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

Chapter 143 142. A raincoat and a straw hat to protect you from rain or shine, no matter it is rainy or sunny!

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room have seen many works written by Jiang Chen.

but……

Every time Jiang Chen writes, he brings very high expectations to everyone.

because!

Every work Jiang Chen wrote surprised them, even astounded them.

They believe that the works written by Jiang Chen must not be ordinary works!

Jiang Chen's brush quickly fell on the white paper.

Several calligraphy fonts quickly appeared.

The eyes of many viewers who watched the live broadcast and understood calligraphy were shining with envy, jealousy, and surprise.

Zhang Shuwen smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough, there has been some progress. Each time is better than the last time. If he continues to make such progress, within a few days, he will be able to rival several calligraphy masters in history. Within a month, he will be able to rival the calligraphy master Wang Youjun."

Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Li Wenjun, and Wang Fei in the office listened to this, but did not say anything. They just looked at the few words Jiang Chen wrote.

Every word is like a work of art, and it is the realm of calligraphy that they have been pursuing for decades and dreamt of achieving.

Calm the storm.

Lin Shuang whispered, "It's a ci tune. Jiang Chen is going to write another ancient ci poem today?"

Li Wenjun said: "When Jiang Chen just got up and went out in the morning, it was raining outside, and then the rain stopped. Maybe this is a poem Jiang Chen wrote on the spur of the moment, Ding Feng Bo!"

After hearing this, several people nodded in agreement.

It seems that it is true.

The wind and rain rise and then stop, this just fits the meaning of the tune Ding Feng Bo.

However, when they thought about Jiang Chen’s recent experience, which gave him inspiration and allowed him to write an ancient poem immediately, they felt helpless and frustrated.

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, and Lin Shuang all shook their heads slightly, full of envy.

This kind of talent basically does not exist in modern and contemporary times.

Only the great writers of ancient times could do such a thing.

Because the great writers of ancient times had read widely since childhood, were knowledgeable, and focused on this field. Their understanding of Chinese characters far exceeded the imagination of modern people, so they could quickly write a neat work after getting inspiration!
Nowadays, basically no one can achieve this level.

He couldn't even recognize many common ancient poetry forms and had no idea of ​​the format and rhythm of ancient poetry forms, let alone writing poetry.

The people present were all authorities and talented representatives of the Chinese Department of Peking University, but when asked to immediately state the format and rhythm of the tune Ding Feng Bo, they couldn't do it right away and had to look up some information before they could say it!

Their knowledge is extensive and diverse.

Under their gaze.

Jiang Chen's brush did not stop.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not whistling and walking slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."

"The chilly autumn wind sobers me up, a little chilly, but the slanting sunlight on the mountaintops greets me. Looking back at the desolate place, I return, neither wind nor rain nor clear."

Words quickly appeared under Jiang Chen's pen.

Many people who speculated that this ancient poem was improvised by Jiang Chen based on his experience in the morning began to doubt themselves. If it was improvised, how could he write it so quickly? And so confidently?
Don’t you even need to think and hesitate?

but……

Looking at those calligraphy words that are the best of their time, they are also the best of their time in terms of literary talent.

Everyone fell silent, stopped thinking about those things, and just appreciated it.

In the office, Li Wenjun recited softly.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not whistling and walking slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."

"The chilly autumn wind sobers me up, a little chilly, but the slanting sunlight on the mountaintops greets me. Looking back at the desolate place, I return, neither wind nor rain nor clear!"

Finished reading!

Li Wenjun took a deep breath to calm himself down a little, but his hands were clenched into fists and trembling slightly.

The eyes of other people in the office were also sparkling with surprise and excitement.

Zhang Shuwen said with a trembling voice: "Who is afraid? A raincoat will protect you from the rain all your life. Go home, there will be no wind or rain, no clear sky! These few words are enough to be passed down through the ages. Does Jiang Chen really want to restore the glory of Chinese traditional culture?"

Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Li Wenjun, and Wang Fei all nodded in agreement after hearing what Zhang Shuwen said. They all had the same feeling.

There's a renaissance feel to it.

Jiang Chen wrote one masterpiece after another of ancient poems, which made them feel like they were dreaming back to the Tang and Song dynasties, watching the great writers of the Tang and Song dynasties writing down masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages with their brushes.

but……

Now is the contemporary era.

