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

Chapter 146 145. The only chance to obtain Jiang Chen's work? The crazy excitement in the collection circle.

Look at this little scroll!
Lao Wang, Xiao Li, and the cameraman all had shining eyes, sparkling with envy, jealousy, and even a hint of madness. Their hands were trembling slightly, but they took quick deep breaths to suppress the impulsive devil in their hearts.

They are all frequent visitors to Jiang Chen's live broadcast room and can be considered Jiang Chen's fans. They have listened to every song of Jiang Chen and paid to download them. They also know every ancient and modern poem of Jiang Chen.

Naturally, they also knew about the popularity of Jiang Chen's works on the Internet.

When Jiang Chen wrote "Wang Yue" on Mount Tai, someone offered a price of tens of millions on the spot, but Jiang Chen still didn't sell it.

Then, they often saw people saying on the Internet that any one of Jiang Chen's works could be sold for more than 40 million, and if they were the best representative works, they could be sold for over 100 million.

They don't know whether the news is true or not.

However, they knew one thing, that Jiang Chen's works had a market value of at least tens of millions!

In other words.

At this moment, the ancient poem Ding Fengbo written by Jiang Chen yesterday in Zheng Zehao's hand is worth at least tens of millions.

Jiang Chen also casually gave Zheng Zehao something worth tens of millions.

This gift...

It was definitely beyond the imagination of Lao Wang and the other two.

Father Zheng said casually, "Haozi, this is a letter written by Xiao Jiang for you. You must keep it well and don't damage it."

Mother Zheng also agreed and said, "Xiao Jiang's handwriting is very good. Didn't you say that Xiao Jiang's handwriting is very precious? Then you must keep it well."

Zheng Zehao's eyes were moist again, and he felt slightly moved.

He knew better than anyone else present how valuable Jiang Chen's works were outside.

He didn't expect that Jiang Chen would give him such a precious gift in return. He immediately swore in his heart that he would treasure it well.

Nodding vigorously, Zheng Zehao did not continue to open the Ding Fengbo authentic painting. He just saw the three words Ding Fengbo, then quickly put it away and said in a firm tone: "I will definitely keep it well and make it a family heirloom in the future."

family heirloom?
Dad Zheng muttered, "You don't even have a child, who are you going to pass it on to?"

Mother Zheng glared at the old man when she heard this. She was afraid that this would remind her son of his sad past, so she quickly said, "It's okay. Just keep it well. You still have a long life ahead of you."

After hearing what his father said, Zheng Zehao remained silent. He just found a box, put away Jiang Chen's Ding Fengbo painting, and then put it in a bag and slung the bag over his body. This way he felt at ease carrying it with him.

This work is of great value, and he is afraid that it will be stolen by someone with ulterior motives. This kind of thing has happened before.

He glanced at Lao Wang and the other two, then said, "I'm going into town to buy some things."

He wanted to go to the city to buy a safe to store Jiang Chen's original Ding Fengbo painting.

Lao Wang and the other two also felt the vigilance in Zheng Zehao's eyes, and they quickly said goodbye.

"Haha, we still have some things to do at work, so I'll leave now."

"By the way, Mr. Zheng, if you don't want to work in our company, it's not bad to open a farm stay or a B&B at home. Your place is now famous, and there must be a lot of people who want to come and experience the place where Jiang Chen lived. Just renovate your new yard, and you will definitely make a lot of money."

Lao Wang quickly changed the subject and gave Zheng Zehao a suggestion.

Zheng Zehao's eyes moved, then he shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it later!"

He didn't want to deal with these things for the time being, he just wanted to have a good and quiet rest.

As for making money.

He now had some similar thoughts to Jiang Chen and lay down.

He has hundreds of thousands of dollars saved, and his parents also have some savings. As long as they don't get married and have children, their family can live a worry-free life for ten or eight years. The family's land can also bring in some income every year, which is definitely enough for their family of three to live on, and they hardly need to touch the family savings.

Moreover, now that Jiang Chen had just left, he immediately opened a B&B in the house where Jiang Chen had lived. He felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was deliberately taking advantage of Jiang Chen's popularity and making money!

This is an insult to a friend!

and so.

Zheng Zehao was conflicted.

After a few people came out, Zheng Zehao drove directly to the city.

The two old people stayed at home and continued to do farm work.

Lao Wang and the other two quickly rushed back to the city and began to prepare for the next publicity regarding Mudanjiang.

in the car!

Old Wang looked at Zheng Zehao's car in front of him and said with envy, "This kid has become rich. Jiang Chen directly gave him a work. The news must be hidden. I dare say that within an hour at most, many people will come to him and spend money to buy this authentic work of Jiang Chen in his hand."

Xiao Li was looking at the message on his phone and nodded: "Yes, I saw a lot of people discussing it online, saying that Jiang Chen gave Zheng Zehao tens of millions, which is definitely a good friend. Jiang Chen's live broadcast room has been discussing it all the time."

The cameraman said, "Even if Jiang Chen didn't send this work, Zheng Zehao would immediately open a farm stay in the yard where Jiang Chen lived. It would definitely be a big hit! With six rooms, each priced at one thousand yuan a day, there would definitely be a shortage of supply. It would be easy to make over a million a year."

