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

Chapter 142 141. Return to hometown for retirement? Catch this wave of wealth from heaven!

It’s great to see so many people flocking into the live broadcast room so early.

Han Qing really wanted to write down the IDs of these people one by one to see if they were the ones who didn't sleep every day and got up at six o'clock to watch the live broadcast?

In an instant, more than 100,000 people entered, and in less than a minute, the number exceeded 200,000, and it was still increasing rapidly, heading towards the 300,000 mark.

The barrage of comments is also densely packed and extremely active, proving that they are all living people, not robots.

"It's raining? Why are you all up so early today?"

"It feels so nice to have so many people hanging out together under umbrellas."

“Walking in the rain!”

"Good morning, Xiaoqingzi, Lao Jiang."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"This feels a bit like Jiangnan, it is indeed the Little Jiangnan in Northeast China."

"I watched Lao Jiang's live broadcast yesterday. I have already booked a flight to Mudanjiang tomorrow. It's a pity that I won't be able to run into Lao Jiang by chance."

"Similarly, I have planned to go to Mudanjiang in Northeast China at the end of the year to visit the Little Jiangnan in Northeast China."

……

Many people in the live broadcast room expressed that they would plan to visit Mudanjiang in the near future to see the Little Jiangnan in Northeast China.

It feels like this is a good place to be buried.

Han Qing didn't say anything, but just followed Jiang Chen, holding 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 also followed quietly. They seldom got up so early, but the drizzling rain and the chill of autumn made them feel energetic.

As the host, Zheng Zehao continued to introduce the scenery here to Jiang Chen, and at the same time told stories from the past and the happy moments when he came here to play as a child.

Everyone has endless happy memories to share when they return to the hometown where they grew up.

When they reached the path, it was all muddy. Zheng Zehao gave them sticks and pillars to lean on and they moved forward slowly.

Han Qing said softly, "Walking here, I really feel like I'm in my hometown in southern Hunan. It's lush and green, with a drizzle, and clear blue river water with raindrops on the surface. It's so beautiful!"

Chen Xiaojia smiled and said, "Yes, it is a bit like our Suzhou, it is worthy of being called the Little Jiangnan of Northeast China."

Several people held umbrellas and stood in the woods by the river, looking at the river, feeling the gentle autumn breeze, listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the leaves, and enjoying the tranquility of the countryside in the morning.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and felt a cool breeze running through his body. He felt refreshed and said with a smile, "Brother Hao, your house is really suitable for retirement."

Zheng Zehao smiled and said, "I plan to live here in my old age! If you like, you can come here too. I'll give you the yard you live in now. No one lives there anyway, so it's enough for me to live in the old house at home."

As Zheng Zehao spoke, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes again.

He saved money for several years and spent hundreds of thousands to build a new yard for his wedding house. He thought it was his home, but now no one lives there.

Jiang Chen patted Zheng Zehao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you, but no, this place is too far from my home. You want to spend more time with your parents, and I want to too."

Zheng Zehao sighed: "Yes, I don't have a wife, no children, and no career. I'm so old and have accomplished nothing. I have to take care of something, right? All I can do now is take good care of my parents and let them enjoy their old age."

Jiang Chen didn't say what was in his mind.

——If the only son doesn’t get married, can his parents enjoy their old age with peace of mind?
In particular, Zheng Zehao's family is from the countryside, 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 won't be able to enjoy their old age in peace.

However, Jiang Chen would not say anything about Zheng Zehao's life. He himself didn't even know how to live his life. He was the only son in the family and he was also not married. Now he had to hear or see his mother urging him every day when he was outside.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, and Chen Xiaojia, who were standing next to him, looked at Jiang Chen's back, feeling a little touched.

Chen Xiaojia was a little bolder and asked, "Jiang Chen, do you want to settle down in Rongcheng in the future? To be closer to your uncle and aunt?"

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others pricked up their ears.

Jiang Chen smiled: "I don't know yet!"

He did have this idea, to return to his hometown to settle down so that he could be closer to his parents and more convenient to take care of them.

but……

If he didn't get married, living so close to his parents would be annoying every day.

and so!
He was still hesitating and didn't know what to do.

For the time being, he was too lazy to think about those troubles. He just wanted to relax and finish this trip smoothly. It would be meaningless to travel with a heavy heart. It would be better to resolve all the worries and then set off with ease.

"Hey, the rain stopped!"

Han Qing exclaimed in surprise.

The drizzle gradually stopped, the raindrops on the water surface became much less frequent, and the sound of dripping water on the leaves was almost inaudible.

A little bit of sunshine appeared on the hill in the east, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Chen Xiaojia shouted towards the place where the sun rose. The voice spread along the water surface but did not travel far.

