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Chapter 367 – I can’t let the boss go bald! (2)

[Ink Painting Guru: Thank you, Boss.JPG]

Gu Shishi was very familiar with how to work this.

When she opened up the member list of the group, her look became very complicated.

Almost all of them were grandpas.

And a group of grandpas with high status and background no less – masters in the areas of traditional painting and calligraphy, etc.

All she needed to do is to randomly click open any of their friend’s circle and she could see their daily work.

She didn’t even need to see their work in person to be able to tell how incredible they were.

These individuals were arguably the pioneers and experts in the field of ink painting.

Then, looking closer at their chat, they were all but a group of old kids.

[Huang Chuan: @Ink Painting Guru, we will be meeting next Saturday for an exchange. Each of us will being one to two pieces of work with us to share at the meeting. There will also be an internal evaluation. No need to stress over it. The key point is to learn from each other.]

[Juntian: We call it a “friendly competitor” when we are all sort of nasty in reality.]

[Taishan: Last chance to place your bet. I am betting on our vice president as the winner of this quarter.]

[Juntian: @Taishan. If you wager your Huangshan ink stone, I will throw in my limited-edition purple-striped goat-hair brush.]

[Grandpa Di: The president had been busy as of late and didn’t have a lot of time to practice. He is not at his best right now so I am going to wager on myself. I am wagering my previous Huangqu paper weight.]

Gu Shishi rubbed her nose.

They all sounded very shrewd.

Huang Chuan immediately provided her with the time and location three times and cleared the screen.

[Huang Chuan: @Ink Painting Guru. We shall we waiting for your arrival. Don’t feel bad if you can’t make it. We get together from time to time. There will always be a next time.]

Gu Shishi checked her calendar and, at least for now, she was free that day.

It was a rare opportunity to be able to socialize with the ink painting masters here too.

Besides, this group of members of her grandfather’s age gave her a very familiar feel. They reminded her of her mean-tongued and fun-loving master.

[Ink Painting Guru: Yes, thank you, President Huang. I will try my best to be there.]

She thought about it a little and sent a red pocket to the group.

There were a total of 33 members in the group and not very many of them were talking in the meantime.

She only sent 20 red pockets, 200 yuan.

And they were all gone within a second!

Gu Shishi was taken aback a little.

Images of a bunch of grandfathers with white goatie and white hair, even with their bifocal lens racing and slamming their fingers over the phone, fighting over the red pockets appeared in her mind.

Most importantly – so many of them were just lurking!

Lurkers came in all ages!

[Thank you, Boss.JPG]

[Looking like I just received 1 million yuan.JPG]

[The newcomer is kind of cute.JPG]

[*Cup fists* *Cup fists*]

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The number of people posted went up drastically all of a sudden.

Gu Shishi found that almost entertaining.

The idea of bringing a piece of her work with her make her somewhat nervous.

She had very little work with her because she needed to fulfill her assignments before.

If she was to join them next week, she will need to start on someone new right now.

The quality couldn’t be too poor. She didn’t want to give the first impression of just being flashy.

As she was pondering, her action of flipping through the action slowed.

What should she draw then?

Lately her mind had been filled with the ocean view, sun, beach, and sea turtles at Maldives.... Of course there was also her cool and domineering man who was exploding with pheromone.

Had she really drawn such salacious painting to show a group of grandpas, she worried that they would just boot her out!

“What are you thinking about?”

She heard the door opened up behind her when she wasn’t paying attention.

Ever since she said she would rather change her surname rather than getting a divorce, the man had stopped knocking on the door before he walked inside.