My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

The office gradually quieted down.

Zhao Guoli looked down at it for several minutes, then started reading it again from the beginning.

The secretary stood to the side, her face full of surprise.

He had followed Zhao Guoli for many years and had seen many important figures in the calligraphy association send him their works.

Zhao Guoli would sometimes nod and offer a few comments, and sometimes he would just glance at it before telling him to put it away in the cabinet.

This is the first time I've watched it so repeatedly, like today.

"Was this really written by a young person in their twenties?"

Zhao Guoli raised his head, his tone much more serious than before.

"I watched him finish writing it with my own eyes."

Zhao Gang said, "At first I thought he was new to calligraphy, so I offered to teach him the basics."

"But when he put pen to paper, I realized that I was simply not qualified to teach him."

"Later, he also pointed out several problems with my penmanship."

Zhao Guoli looked at the calligraphy copybook again: "Is it accurate?"

"Every question hit the nail on the head."

Zhao Gang did not hide anything: "After his demonstration, I finally understood why I had never been able to break through in the past."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guoli's fingers gently touched the edge of the calligraphy copybook.

He observed the turning points and endings again, his expression growing increasingly serious.

Given his skill in calligraphy, one can naturally see how difficult these strokes are.

This goes beyond mere skill.

What truly impressed him was the profound and weighty artistic conception conveyed in the calligraphy.

Without sufficient life experience and a strong mindset, one simply cannot write such a work.

But Zhao Gang said that the person who wrote the calligraphy was only in his twenties!

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

Zhao Guoli slowly uttered a few words.

"I can't write this calligraphy."

The secretary next to him suddenly looked up, almost doubting that she had misheard.

Zhao Guoli actually admitted that he couldn't write works of this caliber!

If this statement were to reach the calligraphy world, it would cause an unimaginable sensation!

Zhao Gang had long anticipated that his uncle would be surprised, but hearing this evaluation with his own ears still left him feeling unsettled.

"Uncle, I wasn't exaggerating, was I?"

"You're not exaggerating at all; in fact, you're being conservative."

Zhao Guoli's gaze never left the calligraphy copybook: "Judging from this one work alone, his calligraphy skills have surpassed most of the established masters in China."

"What's even more remarkable is that he's only in his twenties."

"Shen Ze..."

He murmured the name to himself, a strong sense of curiosity rising within him.

What exactly did this young man go through to be able to write with such artistic conception?

Where is he now?

"I'm temporarily staying in Shanghai, but I went to Yu Yehua's house yesterday."

Zhao Gang said, "He is Yu Yehua's son-in-law."

Zhao Guoli nodded and carefully rolled up the calligraphy copybook.

"I've been very busy with official duties these past few days and haven't been able to get away."

"I will pay a visit in person after I finish what I'm doing."

……

The Sun family of Longdu.

Sun Qingliang stood at the warehouse entrance, looking at the mountains of goods inside, his face frighteningly gloomy.

After Longsheng Group removed all of Sun's products from its shelves, goods from all over the country were returned one after another.

Clothing, cosmetics, jewelry, and health products filled multiple warehouses.

Newly produced goods cannot be delivered to shopping malls, and previously withdrawn inventory is constantly being returned.

In just a few days, the Sun family's losses have reached an astonishing figure.

"Master, if this continues, the warehouse will soon be insufficient."

The sales executive looked anxious: "Some cosmetics and health products have an expiration date. If we can't find a market for them as soon as possible, we'll have to sell them at a low price."

Another person added, "The dealers have already started urging customers to return the goods."

"Longsheng Plaza is our most important channel; other shopping malls simply can't handle this much stock."

"That's enough!"

Sun Qingliang interrupted sharply: "I'll go and handle this myself."

These days, he spends all his time plotting how to get revenge on Shen Ze.

But right now, the most important thing is to deal with this batch of unsold goods.

If the goods are allowed to pile up, the Sun family will suffer huge losses every day.

It's not too late for him to deal with Shen Ze after he's dealt with the inventory and sales channels!

Before leaving, Sun Qingliang called Sun Xiu into his study.

"Xiao Xiu, I'll be leaving Longdu for a few days. I'll be leaving things at home to you for now."

Sun Xiu nodded immediately: "Grandpa, don't worry."

"There is one more important thing than anything else."

Sun Qingliang said in a deep voice, "Overseas Chinese tycoon Ma Kang is about to come to Longdu to personally inspect the Sun family."

Upon hearing this name, Sun Xiu's expression changed.

Ma Kang moved overseas with his mother after she remarried when he was young. Later, he changed his nationality to a foreigner, took over his stepfather's business, and after more than 30 years of hard work, his net worth has reached 200 billion US dollars.

He has a great influence in overseas Chinese communities, and in his early years he even took the initiative to restore his Chinese citizenship.

Over the years, Ma Kang has consistently donated to impoverished areas in China, helping countless families.

Now, he is preparing to find a reliable entrepreneur in Longdu to jointly establish a charitable foundation.

The initial investment is a whopping 30 billion Softcoins!

This funding will be managed by the partner.

Even if most of the profits continue to be used for charitable causes, the management fees and normal investment returns alone can bring the Sun family billions of dollars in profits every year.

More importantly, once a cooperation is reached with Ma Kang, the Sun family's reputation both at home and abroad will be greatly enhanced.

"Mr. Ma heard that the Sun family was powerful and had an outstanding reputation, so he decided to come and investigate in person."

Sun Qingliang stared at Sun Xiu: "I should have received them personally, but this batch of goods must be dealt with immediately."

"Your father and several uncles are not in Longdu, your aunt is bedridden, and Shen Jianjun is not up to the task."

"This reception can only be entrusted to you."

Sun Xiu straightened his body: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely handle things well."

"No mistakes can be made."

Sun Qingliang repeatedly warned, "Mr. Ma has a special status, and his entourage may have sent people to conduct undercover investigations beforehand."

"These past few days I've been carefully screening all unfamiliar visitors."

"Upon meeting Mr. Ma, you must treat him with utmost respect and never look down on anyone because of their age or clothing."

"As long as we secure the 30 billion foundation, the Sun family's current losses will be insignificant."

"I see."

Sun Xiu readily agreed, and after leaving the study, he went to Sun Mei's ward first.

Sun Mei leaned against the headboard, holding a photo of Shen Cong in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

"My Congcong..."

"You were killed by Shen Ze..."

"Mom will definitely avenge you..."

As Sun Xiu listened to her sobbing, memories of his childhood surfaced in his mind.

Back then, Shen Cong often led him to bully Shen Ze.

They stole Shen Ze's things, pushed him to the ground, and even called him an unwanted bastard in front of Xu Ying.

Every time, Sun Mei would only protect Shen Cong.

Now that Shen Cong is dead, his aunt has been tortured beyond recognition.

Sun Xiu directed all his anger at Shen Ze.

"Auntie, please take care of your health first."

"Before my grandfather passed away, he entrusted me with the task of receiving Mr. Ma Kang."

"As long as the Sun family secures the 30 billion yuan charity fund, the current losses can be quickly recovered."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jianjun, who was sitting to the side, instantly showed a hint of anticipation on his face.