I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 110 109. The best work of the same tune in history? When will your calligraphy stop improving?

When Li Wenjun arrived at the gate of the courtyard where he had just moved in, he saw a business car slowly parking not far away, followed by a black Bentley sedan.

Parking in the alley is a technical job. Leaving even one centimeter of parking space next to the wall indicates poor skills.

This business car was parked steadily against the wall, leaving a gap of less than one centimeter. Then the driver's door opened and a young and steady man came out. He yawned loudly as soon as he got out of the car. Then the rear door opened and a young woman got out.

Li Wenjun walked up quickly and said with a smile: "Brother, you are here, thank you for your help."

Li Wenbin reached back and the young woman behind him immediately handed him a cup of coffee with a smile. Li Wenbin took the coffee and took a big sip to refresh himself. Then he looked at Li Wenjun, looked him up and down and said, "You live here alone, right? Have you been taken advantage of by anyone?"

Li Wenjun blushed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I invited them but they didn't come! I've been researching things at Sister Fei's place these days, so I moved in to be closer to Sister Fei's store."

Li Wenbin said in disbelief: "I don't believe it. What can you and Wang Fei study? Come on, take me to see who fascinates you. I just got off the plane yesterday, and my dad said you moved out and asked for a car. I almost didn't sleep to deliver the car to you. If I don't see who that person is, I won't be able to sleep when I go back."

"Let's see who he is and whether he is worthy of my sister!"

Li Wenjun dodged his gaze and said, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? I just want to make friends with him."

Li Wenbin laughed and said, "Haha, you are actively showing your affection. I don't believe you! From childhood to adulthood, you have few friends of the same sex, and no friends of the opposite sex. Now you are actively caring about a man, there must be something going on. Manni, have you collected all the information?"

The young woman behind him opened her shoulder bag and took out a stack of information and handed it to Li Wenbin: "Mr. Li, this is the information I sorted out overnight. It contains all the information about Jiang Chen's life and family. He is now the most popular online celebrity anchor. According to internal information, his live broadcast income yesterday reached 10 million, and his income in ten days has exceeded 50 million."

Li Wenbin automatically ignored the income figures that followed. Money was a meaningless number to him. Tens of millions were no different from a few dollars to him.

He was more concerned about the other person's identity, frowning and asking, "Internet celebrity? Anchor?"

Then he looked at his sister again, his eyes puzzled.

My sister's taste has suddenly become so low? She's attracted to a popular online anchor?
How many top rich second-generations, celebrities, top second- and third-generation students, and even top third-generation hat-seekers have pursued their own sister, but were ignored by their own sister.

Now, you have fallen in love with a popular internet anchor?
Li Wenbin was a little confused.

At the same time, I feel a little bitter...

Could it be that my sister will also be deceived by the yellow-haired guy?
Li Wenbin's face looked a little unhappy, and he quickened his pace, wanting to see this so-called anchor Jiang Chen as soon as possible. If he was really a second-rate anchor and internet celebrity, then he would probably break up the couple.

Seeing that Li Wenbin looked a little serious, Manni explained, "Jiang Chen's main job is a singing host, but it's not that simple. Mr. Li, you will know after you look at the detailed information."

Li Wenjun said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "I'm just making friends, and you're investigating other people's information, Li Wenbin, what do you want to do?"

Li Wenbin looked at the photo and resume information on the file and said softly, "You are just an undergraduate graduate from Sichuan University, but you are a doctoral student from Peking University who is about to graduate!"

Li Wenjun: “Educational qualifications cannot explain everything.”

Li Wenbin did not argue with his sister, and quickened his pace towards Wang Fei's residence. He also knew this place. Because he had pursued Wang Fei before, he bought a courtyard house close to it, thinking that if he could catch up with her, he would live here. Unfortunately, Wang Fei ignored him.

"Let's go and see the people first!"

Li Wenbin looked at Jiang Chen's photo and didn't see anything outstanding about him. He looked ordinary.

