The next day was the weekend. Qi Wenshi brought Qin Churou to the Painting Association.
Qi Wenshi was indeed not as good as before. However, in the painting field, many people still had to call him a senior.
However, in the eyes of some respected artists, they looked down on Qi Wenshi.
When Qi Wenshi came over, the members of the Painting Association in H City recognized him and respectfully welcomed him in.
"Call your chairman, Wu Chong, over here," Qi Wenshi ordered.
"The chairman is at home." The member was in a difficult position.
Today was the weekend, and only some members of the Association were left on duty here. Most of them were staying at home on vacation.
Without any special circumstances, the chairman of the Association would not come over.
"Call him and tell him that I, Qi Wenshi, am looking for him." Qi Wenshi's face was stern.
"Alright, I'll go and ask him."
