Zhang Ming, as if seeing right through Ye Chen's thoughts, smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, I just witnessed your brilliance at the banquet."
"If you could join our Calligraphy Association, I'm certain you will achieve great accomplishments in the art of calligraphy. In no time, you'll become the most dazzling star in the literary world of the entire Huaxia and even the whole world."
"Moreover, I can assure you that there are absolutely no disrespectful people towards you in our Calligraphy Association."
Zhang Ming had also seen the people from the Literary Society mocking Ye Chen at the banquet.
His words weren't very direct, specifically to sow discord between Ye Chen and the Literary Society.
Sun Bolin, of course, understood the meaning behind his words, and his expression was slightly angry.
"Zhang Ming, what nonsense are you spouting?"
He was also afraid that Ye Chen would recall the unpleasant events that happened at the banquet just now.
