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

Chapter 209 208. May we live long and share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart! Can a human being write this?
Jiang Chen's words instantly quieted the lively scene.

Everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Chen who was under the lights on the stage.

Yan Shouzhong in the audience shouted directly: "Yes, I'll give it to you right away."

In fact, Yan Shouzhong had made preparations in advance. He had prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Jiang Chen would use in the morning, just in case Jiang Chen needed them in the afternoon.

Although, others say it's unnecessary.

Because Jiang Chen had just written two masterpieces that were destined to be remembered forever in the morning, they felt that it would be impossible for Jiang Chen to write any good works in a short period of time.

but……

Jiang Chen really needs to write now.

Many people were filled with astonishment and amazement in their hearts - Jiang Chen's talent seemed to be truly endless.

Yan Ruyu and Fang Xueyi on the stage quickly walked to the backstage after hearing Yan Shouzhong's words. Sure enough, several student union cadres and young teachers were already walking over, carrying a long table with pens, ink, paper and inkstone on it.

The TV station's satellite TV live camera quickly came to Jiang Chen. All the TV station staff were also full of expectations, looking forward to what kind of work Jiang Chen would write on the national live broadcast stage.

At the same time, the school’s own cameras recorded the footage, which was then projected onto a large screen at the back so that tens of thousands of people in the audience could see it clearly.

Many people in the audience stood up one after another.

Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Qin Xuerong, Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Huang Wenqing, Qin Hanming, Li Zheng, Guo Haitao, Zhou Ming and other people from all walks of life stood up and looked up at the live broadcast screen with anticipation.

In the darkness, the images on the big screen on the stage were clearer, and one could see everything that was happening on the stage.

Fang Xueyi, Yan Ruyu, Chen Xiaojia and Pu Yuexi who had not yet left the stage quickly helped to put the table, writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone neatly in front of Jiang Chen.

Yan Ruyu stood beside the table again to grind ink for Jiang Chen. Fang Xueyi moved forward several times, wanting to grab the position to grind ink for Jiang Chen, but she suppressed the impulse in her heart several times and chose to stand quietly behind Jiang Chen, looking at Jiang Chen's back and the table in front of him together with Pu Yuexi and Chen Xiaojia.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room has now exceeded 30 million, and the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room is also flashing densely.

"Lao Jiang's hard control and pen and ink service are here, this is the part I am most looking forward to."

"I haven't memorized the Young China Sayings and Teacher Sayings from this morning yet!"

"I have a feeling that Lao Jiang will publish a masterpiece!"

"Lao Jiang's talent is truly unmatched. He wrote two masterpieces in the morning and continued writing in the afternoon. It seems that the masterpieces that others regard as their life's masterpieces are just ordinary works in his hands."

"Wow, when will Lao Jiang continue to draw the lottery? I just wait to win the prize and achieve financial freedom."

"Is the guy who sold 2.5 billion yesterday in the live studio? Can you tell us about your financially free life? Let us be envious."

"Wow, wow, wow, I'm just outside Sichuan University, I can't see clearly."

…………

At this time, Zhang Zhiqiang was in the brand new study room of the high-end flat he had just bought in the central area of ​​Chengdu, watching the live broadcast.

Outside, parents were watching their children and laughing.

He felt like he was dreaming all day today.

He bought this new house worth tens of millions today by swiping his credit card, and had his family move in in the afternoon.

This was a beautiful dream that he never dared to have when he was driving a sports car.

Now, he has done it!
Of course, he would not forget who brought all this to him, so he did not miss Jiang Chen's live broadcast this morning and afternoon, and gave back to Jiang Chen with practical actions.

In the live broadcast in the morning, he gave tips of one million, and in the live broadcast just now, he directly gave tips of three million!

This kind of reward made his hands tremble.

Although 2.5 billion has been spent, he still hasn't gotten used to it. This kind of spending of millions still makes him nervous and he feels reluctant and distressed, thinking that 4 million can buy another apartment or a luxury car.

but……

He thought again that the balance in his bank card yesterday was less than three digits. Today, thanks to the work given by Jiang Chen, he spent 2.5 billion yuan, gave out several million yuan in rewards, and bought a mansion worth tens of millions. Now he still has more than 2.48 billion yuan.