Moreover, it is the modern era of information explosion.

This makes them feel powerless.

Why is Jiang Chen the only one who can write these works?

Why can't these people and other people who study traditional culture write a single sentence?

It’s not that I can’t write a single word, but what I wrote is so unsightly compared to Jiang Chen’s that I don’t even feel comfortable publishing it.

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen and Lin Shuang have been researching and creating recently, and have also been working on several works.

If it were in the past, these works would definitely become their masterpieces and would be published in the school magazine or several familiar publications.

but now……

They didn't dare to show their works to others, for fear that they would be compared with Jiang Chen's works.

It's not just them.

Some other students and professors who used to like to publish poetry have also become quiet recently. As for poetry creation, it has suddenly come to a standstill. I don’t know how much they have written privately, but no one has published new works publicly.

Huang Bo took a deep breath: "Jiang Chen said that he will be back from Mudanjiang tomorrow and will go directly back to Rongcheng. He may pass by Beijing. Can you try to invite him again and ask him to stay for a few days when he passes by Beijing?"

Huang Bo's words were addressed to Li Wenjun and Wang Fei.

He knew that Li Wenjun and Wang Fei must have been in contact with Jiang Chen. They had also received works from Jiang Chen and were considered friends with him.

However, Wang Fei said softly: "I invited him yesterday, but he refused."

Li Wenjun: "I asked him too, and he refused." Of course, the two of them had invited Jiang Chen a long time ago, but he was rejected.

Huang Bo was helpless now, and then he said: "Well, I will send another public invitation to Jiang Chen in the name of our department. Whether he comes or not, I will send this invitation."

Huang Bo knew that neither he nor Jing Da behind him were qualified to put on airs in front of Jiang Chen at this moment.

At least, in the field of Chinese, all the universities in the country, and even in the world, are not qualified to put on airs in front of Jiang Chen and must bow their heads.

Lin Shuang glanced at Li Wenjun and said softly, "If Jiang Chen goes all the way back to Rongcheng and accepts Sichuan University's invitation, we will be passive."

Li Wenjun rejected the invitation to stay at Peking University and will most likely go to Sichuan University, which is Jiang Chen's alma mater and also Jiang Chen's hometown.

If Jiang Chen returned to Chengdu and accepted the invitation from Sichuan University.

In that short period of time, the reputation of Sichuan University's Chinese Department may surpass that of top domestic universities such as Peking University, Mizuki University, and Zhejiang University.

Although……

The school’s true strength and foundation cannot be caught up in a short period of time.

However, Jiang Chen's fame is real.

Huang Bo had obviously thought of this possibility a long time ago, and said softly: "That is Jiang Chen's own choice. If he wants to choose Sichuan University, we can't do anything about it. However, we have a good relationship with Sichuan University. If he can work at Sichuan University, we can use our relationship to get him to come here for exchange and study."

Zhang Shuwen and Lin Shuang's eyes lit up.

indeed……

Although there is a possibility of losing Jiang Chen, it can also increase some opportunities to communicate with Jiang Chen.

At least it’s not like now, where I don’t even have the chance to talk to Jiang Chen.

Wang Fei stood up and said goodbye: "Director Huang, Professor Zhang, Professor Lin, I'm leaving first. I will come on time this afternoon to pick up Jiang Chen's work."

Huang Bo stood up and said, "Okay, Professor Wang, we will definitely keep it well."

Although Wang Fei has resigned from the Central Conservatory of Music, Huang Bo still calls her Professor Wang, which is a kind of respect.

Several people saw Wang Fei off, then looked back at the live broadcast screen and saw Jiang Chen sitting on a chair to rest. They all breathed a sigh of relief and quickly started to work and prepare for the exhibition of Jiang Chen's works today.

…………

The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room were also extremely excited, and the dense barrage of comments and rewards never stopped.

"Good, good, good! Another masterpiece by Jiang has been published, leaving no room for other poets in the literary world."

"Who is afraid? A raincoat and a rain hat will protect you in life. Go home, there will be no wind or rain, no clear sky! Lao Jiang, how did you come up with these sentences? Why can you think of them and write them down? We can't think of them?"

“It’s a real pleasure to watch Lao Jiang’s works every time.”

"I just love this calligraphy, not to mention such a good piece. Lao Jiang, to be honest, when can you sell a piece of your work? I really want to buy it, I really like it."