Li Wenjun followed his brother Li Wenbin's steps and hurried to Wang Fei's yard with some trepidation. But as soon as he arrived at the yard, he saw Wang Fei walking out quickly, saying as he walked, "Jiang Chen, don't worry, I have some writing brushes and ink here."

At the same time, Han Qing had already walked towards the courtyard in front for dinner: "I brought pens and ink in my bag, Professor Wang, don't bother, Jiang Chen will be more convenient to use what I brought."

Li Wenbin was a little stunned when he saw this scene. He saw Wang Fei hurriedly looking for something. He and Wang Fei had known each other since childhood, but he had never seen him so anxious in such a long time.

In Li Wenbin's heart, Wang Fei has always been a goddess with artistic temperament. She is always calm and cool, and never in a hurry.

But now Wang Fei was just like an ordinary little girl in a hurry to get something, and she didn't even notice Li Wenbin who had just walked in.

Li Wenbin was just about to ask his sister Li Wenjun what happened, and then he saw Li Wenjun walking quickly towards the living room in the middle, her pretty face full of surprise and anxiety.

Li Wenbin was full of confusion: "Why are you so anxious?"

Secretary Manni whispered, "Boss Li, maybe Jiang Chen wants to write something."

Li Wenbin also walked towards the living room: "What are you writing?"

Manni: "It's in the information. Mr. Li will know if you look carefully."

Li Wenbin weighed the thick information and didn't rush to read it. There was no time to read it now. He followed Li Wenjun in to see the people first.

Walking into the living room, Li Wenjun first looked around and saw that only Wang Yang was sitting there quietly, not daring to speak. Jiang Chen was standing there looking at his own work on the wall. Li Wenjun did not speak either, fearing to disturb Jiang Chen's inspiration, and immediately stood behind him.

Li Wenbin walked in and saw Jiang Chen standing there with his back to the door. Seeing Li Wenjun standing beside him like a little follower, he frowned slightly and was about to speak to him, but Li Wenjun hurriedly pulled him over and said in a low voice, "Don't talk!"

Li Wenbin's eyes widened immediately - You won't let me speak? Apart from a few older generations in the circle, who else would have such a grand ceremony? I don't even have the right to speak?
Wang Yang, who was sitting next to him, quickly stood up and walked to Li Wenbin, saying with a low smile, "Hello, Brother Wenbin, come and sit down and rest for a while, and keep quiet."

Wang Yang pulled Li Wenbin to sit next to him, fearing that Li Wenbin's loud voice might disturb Jiang Chen who was about to write.

If it were any other time, Wang Yang would never dare to do this to Li Wenbin.

However, he knew that if Li Wenbin really disrupted Jiang Chen's writing, his sister Wang Fei would definitely be angry, and Li Wenjun would also be unhappy.

The most important thing is that I might offend Jiang Chen. What if Jiang Chen leaves today and never comes back?
Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Wang Yang chose to offend Li Wenbin temporarily. At worst, he would be punished by Li Wenbin later.

Li Wenbin glared at Wang Yang and was about to get angry!

At this time, Wang Fei walked in from the door with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hands. Behind him, Han Qing also walked in with a backpack.

Li Wenbin was about to say hello to Wang Fei, but Wang Fei seemed not to see him. She walked directly towards Jiang Chen without saying a word, and cleaned up the table in front with Han Qing.

Li Wenjun also quickly stepped forward to help, cleaned up the table, and then neatly placed the pens, ink, paper and inkstone that Han Qing took out of her bag.

Seeing Wang Fei and Li Wenjun's serious attitude, Li Wenbin also kept quiet. Although his brows were still furrowed, he still looked at Jiang Chen's back with some unfriendly eyes.

The goddess he once loved and his own sister were both so attentive to Jiang Chen?
quickly!

Wang Fei, Li Wenjun and Han Qing prepared the pens, ink, paper and inkstone together.

Han Qing whispered to Jiang Chen: "Jiang Chen, the pen and ink are ready."

Jiang Chen hummed, and then he withdrew his gaze from the paintings on the wall. He turned and walked towards the desk, nodded to Wang Fei and Li Wenjun and said in thanks, "You two, thank you again."