He calculated that even if he spent tens of millions every month from now on, the 2.5 billion would be enough for him to squander for 20 years!
However, he would not be so extravagant.

Of the 2.5 billion, he plans to use 2 billion for investment, 400 million for fixed deposit, and keep more than 80 million at home as pocket money. This way, his family will never have to worry about money for generations to come.

Watching Jiang Chen standing on the stage and picking up a brush on the live broadcast screen, Zhang Zhiqiang felt excited and grateful again. Then his hand trembled, and he recharged another one million and quickly gave it out as a reward, and then he stopped.

He felt that giving Jiang Chen five million in return was enough.

He knew that Jiang Chen didn't need his millions, and wouldn't ask for anything in return, he just wanted to make himself feel better.

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on site!

Hundreds of thousands of people were either watching the big screen on site or watching the live broadcast.

Han Qing also quietly came to the stage with her mobile phone and live broadcast, standing behind Jiang Chen, so she could take the closest shot, but she did not disturb Jiang Chen for fear of disturbing his inspiration.

Jiang Chen was seen holding the brush, but he didn't write immediately. Instead, he looked up at the full moon in the sky and just stood there blankly.

No one among the hundreds of thousands of people at the scene made a sound to disturb Jiang Chen, and many people followed Jiang Chen's gaze to look at the full moon in the sky.

Fang Xueyi, Chen Xiaojia, Pu Yuexi, Wang Jing, Li Wen, as well as Yan Shouzhong, Yan Yiqing, Huang Bo, Lin Shuang, Li Wenjun, Qin Xuerong, Wang Fei and many other audience members in the audience also looked at the full moon in the sky curiously, with serious and thoughtful expressions.

Yan Yiqing whispered, "A full moon night is indeed a good time to spark inspiration! Since ancient times, there have been many excellent works about the Mid-Autumn Festival. Jiang Chen may have been inspired by the full moon, and he is still thinking and radiating according to his inspiration."

Yan Shouzhong and others around him nodded in agreement.

Most of the people gathered here are experts and professors in the field of Chinese. They all have writing experience. Although their works are far inferior to Jiang Chen's, their theoretical knowledge is better than others.

Jiang Chen stared at the moon in a daze for about a minute, then suddenly lowered his head.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then, like Jiang Chen, they stopped staring at the moon and looked at the live broadcast on the big screen on the stage, their eyes full of anticipation.

Jiang Chen was seen holding a brush, dipping it in ink from the inkstone, and then directly dropping it on the white paper.

A few large characters quickly appeared on the paper: Water Melody!

Many professors, teachers and students at the scene immediately knew that this was the name of a ci tune!

However, there are still many people staring at Jiang Chen's handwriting and studying it carefully.

Zhang Shuwen murmured in a low voice: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, a relatively rare ci tune name! However, Jiang Chen's handwriting has a fairy-like feeling, as if every word is like a banished immortal descended from the sky, shrouded in clouds and mist. It's really well written! This handwriting, even if Wang Youjun is still alive, it can't be better than this, right?"

Huang Bo, Huang Wenqing, Qin Hanming, Lin Shuang and others nearby did not refute after hearing this, but nodded slightly in agreement.

because!

The words "Jiang Chen" are indeed full of immortal spirit, and each word seems like a banished immortal descending from the sky.

All those who understand calligraphy have a look of amazement and wonder in their eyes.

Huang Wenqing exclaimed in amazement: "I never thought that I would be able to see such calligraphy in my lifetime. Jiang Chen is truly a peerless genius."

Qin Hanming echoed: "The most incredible thing is that such calligraphy appeared in our era, which is even more precious."

The others around nodded in agreement with what the two said.

A hint of determination flashed across the eyes of Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Qin Xuerong and others.

The eyes of wealthy people like Li Zheng and Yan Rufeng were shining with desire, and they wanted to collect Jiang Chen's works even more.

next second!
Everyone stopped talking and continued to stare at the brush in Jiang Chen's hand.

Lines of words quickly appeared on the white paper. Jiang Chen's brush did not stop at all. Every word contained a fairy spirit and a mysterious and cold spirit that made people dare not touch it after seeing it.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu. The light will make you sleepless."