"This work is really not something that an ordinary person can write. Throughout the ages, there are only a handful of great writers who can write such top-notch masterpieces. In the past five hundred years, there have been no great writers. Now, Old Jiang can be said to be the first person with such amazing literary talent in the past five or six hundred years."

"Fifty million, Lao Jiang, are you going to sell it?"

"I still like The Knight's Journey!"

"I like meeting people."

"I like Lang Tao Sha Ling, and the amazing feeling is still in my heart."

"I like Wangyue..."

"You guys still picked it?"

……

The comments in the live broadcast room began to talk about the works that Jiang Chen had written before, and each of them was liked by a large number of viewers.

Li Zheng has returned to Shanghai and came to Qin Hanming's place again. Together with Qin Hanming, he watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast and admired the works Jiang Chen left behind. Looking at Ding Feng Bo, which Jiang Chen had just finished writing, he said with admiration, "Another masterpiece has been published. Jiang Chen's talent is truly unprecedented."

Qin Hanming nodded: "Indeed, it is no exaggeration to say that it is unprecedented in history. What did you gain from your trip to the capital this time?"

Li Zheng laughed and cried, shaking his head: "Nothing happened. There are too many people who want to buy Jiang Chen's works. No one has succeeded yet. I have entrusted an agent, but the agent has not made a move yet."

Qin Hanming: "Which one do you want to buy?"

Li Zheng's eyes flickered. "The one I want to buy the most is definitely "Xia Ke Xing"! This piece of work makes even an old man like me excited. It is also the one that many collectors want to buy the most. Someone has already offered a high price of 180 million. Many agents are taking action to buy it from Jiang Chen. It can be sold for at least 200 million yuan. If it is auctioned, it may be sold at a sky-high price."

"If I can buy it within 300 million, I won't hesitate."

Qin Hanming nodded. Of course he knew that Jiang Chen's song "Xia Ke Xing" really amazed the whole country. Now there are still many people on the Internet analyzing this song to get traffic. If you open a few online accounts, you can see the signature of "Xia Ke Xing". "Kill one person every ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles", has become a catchphrase for many young people. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most used signature on the Internet.

If possible, Qin Hanming also wants to buy this work.

pity……

He knew that this was almost impossible.

It is impossible to buy works from Jiang Chen.

The three works in the hands of Han Qing, Li Wenjun and Wang Fei still have a slight possibility of manipulation.

Therefore, even though Qin Hanming knows that many collectors are taking action and a large number of intermediaries are operating, he believes that in the short term, no Jiang Chen's works will flow into the trading market.

Then, Li Zheng turned around and looked at the Lang Tao Sha Ling hanging on the wall, and said, "If this work can be traded, I am willing to pay 100 million. This was written by Jiang Chen when he left the Magic City by the Huangpu River. It is very meaningful. Although the calligraphy level is not as good as the later works, the literary talent is not inferior at all."

"I don't realize I am just a guest in a dream, I indulge in pleasure for a moment. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone, and the world is heavenly! Every time I read it, I have endless aftertastes and amazed."

Qin Hanming smiled and said, "So, I have been staying in the store recently. I watch these works several times a day. I feel full even if I don't eat."

Li Zheng looked at Qin Hanming with envy. Jiang Chen's works were left here, which recently attracted many collectors and literary and calligraphy masters in the circle to come and observe and appreciate them, which increased Qin Hanming's connections.

In order to avoid trouble, Qin Hanming limits the number of people who come to visit and appreciate to three people every day, and will not accept more than that.

Therefore, those who can come are all top bosses in and outside the circle, and every boss who has come to see it is full of praise.

Li Zheng could also understand those people's admiration for him. Seeing Jiang Chen's original works in real life was far more shocking and impactful than watching online videos.

After watching it, I was really convinced by Jiang Chen and wanted to possess him even more.

This is also one of the reasons why the prices of Jiang Chen’s works are getting higher and higher in the market.

After appreciating the authentic works of Jiang Chen, many big collectors wanted them even more. They did not consider issues such as investment and appreciation at all. They just wanted to have them, so they were willing to pay any amount of money. My love is priceless.

……

By the Mudan River.

After Jiang Chen and his group finished their breakfast, they set off again and began their second and last day of travel in Mudanjiang.

(End of this chapter)