Wang Fei smiled and said, "Don't be so formal, we are friends."

Li Wenjun also smiled and said, "Yes, we are friends."

Jiang Chen smiled but said nothing. He saw Wang Yang and a strange man sitting not far away. The strange man was staring at him seriously. He nodded to Wang Yang and the strange man, then ignored them, looked at the white paper on the table, picked up the brush and began to think.

Li Wenjun was closest to the table, so he helped Jiang Chen grind the ink, which made Han Qing next to him curl her lips in dissatisfaction, but she didn't say anything. She just silently turned on the live broadcast and pointed the camera at the table and Jiang Chen. Li Wenjun and Wang Fei next to them were both in the camera.

As soon as the live broadcast room opened, 70,000 to 80,000 people flocked in instantly, as if these people didn't need to sleep.

The live broadcast room was instantly filled with dense information.

"When I woke up in the morning, I waited for Lao Jiang's live broadcast, and sure enough, it started."

"What is Lao Jiang doing? Is he going to write something? Wow, the talented girl from Peking University is personally grinding ink for Lao Jiang!"

"Have you forgotten that Professor Shuangxing ground ink for Old Jiang?"

“Looking forward to Lao Jiang’s masterpiece…”

"What's wrong with Lao Jiang? Is your inspiration so strong so early in the morning?"

……

In a blink of an eye, the number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 100,000.

Li Wenbin realized at this moment that it was Jiang Chen who wanted to write something, and what he wrote seemed very unusual, so Wang Fei and Wang Yang, brother and sister, and his own sister all took it so seriously that he did not dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing Jiang Chen.

Isn’t he an internet celebrity?

Li Wenbin frowned, full of doubts. He stood up and walked to the desk. He didn't say anything and remained quiet. He wanted to see what Jiang Chen could write.

He grew up in Beijing and has seen countless famous calligraphers since he was a child. He has even seen the last master of calligraphy several times, and his family has collected several representative works of the last master. When he was a child, he also practiced calligraphy with a great calligrapher, but his talent was average and he never thought about developing it, so he gave up.

Therefore, his vision for calligraphy is extremely high and sharp.

Moreover, he knew that his sister had an extraordinary talent for calligraphy and had achieved considerable accomplishments in the field of calligraphy.

So this guy attracted his sister with calligraphy?
That makes sense...

He knew that his sister was obsessed with calligraphy and traditional culture.

At this time.

Jiang Chen picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then began to write slowly.

Li Wenjun was grinding ink gently, staring at Jiang Chen and the brush in his hand without blinking.

Wang Fei next to him also held his breath, looking at Jiang Chen's brush and the white paper on the table, looking forward to what Jiang Chen was about to write.

Wang Yang, who was behind him, also quietly stood up and came behind Li Wenbin, looking at Jiang Chen from a close distance.

Jiang Chen did not hesitate any longer. The brush quickly fell on the white paper. His strokes were smooth and natural, with a sense of charm.

The three words jump out of the paper.

Ugly slave.

Three words came out.

There was a flash of surprise in Wang Fei and Li Wenjun's eyes.

Because, just from these three words, they could tell that Jiang Chen's calligraphy had improved a little compared to last time.

Several works written by Jiang Chen in the past few times were hanging on the wall. They had admired them countless times in the past two days, so they were very familiar with the changes in Jiang Chen's calligraphy in several works, and compared them with the three words Jiang Chen had just written.

I discovered that Jiang Chen's calligraphy on these three words had improved a bit.

Li Wenbin, who was standing next to him, widened his eyes and stiffened slightly. Secretary Manni, who was standing next to him, also had a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Li Wenbin's heart was full of disbelief.

He hasn't held a brush for more than ten years, so his calligraphy skills are definitely not worth mentioning. However, his appreciation level is definitely at a professional level. After all, he has seen various calligraphy masters since he was a child, even the last calligraphy master, and his home also has a lot of calligraphy collections.