"There should be no hatred. Why does the moon always appear full when we are parting? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions. The moon waxes and wanes. It is impossible to have everything in life."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

Lines of words appeared on the white paper as if falling from the sky.

The scene became quieter and quieter, until in the end even the silent breathing sounds became a little noisy. Everyone held their breath, as if they were afraid that their breathing would disturb the banished immortal in heaven.

All the experts and professors who knew the subject had their eyes wide open at this moment, and many of them even had red faces, clenched fists, and trembling bodies, obviously they were extremely excited.

Yan Ruyu, who was standing next to Jiang Chen grinding ink, also stopped grinding the ink at this time. She watched Jiang Chen finish writing, slowly put down the brush, and couldn't help but read it out softly, which was heard by the whole audience through the microphone.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu. The light will make you sleepless."

"There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear full when we are apart? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, it is impossible to have everything in life."

"Nung, moon and new moon……"

As Yan Ruyu finished reading, her face turned extremely red, and her voice trembled slightly during the last few sentences. Her clear and pleasant voice spread throughout the entire venue, and reached the ears of hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the school, waking everyone up.

Many people in the audience were talking excitedly.

Yan Yiqing stammered, "This, this, this, this... this, can a human write this?"

Yan Shouzhong's voice also trembled slightly: "This is what Jiang Chen wrote just now. Good, good, good. Although today is not the Mid-Autumn Festival, this poem is the best Mid-Autumn Festival poem I have ever seen. Good, good, good! It's a good poem "May we live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart". It's great!"

Yan Shouzhong was so excited that his whole body was shaking and tears were brewing in his eyes.

Huang Bo, who was standing next to him, also said in a trembling voice: "This poem really captures the feeling of reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival. People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. It is difficult to have everything in life. I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart! This poem captures the ages, the Mid-Autumn Festival, reunions, and separations."

Zhang Shuwen shook his head and said, "This work doesn't seem like something that should exist in the world. It's really too well written. I didn't expect that the best Mid-Autumn Festival poem in history was not written on Mid-Autumn Festival. Once this work was published, it is not an exaggeration to say that Jiang Chen is the best in the field of ancient poetry. Many great writers and poets in the Song Dynasty were completely surpassed."

"Add to that Jiang Chen's long narrative poem, The Song of Everlasting Sorrow, which surpasses many great poets and writers of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. Jiang Chen's current talent can be said to surpass that of the Tang and Song dynasties!"

"Too good!"

"The only thing he lacks now is time."

"Or we can say that he is now only one death away from becoming an immortal!"

“Even if he doesn’t write a single work from now on, when he dies decades later, his reputation will definitely surpass that of all the great writers of the Tang and Song dynasties.”

Many people around were surprised after hearing what Zhang Shuwen said. They didn't expect that he would comment that Jiang Chen surpassed the Tang and Song dynasties. This is the supreme evaluation in the field of poetry and literature.

Because the Tang and Song dynasties were the pinnacle of poetry culture, tens of thousands of works were left behind, thousands of which can be said to be handed down from generation to generation, and hundreds of which are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation!

Can Jiang Chen suppress so many works by himself?
Li Wenjun kept reciting the piece in a low voice, and tears could not help but fall from her eyes because she was too emotional.

Wang Fei, Qin Xueru and others were also equally excited, their faces flushed with tears in their eyes, but they forced themselves to hold them back, staring at Jiang Chen on the stage without blinking, and at the masterpieces on the big screen that were destined to be passed down for thousands of years.

Qin Hanming, Li Zheng and other top wealthy collectors were also so excited that their faces turned red. They all wanted to rush up to snatch this work and put it in their own collection rooms. Jiang Chen could just name the price.

Even young wealthy people like Yan Rufeng, who had no interest in collecting before, were now looking closely at the words on the screen, constantly savoring every sentence in their hearts. For the first time, they felt that the beauty of our Chinese traditional literature was so charming!
"It would be great if I could buy this work! This work will probably become a top-notch national treasure in the future. Just based on this calligraphy and this work, it will be hard not to be passed down from generation to generation!"

Li Zheng said in a low voice, his eyes full of desire. If there was a chance to buy it now, he would definitely buy it at any price, even if it meant selling all his property.

(End of this chapter)