Gu Tongxiang cheerfully lit a piece of cedar wood with a lighter, then used it to light the other's cigar, before relighting the one in his own hand.
"You're really something, Old Wu. Thank you so much. Gu Weijing didn't call you Grandpa Wu for nothing since he was a kid."
He glanced at the artist certificate in Gu Weijing's hand, smiling like a steamed bun.
Gu Tongxiang also had a similar set of things himself, but right now, looking at what his grandson held, it seemed more like a precious treasure.
"Has the Calligraphy and Painting Association ever had a member as young as my grandson?" Gu Tongxiang was quite proud.
The Calligraphy and Painting Association,
if it were organized by amateur enthusiasts from East Asia, it really wouldn't be of much use, mostly just a way to fool outsiders into buying paintings.
But when it comes to an official organization,
even if it's just a title with little power, sometimes it's really quite hard to get in.
