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

Chapter 136 135. Can music be played like this? It’s also good to live like this in old age.

It is still a bit chilly in the autumn mornings in Northeast China.

However, Mudanjiang deserves to be called the Little Jiangnan of Northeast China, with a little bit of warm breeze amidst the coolness.

Jiang Chen looked at the system rewards this morning in a good mood.

"Obtain a song from a parallel world."

"Obtain a song from a parallel world."

"Obtain a song from a parallel world."

"Obtain an ancient poem from a parallel world."

"Experience gained: 400."

Three songs in a row.

Jiang Chen chose to accept it directly.

Song, Dragon Fist.

Song, Nunchucks.

Song, someone like you.

Ancient poem, Magpie Bridge Fairy.

All the information from the three songs and one ancient poem turned into Jiang Chen's memory and was accepted and integrated by Jiang Chen.

A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes again.

I was not amazed by the English song, but by the two Chinese songs, Dragon Fist and Nunchakus!

After Jiang Chen listened to so many excellent pop songs, his own musical level and appreciation level have reached the master level. Therefore, it can be seen at a glance that the lyrics, music and arrangements of these two songs are amazing, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are ahead of an era.

It's not a heartfelt ballad like "Ideal Thirty" or "My Upper Bunk Brother", but it's still touching with its pure music.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized.

original……

This is how pop music can be played!

Jiang Chen couldn't wait to produce and record these two songs, and he also wanted to listen to the finished products he produced himself.

pity.

There are no studio friends here.

Moreover, Jiang Chen had never thought about recording songs here. He came here just to play with Zheng Zehao for two days and relax.

Putting aside the two Chinese songs that amazed him for the time being, the third English song was another heartfelt English love song, which was also the type that Jiang Chen liked, so he kept it in his mind for the time being.

The last ancient poem, Magpie Bridge Fairy!
Jiang Chen savored it carefully again, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

Four hundred experience points, save them.

That’s all for this morning’s harvest.

Jiang Chen got up, washed up briefly, and went out for a walk in the yard. The sky outside was just beginning to turn light, and Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others were still sleeping.

No one from Zheng Zehao's family in the next yard got up either.

The whole village was still quiet.

Jiang Chen walked around the yard twice, then walked out along the path outside and headed towards the Mudanjiang River not far away.

Not a moment!

Han Qing followed up breathlessly, saying incoherently, "Why didn't you call me? What if you come out alone and run into danger?"

Jiang Chen was surprised and asked: "Am I in danger?"

I'm a grown man, what danger could I encounter so early in the morning?
Moreover……

What's the point of taking a little girl with you if you really encounter danger? Are you sure she's not a burden?
Han Qing sensed Jiang Chen's thoughts and waved her fist: "I have practiced Taekwondo, I can protect you."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Thank you. I didn't expect you to have this talent. I'll give you a raise and give you a bodyguard's salary."

Han Qing giggled, trotted to the front, took out her phone and turned on the live broadcast, aiming the camera at Jiang Chen who was walking and the scenery of Mudanjiang River next to him.

It's not even seven o'clock now.

However, more than 100,000 people still poured into the live broadcast room, quickly exceeding 200,000 and heading towards 300,000.

"As soon as I opened my eyes and went to the toilet, I saw Lao Jiang start broadcasting. I watched Lao Jiang while squatting on the toilet and enjoyed it."

"Lao Jiang, I drank with some old friends I hadn't seen for a long time last night until just now. I came back and watched your live broadcast before going to bed. We listened to this song "Friend" all night long."

"Although Lao Jiang is talented and capable, he is also a hard worker in the live broadcast industry. He starts broadcasting at 7 or 8 in the morning every day. Sometimes he broadcasts outdoors for an hour or two, and then starts broadcasting again at around 8 in the afternoon. He is truly a hard worker!"

"Yes, someone like Lao Jiang, who is talented and diligent in live streaming, is definitely a conscientious anchor. So every time Lao Jiang broadcasts live, I give him a little tip, otherwise I would feel guilty."

"To be honest, with Lao Jiang's talent and strength, he can still live broadcast so diligently. Everyone should watch and cherish it."

"Old Jiang, please stay in Mudanjiang."

"Old Jiang, my hometown, Chengdu, misses you."

"Lao Jiang..."

……

Of course Jiang Chen didn't see those comments, he just enjoyed the relaxation in the early morning, taking a walk and appreciating the scenery of this small Jiangnan in Northeast China.

Han Qing looked at the comments and smiled.

The two of them just took a walk together, broadcasting live and chatting casually.

"Let's go on a boat ride today."

"Sure, let's take a look at the scenery of this little Jiangnan."

"How many days shall we play here?"

"Two days."

