Zhang Chancellor, in a huff, quickened the pace of preparing the ink, making it so thick that it was almost unusable. Angrily, he added some water, seemingly overdoing it.
"In my lifetime, I've only encountered one person as unappreciative as you. With the scholarship of the Zhang Family, countless people wish to associate with me. Ha, I give face to no one, only valuing true talent and learning."
Finally, when the ink reached the desired consistency, Zhang Chancellor's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he said, "Think carefully, decide whether you want to be a beggar or follow me. Being my protégé, I can let you participate in this year's examinations. You've studied for years, consider if you wish to waste it to become a beggar. How would that be worthy of Confucius?"
