Meng Family, second floor.
In a study with the door wide open.
A mix of men and women were all smiles, surrounding a middle-aged man with slightly frosted hair tips, very spirited, admiring the calligraphy he had just written.
This middle-aged man was none other than Meng Bing's father, Lin Weiwei's uncle by marriage—Meng Haishan.
The gathering today was primarily to celebrate Meng Haishan's birthday. Meng Haishan was an executive in a large mixed-ownership enterprise and had previously held a stable government job, even serving as a leader in name for a while, so he had quite a distinguished air about him.
The men and women in this room were all subordinates of Meng Haishan.
In between chatting with them, an itch to exhibit his skill overcame Meng Haishan, and he decided to showcase the calligraphy he had been refining for years.
It appeared that his writing was quite authentic, with a touch of ancient elegance, drawing rounds of cheers from those around him.
