Forcing Me to Be a Godly Tycoon, Right?

Yan Ning had not reacted much when she heard the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the second half, she suddenly remembered that this was Zhang Jingdong's consistent modus operandi.

Then she said, "And then you immediately rejected them because you didn't want to turn your hobby into a profession, right?"

Upon hearing this, He Jieyu immediately realized that Zhang Jingdong must have played this trick with Yan Ning before, so she continued to watch the show.

Zhang Jingdong's bluff was called out, but he was not the least embarrassed and sighed, "Mr. Yan, you are getting to know me better and better!"

Yan Ning gave him a sidelong glance, "Then can you still write with a brush now?"

"Of course I can, but it will definitely be far worse than what you can write!"

Though he sounded modest, he directly reached for the brush in Yan Ning's hand.

Yan Ning was somewhat surprised but knew that this guy seldom made a move, and when he did, he would certainly surprise everyone, so she gave him the brush, curious and expectant.

Zhang Jingdong took the brush, dipped it heavily in ink, and then with a flourish, he penned Yi Qine - Loushan Pass:

"The fierce west wind, the cry of the wild geese, the frosty morning moon. Frosty morning moon, the sound of horses' hoofs breaking, the trumpets' sound choked. The majestic passes spread like iron, and now I begin again from the start. From the start, the green mountains like seas, the setting sun like blood."

When he finished the first line, Yan Ning decided that this guy was once again playing the pig to eat the tiger.

And after he finished the entire poem, Yan Ning teased, "Zhang Jingdong, could you repeat that you only practiced for a week back then?"

Zhang Jingdong pretended to be oblivious, "Mr. Yan, you wouldn't think what I've written is very good, would you?"

Yan Ning's gaze never left his calligraphy, "Though I'm reluctant to admit it, your writing really has a strong foundation."

"Especially since you've written such a poem, it's not an exaggeration to say that if you entered this piece into a calligraphy competition held by the association, I wouldn't be the one getting the first prize!"

He Jieyu also said, "Although I haven't studied calligraphy much, I must say, Mr. Zhang, this piece of yours is grand and powerful, seeping through the paper, tsk tsk, it is almost the only one I've seen that can match Mr. Yan."

Seeing Yan Ning mentioning the calligraphy competition twice, Zhang Jingdong asked curiously, "Mr. Yan, you just talked about some calligraphy competition held by an association. I can understand you practicing calligraphy to cultivate your character, but you don't look like someone who seeks fame or praise, right?"

Yan Ning, seeing that she had successfully piqued Zhang Jingdong's curiosity, said immediately, "You still want to use a real estate company to accumulate contacts and resources, and yet you don't even know what this association is for?"

Zhang Jingdong curled his lip, "So... what exactly is this association for?"

Yan Ning replied meaningfully, "If I were to explain in detail, I might not be able to make it clear to you in a short time, but let me just tell you a bit, the chairman of this association was once the third in command of our province."

Zhang Jingdong suddenly became enlightened, nodding thoughtfully, "So that's how it is."

Seeing that Zhang Jingdong understood, Yan Ning added, "He used to be the vice-chancellor of Political and Legal University, and many leaders in our province and Jiangdu City were his students back then."

As if she enjoyed seeing Zhang Jingdong in his humble state, or perhaps simply wanting to teach him something, Yan Ning added, "For some top figures, they are to some extent above the temptations of money and women; what they value more is intellectual enjoyment."

"If some people can very much resonate with them spiritually, then they would be very willing to help you solve some worldly problems."

Zhang Jingdong felt Yan Ning's well-intentioned advice and for once, he was very sincere, "Thank you, Mr. Yan, I have learned a lot!"

Seeing him suddenly so earnest, Yan Ning did not know how to respond for a moment.

After a pause, she continued, "If you want to stand out, I can refer you to join the association when the time comes. With your skill, you will definitely be able to make a name for yourself in the association quickly."

Zhang Jingdong seemed to have anticipated her words, and he said smoothly, "My current status probably isn't qualified enough; I'll consider it after my real estate company has made a name."

Although Yan Ning was turned down by him, she didn't feel the slightest bit unhappy, but rather felt reassured.

Because this precisely showcased his composure and the pride in his bones.

The latter had always been one of the qualities she admired most about him.

The two chatted for a while longer, each wrote a few more pieces of calligraphy, when Yuan Mei personally led two waitresses into the private room, and brought up all the food and dishes.

Yuan Mei is also a lover of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, otherwise, she wouldn't have designed her private kitchen this way.

In fact, she not only has a love for it but is also a master in each of these arts.

Even the customers of her private kitchen are music, chess, calligraphy, and painting enthusiasts she has personally selected—one would not be able to enter her place otherwise.

Yuan Mei saw the two by the writing table and came straight over.

Glancing at Yan Ning's calligraphy, she immediately exclaimed, "Mr. Yan, it seems you've been in a good mood lately, your writing is becoming more and more uninhibited!"

A trace of shyness flickered in Yan Ning's eyes, but she shifted to say, "I'm still not as uninhibited as Sister Mei, your writing is what I've always aspired to."

Seeing her dodge, Yuan Mei then looked at the calligraphy written by Zhang Jingdong beside her, and was immediately astonished, "Mr. Yan, this piece... did you bring it?"

Yan Ning caught her surprise and then said somewhat proudly, "No, it was written by him, would you like to take a look?"