Everyone took their seats.
Everyone looked for their own spots.
Zhang Ye went to a small table in the back. "Teacher Su."
"Nicely done Teacher Zhang. Your few poems were enough to stun everyone." Su Na said jovially. She was not a bigoted person. She usually did not have the bearing of a Peking University teacher, and would joke around if necessary. "I have something I want to ask of you."
Zhang Ye sat down. "Go on."
Su Na said, "Can you give me the upper half of your couplet?"
Zhang Ye threw up his hands. "They have already been taken by President Wu. You can ask it from her."
"So you are agreeable to it? If you agree to it, I'll go over. Anyway President Wu likes poetry, and is probably not as interested in couplets, but my father likes it." Su Na said.
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It's for Uncle Su? Sure, no problem."
Su Na said happily, "Then it's settled. Thanks!"
At this moment, Master Zhou looked around and his sights landed on Zhang Ye. He waved at him and said, "Young lad. Haha, come over to the main table."
Main table?
Everyone was stunned!
The main table was for masters. Typical calligraphers were not qualified to sit there!
Master Wei also invited him. "That's right. Young man, come over. You have the qualifications to sit with us."
How could Zhang Ye go over? He immediately said, "Thank you, Masters. Thank you for thinking so highly of me, but I don't dare to impose, so I really won't be going over."
Wu Zeqing said, "Since he wants to sit over there, let him be. Let's eat."
A calligrapher in his forties was curious as he asked, "Old Wu, where did you get to know this person? Why have I never heard of him before? Does anyone know him?"
"No.