Therefore, he could clearly feel the charm of the three words written by Jiang Chen.

That is the standard for a calligraphy master!

He hadn't seen a calligrapher who could write such calligraphy for more than ten years.

The last time he saw this kind of writing was when he was a child, more than 20 years had passed. Later, the calligraphy master stopped writing and retired, and passed away ten years later.

Then, there were no more masters in the Chinese calligraphy world.

The market prices of the masterpieces of the last great calligraphy master collected by his family have increased several times. People often want to buy them, but are always rejected by his father.

Because people in the circle predict that there may not be any more calligraphy masters in the future, and the works of the last calligraphy master will become the last masters' works in the calligraphy world and will be of great collection value in the future.

But now...

He actually saw a new calligraphy master appear?
Li Wenbin's eyes left the handwriting and looked along the brush towards Jiang Chen, confirming that it was really Jiang Chen holding the brush and writing, and confirming that Jiang Chen was so young!
Such a young calligraphy master...

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

call!
Li Wenbin took a deep breath and roughly understood why his sister was willing to grind ink for Jiang Chen.

He put away his contempt and began to look carefully at Jiang Chen's handwriting, thinking that Jiang Chen was going to copy the work of some ancient person.

However, Wang Fei, Wang Yang, Li Wenjun, and Han Qing all had surprise in their eyes, knowing that Jiang Chen was going to write an ancient poem.

They all knew that this Ugly Slave was the name of an ancient poetry tune.

The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room were also very excited.

Compared to modern poetry, all Chinese people prefer ancient poetry in their hearts. The beauty of the words and traditional culture of ancient poetry cannot be compared with modern poetry.

One by one, words full of charm quickly appeared under Jiang Chen's pen.

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, and fall in love with upper floors.Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn.

Everyone who saw these words felt that they were pleasing to the eye, and when they looked at this piece of work again, they felt a sense of freshness coming towards them.

Dense barrages of comments flashed across the live broadcast room, and the number of people online directly reached 200,000.

Early in the morning, there were already 200,000 people online in the live broadcast room!

“Well written!”

"The characters are good, and the words are even better." "It's a great autumn with cool weather. I felt a chill all over my body after reading it."

"To write new poems and pretend to be sad... Who is Jiang Zemin satirizing?"

“Lao Jiang’s works never disappoint us!”

……

Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Wang Yang, and Han Qing who were present at the scene also had their eyes filled with surprise.

Jiang Chen's work did not disappoint them, and it was another absolute masterpiece.

Li Wenbin quickly searched in his mind, because he had no impression of this poem at all?
Jiang Chen finished writing the Ugly Slave in one go, then slowly put down his brush, sighed slightly and said: "Just now I thought of my childhood memories, haha, I was inspired. Please forgive me for making fun of you!"

Wang Fei immediately said, "Why are you embarrassing me? Jiang Chen, you are always so modest. I really like this piece of work."

Li Wenjun also said seriously: "I like it too."

Wang Fei is a piano genius, so her feelings are not as profound as Li Wenjun's.

Li Wenjun is a genius in the Chinese studies circle, and is most familiar with calligraphy and poetry, and has written some works herself before. So she knows best how difficult it is to write such a work.

If she could write such a work herself, she would really be willing to give up everything she has!
Unfortunately……

She knew that whether such a work could be written did not depend on acquired efforts.

Those who can write can naturally write, and those who cannot write, even if they scrape their bones, let their blood, or hang themselves from the beams and prick their legs with a needle, they will not be able to write a single word.

Literature and mathematics are the same and will not lie!
If you can write it, you can write it. If you can’t write it, then you really can’t write it no matter what.

Compared with Jiang Chen's works, the poetry collections she had written before could only be regarded as doggerel that was not worthy of being presented on the stage!

Li Wenbin understood what he heard at this time, and asked softly: "Is this an original work you wrote yourself?"

Jiang Chen glanced at Li Wenbin and said nothing because he didn't know Li Wenbin.