Zheng Zehao's expression was also much more relaxed. It seemed that he had figured out some things after the rain. He smiled and said, "Let's go. It's getting late. Breakfast should be ready at home. Let's go home and eat first, and then we'll go out and play with you guys."

Jiang Chen took another deep breath of the cool autumn morning air and nodded, "Okay, let's go home and have breakfast. I'm a little hungry."

The few of them walked back again. The journey was much easier and smoother. There was no more rain dripping down, and the muddy road under their feet was easier to walk on.

After returning to Zheng Zehao's house smoothly, there was another car parked at the door. It was Lao Wang's car. In the car were Xiao Li and a cameraman carrying a camera.

When the three saw Jiang Chen and his group coming back, they all smiled and waved to greet them.

"Morning, Jiang Chen."

"Jiang Chen, good morning, don't worry about us."

“We’re just recording it!”

Jiang Chen nodded to the three of them, without saying anything, and walked directly into the large courtyard of Zheng Zehao's house.

The aroma of breakfast is already wafting out.

Lao Wang sat in the driver's seat, looking at Jiang Chen's live broadcast room, and said softly: "Wait for Jiang Chen to finish breakfast, I will go and talk to him about the copyright issue."

Xiao Li muttered, "We only gave a budget of hundreds of thousands. Can Jiang Chen authorize us? Do you know how popular Jiang Chen's songs are now? Mudanjiang has at least a million downloads a night. The price of selling copyrights starts at hundreds of thousands. This is the premise that Jiang Chen does not have an agency to promote and hype, and the spread is purely based on the quality of his works! The popularity of those young idols starts at hundreds of thousands, Jiang Chen's should be even higher!"

Xiao Li felt a little sorry for Jiang Chen.

Lao Wang sighed, "What should we do? This is the maximum amount I have fought for. They gave me a budget of 50,000 at the beginning. It took me a long time to get 150,000. We just need to use the authorization, not exclusive, it shouldn't be a problem. As we are from Mudanjiang, I think Jiang Chen will agree to use the song Mudanjiang."

The cameraman said: "The TV station is already using it now, and we plan to use this song in all aspects of our publicity this year."

Old Wang frowned, full of worry, fearing that 150,000 yuan would not be enough to buy Jiang Chen's authorization to use the song Mudanjiang, which would cause trouble later.

Regarding the local publicity in Mudanjiang, if Jiang Chen's song "Mudanjiang" cannot be used due to lack of authorization, the effect will be greatly reduced, and the loss is definitely not something that can be measured by tens of thousands of dollars.

If they don't seize this wave of wealth that comes from heaven, they will definitely be laughed to death by the locals and many netizens outside.

Now is the Internet age, many places' cultural tourism promotions are performed by officials themselves, in order to show sincerity to the people of the country, hoping to attract tourists to travel and consume. Mudanjiang has become popular because of Jiang Chen, if they still can't seize the opportunity, it's really unreasonable.

Lao Wang immediately picked up the phone and called his boss again. After a lot of arguments, he hung up the phone and said with a smile, "It's settled. Another 100,000 yuan! 250,000 yuan for the license to use a song is a very high market price."

Xiao Li nodded: "That's about right!"

As they were chatting, Zheng Zehao came over with 30,000 bottles of soy milk and a bag of steaming hot pancakes: "Everyone, you've worked hard, have a hot breakfast!"

Lao Wang and the other two tried to refuse, but they couldn't, so they could only take it and eat it, and then watched Zheng Zehao go back.

Xiao Li whispered, "This Zheng Zehao is Jiang Chen's good friend. He is honest and graduated from a 985 university. He has worked in Shanghai for many years and is very experienced. He is now unemployed after returning to his hometown. How about recruiting him to our company? He seems to be a little older."

Lao Wang drank the hot soy milk and said, "I'll go back and tell my boss!"

Zheng Zehao is indeed over the age to take the civil service exam, but wouldn’t it be enough to just recruit him directly without taking the exam?

The three of them chatted, ate breakfast, and watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

Jiang Chen was having breakfast with Han Qing and others at this time.

After breakfast, Jiang Chen said to Han Qing: "Xiao Qingzi, go get some pen and ink!"

Han Qing put down her bowl and chopsticks and quickly ran to the yard next door.

Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia and others quickly put down what they were doing and started to help.

The more than 300,000 viewers in the live broadcast room were also very excited.

"Here I am. Lao Jiang likes to write in the morning and sing in the afternoon. I'm used to it."

"Served with pen and ink!"

"I want to know, when will Jiang's inspiration run out? He has a new song every day, and every day is a masterpiece. How can other people survive?"

"Hahaha, I don't care. I just like Lao Jiang's works. He has been writing for a lifetime, and I insist on reading them every day!"

