Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Competing for Talent!
After removing the innards, she picked up the fruit knife next to her, swiftly chopped it into pieces, washed them clean, and tossed them into the induction cooker nearby to boil.
Done, it’ll be ready to eat soon.
Pei Hong’s eyes were about to pop out.
Maybe he found the wrong person...
How could the hands that write calligraphy and play the zither be so deft at slaughtering a snake...
However, that face of Xia Weibao was unmistakable.
After struggling to accept this contrast of Xia Weibao, Pei Hong walked over.
His smile was very kind, "Hello, Miss Xia, I am Pei Hong, the head of the National Studies Association Folk Music Department. Very pleased to meet you."
As he spoke, he extended his hand towards Xia Weibao.
Xia Weibao looked at her wet hands, smiled awkwardly, quickly washed them, then took a towel to dry them before reaching out her hand to shake his.
In her heart, she was trying to recall who Pei Hong was.
Very quickly, she pulled up his information, remembering Yan Yuexian’s call last night, Pei Hong wanted to meet her.
A member of the National Studies Association, she probably already guessed his intentions.
"Hello, Senior Pei. May I ask why you’re looking for me?"
"Here’s the thing, I heard you can play the guqin."
"Yes."
Pei Hong’s eyes lit up, a bit excited, "Is it the Fuxi Finger Technique?"
Xia Weibao raised an eyebrow, with an expression that said ’just as I thought’, "That’s right."
Pei Hong got even more excited, "Could you play a piece for me?"
"Sorry, that’s not convenient."
Pei Hong, "..."
The excitement on his face instantly froze, how could she not follow the script, refusing so quickly, he didn’t even know how to respond.
A smile of awkwardness spread, "It’s like this, I wanted to invite you to join the National Studies Association Folk Music Department, and I need to test your level."
Xia Weibao laughed, "No need to try, I’m not interested in the National Studies Association."
This time Pei Hong couldn’t even maintain an awkward smile...
At least consider for a second, give me some face.
This was his first time being rejected after inviting someone.
Everyone else was eager to squeeze into the National Studies Association, but Xia Weibao turned him down, making Pei Hong’s face look a bit grim.
He felt Xia Weibao wasn’t giving him any face.
Her Majesty the Empress, a keen person, saw his cold expression and guessed his thoughts.
She spoke with dignity, "Senior Pei, my lack of interest in the National Studies Association is not against you, two people have already approached me before. If I truly wanted to join, I would have agreed long ago."
After all, the person was of high status, so she naturally wouldn’t embarrass him.
Pei Hong felt even more depressed, it was like the capital he was always proud of was insignificant in others’ eyes, it was really frustrating.
Just then, Xia Weibao’s phone rang, it was a call from Meng Songbai.
She smiled wryly, these National Studies Association people really were persistent.
"Sorry, I need to take this call."
Xia Weibao nodded towards Pei Hong, then answered the phone.
"Hey, Xiao Xia, have you thought it over, are you interested in joining the Calligraphy Department?"
"No..."
"Oh, okay, I’ll ask again tomorrow."
After saying that, he hung up, leaving Xia Weibao laughing in tears.
She didn’t deliberately avoid it, and Meng Songbai’s voice was loud, so Pei Hong naturally heard it too.
A sense of urgency arose, it was really a talent snatch this time.
Pei Hong smiled like a kindly old neighbor, "Xiao Xia, our Folk Music Department has many traditional instruments, and all kinds of enthusiasts, plus countless international resources. Joining the Folk Music Department is all gain and no loss."