The waiter left with the three calligraphies, after which a middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties entered. He had a defined face shape with thick brows and black-framed spectacles. He first clasped his hands together before the group before asking in Japanese, “I wonder if I can have the few calligraphies that you guys have written? As repayment, I will waive off the bill for this meal.”

Chiaki Ochi and Hiro Iwata exchanged a glance and smiled. They practised their calligraphy in their leisure, so they never expected that they could enjoy a free meal. Hence, they’re naturally overjoyed.

Waving his hand, Hiro Iwata replied, “You’re too polite. Since you’re showing such hospitality, then we won’t refuse your offer.”

“May I ask who wrote the poem by Du Fu?” The middle-aged man laughed.

Hiro Iwata was briefly stunned since he knew that the boss only made this decision since he was captivated by Su Tao’s calligraphy. Despite feeling some disappointment in his heart, he still proudly said, “The poem was written by him, and he’s a Chinese.”

The middle-aged man was first shocked since he never expected...