"But I don't think he's very willing to do that."

Lao Wang laughed and said, "I didn't expect that he has been in the Magic City for more than ten years, but his mind is still so simple. He doesn't want to take advantage of Jiang Chen's popularity to make money. This is rare."

Xiao Li: "So, Jiang Chen is friends with him. Jiang Chen may be friends with Zheng Zehao because of this!"

Lao Wang and the cameraman nodded after hearing this.

But then, the three of them still looked at Zheng Zehao's car in front with envy.

If they had the chance...

I would definitely quit my job and start my own business immediately.

Or, sell Jiang Chen's works immediately to achieve financial freedom, quit your job and travel around the country by car, and then travel around the world.

Assets worth tens of millions are enough for them to live a carefree life without ever spending them all.

pity……

They don't have this opportunity.

…………

Devil!

Li Zheng did not go to Qin Hanming's place to watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast this morning. Instead, he rested at home, practiced Tai Chi, and enjoyed his retirement life.

buzzing...

The phone rang suddenly.

Li Zheng stopped Tai Chi and frowned slightly. Seeing that the person on the phone was the agent he had found in Beijing last time, he answered the call immediately: "Any progress?"

Lao Liu, the agent who was in charge of follow-up, quickly said, "Mr. Li, did you watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast this morning?" Li Zheng: "No, what happened?"

Old Liu: "Jiang Chen left Mudanjiang and left a gift for Zheng Zehao who hosted him! Mr. Li, you should still remember that when Jing Cheng left Jing Cheng, he wrote a work for Wang Fei and Li Wenjun as a gift, right?"

Li Zheng's eyes immediately sparkled: "Jiang Chen also sent a work to Zheng Zehao? Did you contact him? Which work was it? He Xinlang or Ding Fengbo?"

He knew all of Jiang Chen's works by heart, and knew that Jiang Chen did not bring any works with him when he left Beijing, and that they were all left with Wang Fei in Beijing. Therefore, Jiang Chen only had two works he wrote in Mudanjiang, one for He Xinlang and one for Ding Fengbo!

These two works are full of life insights, and Li Zheng likes them deeply.

Old Liu: "As far as I know, it's Ding Fengbo! I contacted someone who knows the situation. Jiang Chen left the original Ding Fengbo to Zheng Zehao. Zheng Zehao immediately went to the city to buy a safe and took it home. He must want to use it to store the original work. Mr. Li, I want to contact Zheng Zehao right away to buy this work. What is your maximum budget?"

Thinking that he would soon have the chance to get an authentic work of Jiang Chen, Li Zheng's voice became excited: "What price do you suggest?"

Although Li Zheng was willing to pay any amount of money to buy the Ding Fengbo painting, as a businessman, he still wanted to get the work at the lowest price.

Zheng Zehao is different from the three people to whom Jiang Chen had given his works before. Han Qing, Wang Fei and Li Wenjun are unlikely to sell Jiang Chen's works. Han Qing is right next to Jiang Chen, so she naturally won't sell Jiang Chen's works. Wang Fei and Li Wenjun are both from Beijing circles, and they like Jiang Chen's works even more. Their families are not short of money, so they definitely won't sell Jiang Chen's works.

Only Zheng Zehao, who was born in an ordinary rural area near Mudanjiang in Northeast China and had just suffered setbacks in life, would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of large amounts of money.

Li Zheng immediately regarded the Ding Fengbo painting in Zheng Zehao's hand as his own.

As long as it is something that can be solved with money, Li Zheng is absolutely sure.

On the phone, Lao Liu also thought for a few seconds, and then said: "According to the information I know, now besides me, there are at least three other agents following Jiang Chen, and they may also know the situation here with Zheng Zehao. As for the market price of this Ding Fengbo, my suggestion is about 50 million, and the highest is 80 million. If it exceeds this price, it is too high and not worth it."

Li Zheng heard that there were three other agents who might have already known about it, so he didn't consider the minimum price and said immediately, "Don't mention 80 million. Just offer him 100 million. If he agrees, I will transfer the money immediately and your agency fee will not be reduced by a cent."

After listening to this, Old Liu admired the charm of Jiang Chen's work and felt that Li Zheng was really willing to spend money.

However, he also knew that for a tycoon like Li Zheng who had a net worth of hundreds of billions, money was really just a number. It was definitely worth it to spend hundreds of millions to buy something he liked and make other people in the circle envious.

Just like the famous competition among several top billionaires in Europe and the United States, they used yachts to show off their status and strength. A billion-dollar yacht was just an entry-level yacht. Once their opponents ordered a more luxurious yacht, they would immediately sell their yachts bought for more than one billion dollars at half the price and order more expensive yachts. This competition lasted for nearly ten years and was eventually won by a top billionaire with a yacht costing more than eight billion dollars. This competition lasted for nearly ten years, and a total of more than ten luxury yachts were ordered, with an average cost of more than three billion dollars, allowing several top luxury yacht manufacturers to make a fortune.

For the top wealthy people, it is worth spending money to buy happiness and prove their status.

