Chapter 142 141. Return to your hometown to retire? Catch this wave of wealth falling from the sky!
Seeing so many people pouring into the live broadcast room so early.
Han Qing really wants to write down the IDs of these people one by one to see if these people stay awake every day? Got up after six o'clock to watch the live broadcast?
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of people entered, and then in less than a minute it passed 200,000, and it was still rising rapidly, heading towards the 300,000 mark.
The barrages are also densely packed and active, proving that they are all living people, not robots.
"Is it raining? Did everyone get up so early today?"
"So many people holding umbrellas and going out to play together, it feels so good."
"Walking in the rain!"
< br>"Good morning, Xiao Qingzi, Lao Jiang."
"Have you had breakfast?"
"It really feels a bit like Jiangnan. It is worthy of being the little Jiangnan in the Northeast."
"I watched Lao Jiang's live broadcast yesterday. I have already booked a ticket to Mudanjiang tomorrow. It's a pity that I can't meet Lao Jiang by chance. ”
"Similarly, I have already planned to go to Mudanjiang in Northeast China by the end of the year to see Xiaojiangnan in Northeast China."
...
Many people in the live broadcast room said that they will plan to go to Mudanjiang in the near future to see Look at Xiaojiangnan in the Northeast.
It feels like this is a hidden place.
Han Qing didn't say anything, she just followed Jiang Chen with an umbrella in one hand and a mobile phone holder in the other, with the camera facing Jiang Chen.
Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing all followed quietly. They rarely got up so early, but the pattering rain and the chill of autumn made them energetic. .
As the landowner, Zheng Zehao continued to introduce the scenery here to Jiang Chen, and at the same time told stories about the past and the happy moments when he was a child.
Everyone who returns to his hometown where he grew up will always have endless happy stories to tell.
When we reached the path, it was full of mud. Zheng Zehao gave a few people some sticks and pillars to lean on and move forward slowly.
Han Qing said softly: "When I walked here, I really felt like I was in our hometown in southern Hunan. It was lush, light rain was pouring, and there were clear blue rivers with raindrops on the water. It was so beautiful! "
Chen Xiaojia smiled and said: " Yes, it is a bit like our Suzhou. It is indeed the small Jiangnan in the Northeast."
A few people were holding umbrellas and standing in the woods by the river, looking at the river, feeling the slight autumn wind and listening to the light rain. The sound of ticking on the leaves, enjoying the tranquility of the morning countryside.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath and felt a coolness throughout his body. He was full of energy and said with a smile: "Brother Hao, your place is really suitable for retirement."
Zheng Zehao smiled and said: "I plan to retire here in the future! If you like it, you can come over too, and the yard where we live now will be given to you. No one lives in it anyway, so it is enough for me to live in my old house at home. "
Zheng Zehao said, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes again.
For the new yard of his wedding house, he saved money for several years and spent hundreds of thousands to build it. He thought it was his home, but now no one lives in it.
Jiang Chen patted Zheng Zehao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you, but no, it's too far from my home. You want to spend more time with your parents, but I also want to."
Zheng Zehao sighed: "Yes, I have no wife, no children, and no career. At such an old age, I have accomplished nothing, so I have to take care of something, right? What I can do now is to take good care of my parents and let them enjoy their old age."< br>
Jiang Chen didn't say what he was thinking.
——If the only son does not get married, can the parents enjoy their old age with peace of mind?
Especially, Zheng Zehao’s family is from a rural area, and his parents’ obsession is even deeper.
If Zheng Zehao doesn't get married and start a family in the future, I'm afraid his parents will be sad every day and they won't be able to enjoy their old age with peace of mind.
However, Jiang Chen will not make irresponsible remarks on Zheng Zehao's life. He himself doesn't understand it. He is also the only son in the family. He has also not married and started a family. Now he has to live outside every day. Hear or see your mother urging you.
Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, and Chen Xiaojia who were standing next to them looked at Jiang Chen's back and felt a little touched in their hearts.
Chen Xiaojia was bolder and asked: "Jiang Chen, do you want to return to Chengdu to settle down in the future? To be closer to your uncle and aunt?"
Han Qing and Pu Yuexi raised their eyebrows. ear.
Jiang Chen smiled: "I don't know yet!"
He did have this idea. He would settle back in his hometown to be closer to his parents and make it easier to take care of them.
But...
If he didn't get married, he would be so close to his parents every day.
So!
He was still hesitating and didn't know what to do.
For the time being, he is too lazy to think about those troublesome things. He just wants to relax and end this trip smoothly. Don't travel with heavy worries. That would be meaningless. So it is better to With all your worries settled, you can set out in a relaxed way.
"Hey, the rain stopped!"
Han Qing said in surprise.
The patter of rain gradually stopped, the raindrops on the water became much rarer, and the sound of dripping on the leaves was almost inaudible.
A little bit of sunshine appears on the eastern hills, making people feel comfortable and happy.
