The Divine Heir

The Mysterious Gift [II]

Outside the gate.

An old man in a blue suit and wearing reading glasses walked slowly into the hall, exuding the elegant temperament of an old scholar from the late Civil war and early Reconnaissance America.

This person was none other than the current president of the National Calligraphy Association—Charles Moore.

Charles Moore came over with his hands behind his back, glared at Farrell coldly, and then spoke in a cold voice.

"We recently received a report that you were performing so-called 'inkjet calligraphy' with a syringe pen, which had an extremely bad impact on society and greatly damaged the reputation of our calligraphy community. After several days of discussion, we have decided to cancel your membership. In addition, all calligraphers have issued a joint statement to severely criticize the outside world and put an end to such incidents in the future! Don't even think about gaining a foothold in the calligraphy world!"

Bang!

Farrell bumped into the table and yelled like cr