Immediately, Lao Liu said, "Okay, I'll go to Zheng Zehao's house to meet him right away."

Li Zheng: "I'll wait for your good news!"

Lao Liu: “I’ll try my best!”

Just as he was about to hang up, Lao Liu hurriedly said again: "Mr. Li, wait! If someone bids against me and the price exceeds 100 million, will I still bid? How much can I add?"

The price is over 100 million?
Li Zheng was stunned for a moment, then frowned, knowing that this was absolutely possible.

As a collector in the top wealthy circle, he naturally knows how many people in the circle dream of collecting a work of Jiang Chen, and naturally he will not be stingy with his money to realize his dream.

Just like last time, someone offered a higher price than him, but Jiang Chen didn't sell it.

He likes Jiang Chen's work, but there are people who like it more than he does and are more willing to spend money on it.

After thinking about it again, Li Zheng immediately said, "The highest is 120 million!"

He carefully recalled the work Ding Fengbo and remembered the sentences in it clearly because they had been circulated on the Internet and in real life and could be seen almost everywhere.

For example, a raincoat and a straw hat to protect you from rain or shine throughout your life, for example, there is neither wind nor rain nor clear sky!

There is no doubt that as time goes by, this Ding Feng Bo will definitely become an ancient poem of the level of a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. With the blessing of Jiang Chen, the only master calligrapher in the world, it has a very high collection value.

Of course, the most important thing is that this is the only chance to obtain Jiang Chen's work.

If you miss this village, you don’t know when you will have another chance.

So, as soon as Li Zheng finished speaking, he added: "One hundred and thirty million, the highest price I can accept is one hundred and thirty million. If it's more than this, forget it."

Old Liu took a deep breath. He didn't expect Li Zheng to be willing to invest so much. He immediately said, "Okay, I'll go now!"

hang up the phone.

Li Zheng waved his hands excitedly, looking somewhat impatient. He picked up the phone several times and wanted to call Qin Hanming and other acquaintances to share his joy, but he forced himself to hold back because he had not yet received the Ding Fengbo painting. If he boasted about it now, he would be embarrassed if he failed to buy it by then.

Li Zheng endured it for a while and immediately went home, while watching the live broadcast of rewards and punishments on his mobile phone.

……

As soon as Zheng Zehao returned home, he saw that the road in front of his house was full of parked cars and the entrance was blocked by people.

"Uncle and aunt, we are here for tourism and would like to stay at your house. Isn't the yard next door vacant? We are willing to pay 500 yuan a day for a room, and we will book it all for seven days first!"

A young man spoke loudly to Zheng Zehao's parents at the gate of the yard.

However, someone shouted at the side: "Uncle and aunt, we are willing to rent a room for 600 yuan a day and the whole yard for half a month. The room fee will be paid in one lump sum! If you are willing to help us cook, we will pay for the meal extra."

Zheng Zehao's parents in the yard were a little at a loss. They had never seen such a scene before, with these people coming to their door and vying to give them money.

Zheng Zehao hurried in and said loudly: "Everyone, everyone, we don't rent the yard next door, thank you for your cooperation, thank you, we don't run a B&B!"

Zheng Zehao's words made everyone stunned.

Don’t you want the money that’s delivered to your door?
A middle-aged man said loudly: "Mr. Zheng, I will rent a room for 1,000 yuan a day for a week. Please pay in full first."

Zheng Zehao started to pull the door open, waving his hands and saying, "Sorry, everyone! We don't rent. If you want to find a house to live in, go find someone else in our village. They will definitely be willing to rent. We don't do business."

A group of people were turned away by Zheng Zehao, and everyone looked a little surprised.

They were all viewers who had watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast. They knew that the yard next door was brand new and empty. It was empty anyway, so how comfortable would it be to rent it out and make money? Six rooms, 6,000 yuan a day, 42,000 yuan a week, more than 100,000 yuan a month, and easily over a million yuan a year!

You don’t want such easy money?
However, Zheng Zehao had already closed the door and was going to lock it from the inside. He didn't want to see anyone outside anymore and seemed very determined.

And this time.

Several luxury business cars came speeding over.

A car quickly stopped, almost blocking the middle of the road. The driver could not take care of it. Lao Liu got out of the car and ran over quickly. He shouted to Zheng Zehao who was locking the door at the door: "Mr. Zheng, I have a big business that I want to discuss with you in private. Can you open the door?"

Zheng Zehao continued to lock the door. After locking it, he said, "I don't want to talk about any business now. Sorry! You can go find someone else."

Old Liu and the people around him were speechless after hearing this.

Are there still people like this now?

They all come to deliver money.

Seeing Zheng Zehao was about to turn around and leave, Old Liu didn't care about the crowds of people here. He was afraid that he would miss this opportunity and be snatched away by others. He shouted, "Mr. Zheng, wait, I want to buy the Ding Feng Bo painting in your hand, the original by Jiang Chen! The price is 50 million. If you are willing to give it up, we can trade it right away. The 50 million will be in your account within half an hour."

Lao Liu’s words.

The lively scene became quiet in an instant.

(End of this chapter)