Chen Xiaojia shouted towards the place where the sun was rising. The sound spread along the water, but it didn't spread far.
Zheng Zehao's expression also relaxed a lot. Under the mood of sunny weather after the rain, he seemed to have figured out some things. He smiled and said: "Let's go, it's getting late. Breakfast at home should be ready. Let's eat first when we go home. After eating Let’s go out after dinner to take you to play.”
Jiang Chen was deep in love again. Breathing in the cool breath of autumn morning, he nodded and said: "Okay, let's go home and have breakfast. We're a little hungry."
A few people walked back again, and the walk back was much easier and smoother. More raindrops fell, and the muddy road underfoot became easier to walk on.
Back at Zheng Zehao's house smoothly, a car stopped at the door again. It was Lao Wang's car. There was Xiao Li in the car, as well as a cameraman carrying a camera.
When the three of them saw Jiang Chen and his party coming back, they all hurriedly smiled and waved to say hello.
"Good morning, Jiang Chen."
"Good morning, Jiang Chen, don't worry about us."
"We are just recording it!"
Jiang Chen nodded to the three of them, Without saying anything, he walked directly into the large courtyard of Zheng Zehao's house.
The aroma of breakfast has wafted out.
Lao Wang sat in the driver's seat, looked at Jiang Chen's live broadcast room, and said softly: "When Jiang Chen finishes breakfast, I will go and talk to him about copyright."
Xiao Li muttered: "The above has given us a budget of hundreds of thousands, can Jiang Chen authorize us? Do you know how popular Jiang Chen's songs are now? The number of downloads in Mudanjiang in one night is It's less than a million, and any copyright he sells starts at a few hundred thousand. This is because Jiang Chen doesn't have a brokerage company to promote it, and he relies purely on the quality of his work to spread the popularity, and the price is high. It starts at a few hundred thousand, so Jiang Chen should be higher!”
Xiao Li felt a little sorry for Jiang Chen.
Old Wang sighed: "What should I do? This is already the largest amount I have obtained. I was given a budget of 50,000 yuan at the beginning. It took me a long time to get 150,000 yuan. . As long as we use the license and don't want to be exclusive, it shouldn't be a big problem for us. Mudanjiang local, I think Jiang Chen will agree to use the song Mudanjiang.”
The cameraman said: “It is already being used on the TV station, and it is planned to be used in all aspects of our promotion this year. This song.”
Lao Wang frowned, worried. He was afraid that if he couldn't buy Jiang Chen's license to use Mudanjiang's song with 150,000 yuan, then there would be trouble later.
As for the local promotion of Mudanjiang, if Jiang Chen’s Mudanjiang song cannot be used because there is no authorization, the effect will be greatly reduced, and the loss will definitely not be measured by hundreds of thousands.
If they don’t catch this wave of wealth and wealth from the sky, they will definitely be laughed to death by the locals and many outside netizens.
Now is the Internet age. In many places’ cultural and tourism promotions, officials personally act as actors to show their sincerity to the people across the country, hoping to attract tourists to travel and spend money. And Mudanjiang has become popular this time because of Jiang Chen. If they still can't seize the opportunity, it will really be unjustifiable.
Lao Wang immediately picked up the phone and called the leader again. After struggling for a while, he hung up the phone and said with a smile: "Okay, I want another 100,000 yuan! 250,000 yuan to buy a song license, which is a lot." The market price is high.”
Xiao Li nodded: “That’s about it!”
A few people were chatting first when Zheng Zehao came over with 30,000 soy milk and a bag of steaming pancakes: "Guys, thank you for your hard work. Eat some hot breakfast!"
Old Wang The three people hurriedly declined, but they couldn't. They could only take it and eat it, and then watched Zheng Zehao go back.
Xiao Li said in a low voice: "This Zheng Zehao is Jiang Chen's good friend, and he is honest. He graduated in 1985. He has worked in Shanghai for many years and has rich experience. Now he is unemployed when he returns to his hometown. Otherwise, he will be recruited. Come from our unit? It seems that he is a little older.”
Lao Wang drank the hot soy milk: "I'll go back and talk to the leader!"
Zheng Zehao is indeed older than the age for public examination, but can't he just be recruited directly without taking the examination?
The three of them were chatting, eating breakfast, and watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.
Jiang Chen was eating breakfast with Han Qing and others.
After breakfast, Jiang Chen said to Han Qing: "Xiao Qingzi, go get the pen and ink!"
Han Qing put down her bowls and chopsticks and quickly ran to the yard next door.
Pu Yuexi and Chen Xiaojia also quickly put down their things and started to help.
The more than 300,000 viewers in the live broadcast room were also excited.
"Here we go, Lao Jiang likes to write in the morning and sing in the afternoon. I'm used to it."
"The pen and ink are waiting for me!"
"I want to know, when will Lao Jiang's inspiration dry up? Every day is a new song, and every day is a masterpiece. How can other people live?"
"Hahaha, I don't care, I just like it. Lao Jiang’s works have been written all his life, and I insist on reading them every day!”