Li Wenjun hurried over to pull Li Wenbin and introduced him to Jiang Chen: "Jiang Chen, this is my brother Li Wenbin. He just sent me a car. I came with me to see you. Sorry!"

Jiang Chen shook his head: "No need to apologize, it's nothing. This is indeed a work I wrote on impulse."

Li Wenbin suddenly seemed to understand something. He looked up at Jiang Chen seriously, then looked at the work with wet ink on the table in front of him, and then looked at several works hanging on the wall. He was shocked - he was only abroad for half a month, and after he came back, the Chinese studies circle had changed?

Half a month ago, he had no impression of Jiang Chen. At that time, there were no calligraphy masters in the Chinese studies circle, and the literary world was stagnant.

Half a month later, he returned to China. Jiang Chen suddenly wrote such calligraphy and works in front of him. The literary and calligraphy circles seemed to have changed completely!

Li Wenbin wanted to say something, but Li Wenjun hurriedly pulled Li Wenbin out.

As they walked out of the door, Li Wenjun said to Li Wenbin, "Brother, I know you are a busy man. If you have something to do, just leave quickly."

Li Wenbin still had a look of disbelief on his face, and asked softly, "Did he compose that piece just now?"

Li Wenjun nodded: "Yes! This is just an inconspicuous song among his many works."

Compared with Jiang Chen's previous poems that amazed the world, such as Lang Tao Sha Ling, Yu Meiren, Zui Hua Yin, Feng Qiao Ye Mooring, Wang Yue, etc., Li Wenjun felt that the Chounuer that Jiang Chen just wrote was just an ordinary masterpiece.

Li Wenbin was silent for a moment, apparently digesting the news, and then asked, "Has his calligraphy reached the level of a master?"

Li Wenjun asked back: "Didn't you see it?"

Li Wenbin remained silent, knowing that he would not be wrong, and it was impossible for him to be wrong. Reaching the master level in calligraphy is a big threshold and a qualitative improvement. There is a clear difference between master-level calligraphy and non-master-level calligraphy, and anyone who understands calligraphy can tell the difference at a glance.

Therefore, there is no possibility of misreading.

Li Wenbin wanted to ask something, but Li Wenjun pushed him again and said to the secretary Manni, "Manni, take your boss back to rest. Didn't he stay up all night? Take him back to sleep. He doesn't have to worry about my affairs. I know everything. My dad doesn't care about me."

Having said that, Li Wenjun pushed Li Wenbin hard towards the exit of the backyard, then turned around and walked back.

Li Wenbin was shocked, and at the same time, he felt a little depressed about being treated so badly by his own sister. He said to his secretary Manni, "Manni, is my sister going to die soon?"

Manni couldn't help but laugh and said, "Boss Li, no matter where Wenjun goes or when, she will always be your sister, and this will never change! Moreover, I personally think that if Wenjun can really be with Jiang Chen, they are a perfect match. However, based on the information I have learned, it may just be Wenjun's wishful thinking for the time being."

Is it Li Wenjun's personal wishful thinking? In other words, is it Li Wenjun's unrequited love?
If someone had said this before, Li Wenbin would have simply sneered and not believed it at all.

Who in the world could resist his sister's charm?
But when he saw that scene just now, it seemed to be true.

That Jiang Chen did not treat his sister, who was like a fairy from heaven, specially.

Even his former goddess, Wang Fei, was not even glanced at in front of Jiang Chen.

This person...

The concentration is extraordinary.

Li Wenbin nodded, stopped talking, turned around and walked to the alley behind, picked up the information in his hand and started reading: "When did this Jiang Chen show up? Do you know him well?"

Manni explained: "I only found out about it in the last few days. I've watched his live broadcast every day these past two days. The information I gave you is very detailed, you'll know after you take a look."

Li Wenbin hummed and continued to read the information carefully. He was obviously surprised to see Jiang Chen write his own songs and sing them live. Then, when he saw the song Lang Tao Sha Ling that Jiang Chen wrote before leaving Magic City, he stopped in his tracks, widened his eyes, and asked in disbelief, "Did he write this lyric?"