……

Lao Wang, Xiao Li and the other two ate their food quickly, then stared at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen with anticipation and excitement.

……

Beijing.

Inside the Kyoto University office.

Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Zhang Shuwen, as well as Li Wenjun and Wang Fei who arrived at school early were all in the office.

Because today is the day when Peking University borrows Jiang Chen's works, Li Wenjun and Wang Fei personally delivered Jiang Chen's works. They happened to see Huang Bo and others in the office watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast, so they immediately sat down and watched it together.

Hearing Jiang Chen's familiar voice - Xiao Qingzi, bring the pen and ink.

Everyone in the office immediately sat up straight and perked up.

Huang Bo's eyes flickered: "Jiang Chen is going to write another work. I still haven't recovered from his song "He Xinlang" yesterday!"

Zhang Shuwen smiled bitterly and said, "That's right. I wrote it ten times in a row and still felt unsatisfied. I plan to write it a few more times today. I see how charming the green mountains are, and I think the green mountains see me the same way! No matter how many times I write it, I still feel like it's not enough. I feel like every sentence is about myself. If I could write a piece like this myself, I would die immediately, because every sentence is what I feel in my heart, but I just can't write it myself."

"When I saw what Jiang Chen wrote, I felt the same way about every word."

"Comparing yourself to others is really a death sentence!"

Lin Shuang smiled and said, "Those who know me well, I get goose bumps all over my body when I see them. I even changed my online signature to: I see green mountains are so charming, I think green mountains see me the same way."

Then, Lin Shuang looked at Li Wenjun: "Wenjun, you must show up at Jiang Chen's exhibition today! Stand on the Qingping Tune and let them see how good-looking the person Jiang Chen praises so much is!"

Li Wenjun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "I'm not going!"

However, there was a glimmer of joy in her eyes.

She was the only person for whom Jiang Chen wrote a poem to praise her.

In the past few days, many students from several major universities in Beijing have been discussing how beautiful Li Wenjun is. However, Li Wenjun does not use the Internet, so her photos cannot be found on the Internet. She can only be found through Jiang Chen’s live video and her ID photo at school.

Some people with ulterior motives also took photos of Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Yan Ruyu, Sophia and other beautiful campus girls from several other nearby universities.

Then, everyone agreed that...

Li Wenjun and Yan Ruyu are slightly better, followed by Wang Fei and Sophia.

Now when people mention Li Wenjun, they will think of the sentence written by Jiang Chen - the clouds resemble clothes and the flowers resemble face!

Similarly, when many people think of Qingping Diao, they will also think of Li Wenjun first.

Many people in the circle know that Li Wenjun really became famous in history thanks to Jiang Chen's work, and future generations will remember her for it.

This is an opportunity that many people dream of...

Leave your name in history!

Throughout the ages, how many scholars have sacrificed their lives, and even implicated their entire clan, in order to fight for such an opportunity!
And now, Li Wenjun has done it.

Huang Bo looked at Li Wenjun and smiled, "Wenjun, you're about to graduate. I've secured a place for you to stay in school. Then we'll be colleagues."

Li Wenjun was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Fei, and saw that Wang Fei had been staring at the live broadcast screen. Then 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 staring at Jiang Chen in a trance were all stunned for a moment and looked at Li Wenjun at the same time.

It is extremely rare to get a place to stay at Kyoto University.

Lin Shuang put in a lot of effort and went through several assessments and interviews before he got the position.

Now Huang Bo directly offered Li Wenjun a place to stay in school, but was rejected?

Huang Bo asked: "Do you have any plans and intentions?"

They all knew that for Li Wenjun, staying at Peking University would increase his reputation and background, and nothing else mattered, because Li Wenjun was a local and his family was not ordinary people, so people naturally didn't care about his treatment and household registration.

Li Wenjun thought about it and nodded: "Well, I have some ideas. I'll talk about them after graduation."

Lin Shuang suddenly said, "I heard that Yan Ruyu from Shuimu also refused to stay in school and might return to Sichuan University to take up a position. Her parents are both from Sichuan University!"

Huang Bo smiled and said, "Jiang Chen also graduated from Sichuan University, and Jiang Chen is a native of Rongcheng."

Several people were slightly enlightened, and looked at Li Wenjun again. They roughly knew Li Wenjun's choice, but they didn't say anything more.

When Wang Fei and Li Wenjun heard Yan Ruyu's choice, their eyes flickered!
Everyone’s eyes are looking towards the live broadcast screen!
because……

In the live broadcast screen.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others had already neatly placed their pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the large wooden table.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 500,000.

Jiang Chen slowly stood up from his chair, walked to the wooden table, and picked up the brush.

(End of this chapter)