……
Lao Wang and Xiao Li ate quickly, and then stared with anticipation and excitement! Looking at Jiang Chen in the live broadcast.
……
Beijing.
In the Beijing University office.
Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Zhang Shuwen, as well as Li Wenjun and Wang Fei, who came to school early, are all in the office.
Because today is the day when Peking University borrows Jiang Chen’s works. Li Wenjun and Wang Fei personally sent Jiang Chen’s works over. They happened to see Huang Bo and others in the office watching Jiang Chen’s live broadcast. We immediately sat down and started watching together.
Hearing Jiang Chen’s familiar name——Xiao Qingzi, bring the pen and ink.
Everyone in the office immediately sat up straight and cheered up.
Huang Bo's eyes flickered: "Jiang Chen is going to write a work again. I haven't recovered from his song to congratulate the bridegroom yesterday!"
Zhang Shuwen smiled bitterly: "No, I'll go back I have written it ten times in a row, but I still can’t finish it. I plan to go back and write it a few more times today. I see how charming Qingshan is. That's enough. I feel like every sentence is written about myself. If I could write such a piece by myself, I would die immediately. Every sentence is from my heart, but I just can't write it myself. .”
“I feel the same way when I read what Jiang Chen wrote.”
“It’s really hard to compare people to each other!”
Lin Shuang smiled and said: "Those who know me well, Ersanzi, I got goosebumps all over my body when I saw it. I changed my online signature to "I see Qingshan is so charming, and I expected Qingshan to see me the same way."
Then, Lin Shuang looked at Li Wenjun: "Wenjun, today's exhibition of Jiang Chen's works will be on display when the time comes. You must show up! Just stand on that Qingping tune and let them see how good-looking the person Jiang Chen praised so much is!"
Li Wenjun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: " I’m not going!”
However, her eyes flashed with joy.
She is the only one whom Jiang Chen wrote a poem to praise.
In the past few days, many students from several major universities in Beijing have been discussing how good-looking Li Wenjun is. However, Li Wenjun does not play online, so her photos cannot be found on the Internet. She can only be found through Jiang Chen's live video. There is her ID photo from school.
Some busybodies also took photos of Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Yan Ruyu, Sophia and others, as well as the campus beauties with high reputations from several other nearby universities.
Then, everyone agreed...
Li Wenjun and Yan Ruyu were slightly better, followed by Wang Fei and Sophia.
Now when everyone mentions Li Wenjun, they will think of the sentence written by Jiang Chen - the clouds want the clothes and the flowers want the appearance!
Similarly, when many people think of Qingping Diao, they will also think of Li Wenjun immediately.
Many people in the industry know that Li Wenjun has really gone down in history with Jiang Chen’s work, and future generations will remember it.
This is an opportunity that many people only dream of getting...
Leave a mark in history!
Throughout the ages, how many scholars have given up their lives in order to fight for such opportunities, even causing harm to the nine tribes!
And now, Li Wenjun has done it.
Huang Bo looked at Li Wenjun and smiled and said: "Wenjun, you are about to graduate. I helped you get a place to stay in school. We will be colleagues by then."
Li Wenjun was stunned for a moment. , looked at Wang Fei and saw that Wang Fei kept staring at Looking at the live broadcast, he frowned slightly and said softly to Huang Bo: "Thank you, Director Huang, but I don't want to stay in school!"
Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Zhang Shuwen, and Wang Fei, who was looking at Jiang Chen in a daze. They were all stunned for a moment, and looked at Li Wenjun at the same time.
The place to stay at Peking University is extremely rare.
Lin Shuang spent a lot of effort and went through several assessments and interviews to get the job.
Now Huang Bo directly offered Li Wenjun a place to stay in school, but he was rejected?
Huang Bo asked: "Do you have plans and plans of your own?"
They all know that for Li Wenjun, staying at Peking University will increase his reputation and heritage, and nothing else will matter. Because Li Wenjun is a local, and his family is not ordinary people, they naturally don't care about salary and household registration.
Li Wenjun thought for a while and nodded: "Well, I have some ideas and I'll talk about it after graduation."
Lin Shuang suddenly said: "I heard that Yan Ruyu from Shuimu also refused to stay in school and may return to Sichuan University to work. Her parents are both from Sichuan University!"
Huang Bo said with a smile: "Jiang Chen also graduated from Sichuan University, and Jiang Chen is a native of Rongcheng."
A few people were slightly stunned and looked at Li Wenjun again. They roughly knew Li Wenjun's choice, but they didn't say anything anymore.
Wang Fei and Li Wenjun’s eyes twinkled when they heard Yan Ruyu’s choice!
All eyes are looking at the live broadcast screen!
Because...
In the live broadcast.
Han Qing and Pu Yuexi have already arranged their pens, inks, papers and inkstones neatly on the big wooden table.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 500,000.
Jiang Chen slowly stood up from the chair, came to the wooden table, and picked up the brush.
(End of this chapter)