Manni took a look and said with certainty: "Yes, that's for sure. He wrote this poem by the Huangpu River when he left Shanghai and embarked on a self-driving tour. He broadcast live at the time, and there is still a live video of the time! I also like this poem very much, it's amazing, even more amazing than the Song poems I memorized when I was in school!"

Li Wenbin's eyes were blank and he couldn't believe it.

Of course he knew that this poem was amazing. When he visited an elder in Nanyang last week, the elder was writing this poem. He thought it was the work of an ancient person and didn't pay much attention to it.

When he looked at Jiang Chen's information at this time, he realized that this was actually Jiang Chen's work?
Jiang Chen's works have spread to Southeast Asia?
Li Wenbin asked again: "Are all the works hanging on the wall just now his?"

Manni nodded: "Yes! These are some works that Jiang Chen wrote on his way to Beijing, according to the information I got. Because he has to leave Beijing to continue traveling in a few days, it is inconvenient to take these works with him, so he temporarily left these works with Professor Wang Fei."

"Moreover, the Chinese departments of both Kyoto University and Mizuki University have invited him to teach and give lectures at these two schools."

“He rejected them all.”

Li Wenbin was filled with emotion when he heard this, and said in a complicated voice: "I've only been out for half a month, and I didn't expect such a genius to suddenly appear?"

Manni said seriously, "Indeed, he can be called a god. He was unknown before the age of 30, just an ordinary worker struggling in the Magic City. After his 30th birthday, he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and amazed the world."

……

As for Jiang Chen, after finishing the painting of the ugly slave, he said to Wang Fei: "Professor Wang, I'll leave this work with you. Please keep it for me."

Wang Fei smiled elegantly and said, "It's no trouble. It's my honor."

Li Wenjun was a little envious and wanted to speak several times, but he held back and was too embarrassed to speak.

At this time.

There were hurried footsteps outside.

No one has arrived yet.

The anxious voice arrived first.

"where is it?"

"Let me see what Jiang Chen just wrote?"

"If I had known I would have lived here too. I missed it. Oops..."

Then, Yang Wenjie, Wang Xuefeng, Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang all hurried in, and even old man Huang Wenqing hurried in.

As soon as they came in, they all looked at the table in the middle of the room. On the table was a piece of white paper that Jiang Chen had just written on.

then.

Several people walked up quickly and surrounded the table, and several pairs of eyes looked at the smooth and beautiful handwriting on the white paper.

Huang Wenqing took only one look and said, "Jiang Chen, your calligraphy has improved again!"

After hearing this, several people nodded in agreement.

They have studied thoroughly the several works that Jiang Chen left at Wang Fei's place over the past two days, so they can clearly see at a glance that Jiang Chen's ugly slave calligraphy has improved compared to the last time.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "It's a slight improvement."

Lin Shuang looked at the writing and said, "When will you stop making progress?"

Jiang Chen shook his head: "I don't know either!"

Even though he has reached the master level now, every time he writes a piece, his calligraphy skills can still gain hundreds of experience points, so he can make some progress every time he finishes writing. However, compared to the tens of thousands of experience points required for the upgrade, it is simply a drop in the bucket, and the upgrade is a long way off.

He felt that his progress would stop once his calligraphy skills reached a perfect level.

What does perfect calligraphy look like?

Is this the realm reached by the calligrapher Wang Youjun at his peak?

Jiang Chen didn’t know.

He only knew that it would take at least a year, or even more than ten years, to perfect his calligraphy skills. After all, he didn't have time to practice calligraphy every day, so he just relied on the experience points he gained from writing works every time. However, the works given by the system would eventually be finished, and then he would need to practice calligraphy to increase his experience points.

However, the experience points gained from practicing calligraphy are very few. If he wants to rely on this to level up, he may have to rely on it for the rest of his life.

Zhang Shuwen looked at the words and read them out softly.

"Young people do not know the taste of sorrow, they love to climb higher floors. They love to climb higher floors, and they force themselves to express sorrow in order to compose new poems."

