s appearance had caused the viewers.h.i.+p to skyrocket again. Moreover, he did not ask for copyright fees from them!

It was awesome.

Duan Shengquan ordered a big meal for the guests. When everyone arrived, he looked at Su Ji happily. “CEO Pei gave you so much face this time. This shows that Blue Whale really wants to nurture you. You must work hard in the future and perform well to repay the agency and CEO Pei…”

He thought that CEO Pei might be watching. However, no one really reacted to his words.

All the female guests knew about Su Ji and Pei Huai. As for the male guests, after what had just happened, only Li Shuguo did not know the truth. He chuckled and said, “Director Duan is right.”

“Alright, I understand.”

[ “The workplace is like a battlefield. Su Ji, you can do it!!” ]

**

Two days later, the preliminary results of the National Calligraphy Compet.i.tion were out.

Su Ji immediately noticed that “Helping My Wife Win” was ranked at the top of the list.

That night, after Su Ji talked to the director, he prepared a small room without cameras for her to teach calligraphy.

This was not the first lesson after the new year, but it was the first lesson after the preliminary round.

Su Ji printed out the nickname of the person who was first on the list and pasted it on the wall behind her. As soon as her students showed up, they could see it.

Regardless of whether they pa.s.sed the preliminaries or not, they all shared a common enemy!

No one knew who the person was. All they knew was that the person was really good.

After Su Ji’s lesson, before she turned off the camera, she threw a dart at the center of the piece of paper with the name written on it.

At the same time, a CEO, who was having a meeting and attending the calligraphy cla.s.s at the same time, felt a pain in his forehead.

**

Many people in the entertainment industry knew that Su Ji knew how to write in the Huajin script style, but it was not necessarily the case for people outside the entertainment industry.

w.a.n.g Yi came out of his room and was about to go to the kitchen downstairs to get himself a gla.s.s of water when he happened to pa.s.s by Su Ji’s room. She opened the door and came out.

w.a.n.g Yi saw that the rice paper in her hand was still wet and looked like some kind of ancient book. He seemed to be interested and stopped to chat with her.

He pushed up his gla.s.ses, and the lenses reflected the faint light from above. “May I have the honor of admiring it?”

Su Ji handed it to him. At the same time, she looked at him and asked, “Dr. w.a.n.g, did you go to the research inst.i.tute today?”

w.a.n.g Yi put down the cup. He nodded, but he was not paying attention. “Yeah, I go there almost every day. ”

Su Ji did not say anything. She looked at him with a suspicious look.

Professor w.a.n.g looked like an honest person. He was definitely not a liar, but how come the netizens didn’t manage to take a photo of him at the research inst.i.tute?

w.a.n.g Yi looked at her writing.

Su Ji rolled it up very casually. Some of the words had been smeared, but one could still tell how beautiful it was before it was smeared.

“You wrote this?”

Su Ji said yes.

w.a.n.g Yi nodded.

As expected, a girl who could capture Pei Hua’s heart must be different.

He looked at it for a while and said with uncertainty, “this is…Huajin…”

Su Ji nodded, “I didn’t expect you to recognize it. It’s the Huajin script style.”

“I know a bit about it, but I’m not proficient in it.” w.a.n.g Yi was very humble.

“Huajin script style…was a script style from thousands of years ago. It’s impressive that you can write it.”

He did not often praise others, but he was very sincere when he praised Su Ji.

He was pa.s.sionate about things like that.

“Professor w.a.n.g, are you interested in ancient script styles?”

w.a.n.g Yi nodded hesitantly. “I guess you can say that.”

Su Ji said, “I know a friend. Not only does he know the Huajin script style, but also those from other dynasties…”

w.a.n.g Yi looked at her and carefully helped her roll up the papers, “actually, this live stream is also a very good educational platform. We shouldn’t waste such a great exposure. If there’s a chance, you should invite your friend to the house as a guest. We can teach the netizens about the script styles of each dynasty. It will be educational and entertaining.”

He was right.

Before Su Ji went upstairs, she told Director Duan about it.

Director Duan was very supportive.

Since the calligraphy compet.i.tion was in full swing, introducing the ancient script styles in the live stream at this time would be in line with the country’s goal.

Then, Duan Shengquan asked Su Ji when her friend would be free.

“Tell him that we’ll reimburse him, it won’t be a waste of time.”

Su Ji thought about it and asked instead of answering, “how much can you give him? ”

Recalling how well that person had planned, Su Ji had reason to believe that the amount of money would determine if he would and when he would be coming.

Duan Shengquan: “…”

Last time, on Pei Huai’s birthday, the birthday present Su Ji gave him was painted by that person. From the fact that the painting was still hanging in Pei Huai’s study, he probably still didn’t know that it was painted by him.

Su Ji never had the time to thank him for this.

At this moment, she spoke righteously, as if Professor w.a.n.g had possessed her. “I think money should be spent on promoting Chinese culture. Actually, the live stream is also a very good educational platform. Such a large amount of exposure should not be wasted…”

Needless to say, w.a.n.g Yi’s words managed to convince him. In the end, Duan Shengquan offered a very good price.

When Su Ji returned to the room, Nan Miaomiao had already gone into the bathroom to take a shower.

An out-of-tune singing voice was heard amidst the sound of water.

Su Ji propped up a big, soft pillow and leaned lazily on the bed.

She found Bian Tong on WeChat and sent him a message.

She first told him that she wanted to invite him to the house to talk about ancient script styles.

She could see that he was typing for a while. Judging from the speed of the reply, it was obvious that he was looking for a reason to refuse. However, before he could send it, Su Ji sent another message with the price Duan Shengquan offered.

There was a pause before the word ‘typing’ appeared again for two seconds.

[ Bian Tong: “When?” ]

[ Bian Tong: “It is my duty to promote our culture.” ]