“Where to go from here?”

"Then, we'll go back to Rongcheng."

"Return to Chengdu?"

"Well, it's time to go home, but we can stop in some big cities along the way."

The audience in the live broadcast room heard the conversation between the two and became very excited, with dense comments about it.

"Hahaha, Lao Jiang, you still miss home, right? Chengdu is still your hometown. Come back soon, Lao Jiang."

"Back to Chengdu... passing by Chang'an, right? Lao Jiang, come to Chang'an to play for two days. I'll treat you to a full-service dinner."

"Is Lao Jiang's itinerary fixed? Going all the way from Mudanjiang back to Chengdu? Come to our great Shenyang and have some fun."

"When Lao Jiang passes by Beijing, why don't you come and stay for a few days? The people of Beijing miss you."

"When will Lao Jiang return to Shanghai? Do you still remember the paradise on earth by the Huangpu River?"

"Old Jiang, you still have two brothers in Jinling."

……

At this moment, many viewers who were watching Jiang Chen’s live broadcast had gleaming eyes.

Yan Ruyu was lying on the bed watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast. When she heard that Jiang Chen was going all the way back to Rongcheng, she sat up excitedly and laughed softly, "When Jiang Chen passes by Beijing, I will ask him to take me back to Rongcheng, hehe!"

Thinking of the happy things, Yan Ruyu couldn't help laughing, and immediately got up and washed, preparing to deal with the things at hand as soon as possible, so that she could follow Jiang Chen back to Rongcheng without any worries.

In Houhai, Li Wenjun came to Wang Fei's place for breakfast again this morning. At the same time, he also wanted to take a look at Jiang Chen's works, especially the Xia Ke Xing and Yi Jian Mei!

Li Wenjun and Wang Fei were eating breakfast together, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast. When they heard the conversation between Jiang Chen and Han Qing, they looked at each other with something strange in their eyes. Li Wenjun smiled and said, "I'm going to Rongcheng for a trip in a few days. Sister Fei, are you going?"

Wang Fei looked back at the paintings of Jiang Chen hanging on the wall and shook her head: "I won't go. I want to look after these works. I don't feel comfortable handing them over to others."

After hearing this, Li Wenjun nodded in agreement.

Both of them knew how many people in the entire capital, and even in the whole country, were coveting the paintings in this room.

Wang Fei receives calls from various channels every day, and some people even come to her house in person, wanting to contact Jiang Chen through her to buy the works in this house, or to borrow one or two.

Wang Fei would always refuse without exception, even her many elders were turned away by her.

Li Wenjun also received some calls every day. Some people wanted to contact Jiang Chen through her to buy Jiang Chen's works. Some people also wanted to borrow the Qingping Diao in her hand, which was given to her by Jiang Chen and was specially written about her. Of course, Li Wenjun refused them all and would not lend them to anyone, nor would she help anyone buy Jiang Chen's works.

Therefore, if Wang Fei really went to Chengdu for a few days with Li Wenjun and left this place to someone else to look after, they would both be very worried. Even if it was handed over to Wang Fei's father, Professor Wang, and mother, Professor Li, they would still be equally worried.

Because the older generation is more worldly-wise and more people come to them for help, so they might just agree to something out of soft-heartedness.

Li Wenjun said softly: "I heard that Yan Ruyu's brother, Yan Rufeng, came to you personally?"

Wang Fei nodded: "Yes, he approached my dad and me, but we rejected him. He also approached Qin Xuerong, but was also rejected. I heard that Mr. Yan really likes Jiang Chen's work. He recently saw Jiang Chen's work and is copying Jiang Chen's calligraphy in seclusion. It is possible that he can make further progress and break through the threshold of becoming a master."

"So, Yan Rufeng wants to take Jiang Chen's original work to show it to Old Master Yan to satisfy his idea."

"However, I dare not lend it to him. Qin Xuerong has the same idea."

"It's impossible to open this head!"

Wang Fei's tone was firm.

Not only did she promise Jiang Chen not to lend it, but also because her family relationship with Qin Xuerong was extremely complicated. Once this was done, there would be endless troubles. It was possible that the work would never be taken back after being lent out. If each person borrowed it for a few days, it would take a long time to go through a whole circle.

and so!
There was no way they would agree.

Because of the promise to Jiang Chen, it was impossible for him to agree, and in order to avoid endless trouble, it was also impossible for him to agree.

Wang Fei looked at Li Wenjun: "Are you really going to Rongcheng to meet him?"

Li Wenjun's eyes were firm: "Well, I'm going to see him!"

Wang Fei smiled faintly: "Okay, say hello to him for me, I'll wait for him in Beijing."

Li Wenjun: “Okay!”