"Now I know the taste of sorrow, I want to say it but I can't. I want to say it but I can't, so I say the cool weather is a good autumn."

Zhang Shuwen finished reading it while shaking his head, then closed his eyes to savor it for a while before opening his eyes and saying, "It's really well written! This tune is relatively unpopular, and there are only a few works handed down to this day, and none of them can be considered a masterpiece. Therefore, Jiang Chen's work may be the best piece of work written in the Chounuer tune throughout the ages."

After listening to this, Yang Wenjie and Huang Bo thought for a while, obviously recalling the works of this tune in their memory. However, they found that the several works of this tune in their memory were indeed far inferior to Jiang Chen's "Chou Nuer". So Jiang Chen's work could indeed be regarded as the best work of this tune.

but……

Li Wenjun said softly: "In that case, which of the Lang Tao Sha Ling, Yu Mei Ren, and Zui Hua Yin poems written by Jiang Chen before is not the best work of all time?"

Zhang Shuwen, Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Huang Wenqing, Wang Xuefeng, and Wang Fei all frowned slightly and thought about it, but they didn't say anything to refute, but they didn't agree either.

Because these ci forms have some excellent works that have been passed down through the ages, and almost all of them are representative works left by great writers.

Although there is a slight difference between the several works written by Jiang Chen and the others, the difference is not as obvious as that of the Chounuer tune, so it is difficult for them to say who is better and who is worse.

After all, there has been no first in literature since ancient times. Unless the gap is obviously huge, it is difficult to say who is first.

Therefore, they all kept silent and just quietly admired Jiang Chen's authentic painting of the ugly slave.

Upon seeing this, Li Wenjun glanced at Jiang Chen and felt that Jiang Chen was being treated differently. He decided to analyze Jiang Chen's works and other historical masterpieces of the same tune and type in his doctoral thesis and make a comparison.

Han Qing's live broadcast room was still open, and the number of people online had stabilized at more than 270,000, and it was difficult to increase it. After all, it was early in the morning, and there were not so many people watching the live broadcast. More than 270,000 people online were already an astonishing number.

Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo, Huang Wenqing, Wang Xuefeng and others stayed to see Jiang Chen's new work.

Then, Wang Fei and Li Wenjun took Jiang Chen and Han Qing to the Great Wall.

Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing haven't gotten up yet. It seems that they went to other bands to exchange performances with Wang Yang last night, so they are quite tired.

Because Jiang Chen had to come back for lunch at noon and also go back to the hotel for a nap.

Therefore, they have to set off early and come back early to eat and rest, so time is still quite tight.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen's travel mentality is more casual. He doesn't have to do anything on the Great Wall. It's enough to climb up, take a look, and feel the historical atmosphere here. Han Qing naturally follows Jiang Chen in everything, while Wang Fei and Li Wenjun grew up here and have been to the Great Wall many times. They are tired of it, so they follow Jiang Chen in everything.

And they already knew Jiang Chen's living habits, so without Jiang Chen saying anything, they would arrange the time for Jiang Chen to go back and forth, and try not to delay Jiang Chen's daily routine.

Han Qing still started outdoor live broadcasts, and the number of online viewers remained at around 200,000, which can be said to be an extremely terrifying and stable popularity figure.

Wang Fei and Li Wenjun accompanied him throughout the whole process. They took turns telling Jiang Chen about the information here and chatted with Jiang Chen along the way. They were quite casual and relaxed.

At noon, the group returned to Wang Fei's bar for lunch, and Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia and the other three followed Wang Yang out for a stroll.

After Jiang Chen had lunch, he thanked Li Wenjun and Wang Fei and said goodbye, then took Han Qing back to the hotel to rest.

Back at the hotel, Jiang Chen and Han Qing had just arrived at the door.

The three people sitting in the hotel lobby immediately stood up and walked over.

Guo Haitao, Zhou Ming, and Luo Sheng had been watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast while waiting here for the entire morning. They had not even had lunch, for fear of missing the opportunity to meet Jiang Chen.

Now Jiang Chen is finally back.

(End of this chapter)