The two didn't say much. They grew up together, with Wang Fei being a few years older than them. They were both teachers and friends, and they knew each other's thoughts, but there was no tense atmosphere. They both hoped that they could succeed, and if they couldn't, they hoped that the other person could succeed.

Because they both know each other's thoughts and situations. With their family background and mental conditions, it is very rare for them to find someone they like and who is supported by their family.

And Jiang Chen is such a rare candidate.

So, no matter who of them succeeds, they will bless the other.

…………

Peking University.

Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Zhang Shuwen and others gathered together as soon as they arrived at school and watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

At the same time, they were discussing that Shuimu had borrowed Jiang Chen's works from Wang Fei yesterday and held a small exhibition and seminar at the school, which received a lot of attention.

Zhang Shuwen: "Yesterday I also went to Shuimu. It took about an hour to line up to see Jiang Chen's works. Many students and teachers went to see it! Now Shuimu and our Jingda campus forum are in an uproar, everyone is discussing Jiang Chen's works. Everyone is asking the school to invite Jiang Chen himself to meet them."

As a young teacher, Lin Shuang was the best at getting along well with students. She smiled and said, "Yes, the students in my class all said that they really liked The Knight-errant. When our school borrowed it, they formed a group to steal the painting!"

Huang Bo shook his head and smiled, "The painting of the knight-errant has been priced at a whopping 150 million yuan in the collector's market. If it is stolen, we can't afford the compensation!"

Zhang Shuwen also laughed and said, "Someone has offered a whopping 100 million for Wangyue, and the lowest price for Jiang Chen's other works is 40 million. If we borrow all of them, the total value will be 300 to 500 million!"

A painting of a knight-errant painter costs 150 million, and a painting of a mountain view costs 100 million.

When other people in the office heard this number, they widened their eyes in shock, some of them couldn't believe it.

This was written by a thirty-year-old young man!

Is it worth so much money now?

What will happen in the future?

Didn’t we reserve the location of the national treasure in advance?
Moreover, it is one of the top national treasures?

The lowest price for other works is 40 million...

The total value adds up to three to five hundred million!

The level of the exhibition of Jiang Chen's works suddenly became high-end.

There are only a handful of exhibitions in China that can compare with this one.

In the live broadcast, Jiang Chen and Han Qing took a walk along the Mudan River and then went back to prepare for breakfast.

Smoke was already rising from the yard, giving off a strong flavor of life and making it feel very friendly.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room also reached about 400,000 and stabilized.

Zheng Zehao's parents were making pancakes and frying eggs on the stove.

Zheng Zehao was making a fire.

Jiang Chen and Han Qing walked in, and the three of them greeted them.

"Jiang Chen, Xiao Qingzi, you are here so early."

Zheng Zehao shouted.

Teacher Zheng Zehao's parents became a little reserved when they saw Jiang Chen at this time, because they heard from Zheng Zehao yesterday that Jiang Chen earned tens of millions every day and was also a singer, calligrapher and writer.

In the eyes of the honest rural people, these are extremely high-end things.

“It will be ready soon.”

Mother Zheng greeted her.

Jiang Chen and Han Qing both sat down, and then Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia and the other three came over yawning and greeted them with a smile.

"Good morning, Hao."

"Good morning, uncle and aunt."

After greeting each other, they all sat down.

Jiang Chen saw the recliner next to him and lay down, rocking gently on it, looking at the green mountains in the distance and slightly closing his eyes.

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room felt an unusual sense of peace and tranquility when watching this scene. Many people who came from the countryside felt as if they were dreaming back to their childhood.

Jiang Chen said softly: "It would be nice if we could just live like this in our old age."

Han Qing smiled and said, "That's great. Aren't you planning to go back to Rongcheng? When we get back to Rongcheng, let's buy a yard in the countryside and live there in seclusion. You can go sightseeing every day, and I'll cook for you and do the housework."

Jiang Chen was somewhat moved after hearing this.

However, Jiang Chen felt a little regretful when he thought that those works from the parallel world in his memory would be buried and never known to people again.

Jiang Chen said softly: "Go get some pen and ink."

Ok?
Han Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and ran to the yard next door.

Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing also stood up hurriedly.

Zheng Zehao also slowed down the process of lighting the fire and said to his parents, "Dad, Mom, slow down a bit. Don't disturb Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen needs to write. Don't disturb his inspiration."

The old couple nodded immediately after hearing this, and kept their mouths shut, not daring to speak and disturb Jiang Chen, looking up at Jiang Chen.

The live broadcast room instantly became lively.

Far away in Beijing, in the office of Peking University, Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang and others who were about to go to the classroom quickly stopped and looked at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen again.

(End of this chapter)