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

Jiang Chen noticed the excitement of Wang Xuenan and Yang Qingyu, and said to them with a relaxed smile: "Yes, I'll give it to you, just keep it for yourselves!"

"Thank you for your hospitality. Come visit me in Rongcheng if you have the chance."

Wang Xuenan gradually recovered her emotions, suppressed her excitement, held Jiang Chen's original work with trembling hands, and nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, of course I like it. Thank you, Jiang Chen, this is the best gift I have ever received in my life. Thank you. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely go to Rongcheng to visit you."

Yang Qingyu also said excitedly: "Thank you, I also like this gift very much! Thank you, Jiang Chen! This is also the best gift I have ever received in my life. You don't have to go to Rongcheng. I will go to the Xiangnan TV station in two days to watch your performance and cheer you on the spot."

Yang Qinglan looked at her sisters Yang Qingyu and Wang Xuenan with envy, and then hurriedly said, "I'm going to watch your performance too, Jiang Chen, come on!"

Jiang Chen smiled, nodded to the three of them, and then said to Zheng Zehao: "Brother Hao, I asked you to come here to accompany me again. Come and visit me next time you go to Rongcheng."

Zheng Zehao laughed heartily and said, "Okay, I'll definitely go when the time comes."

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded to Wang Xuecheng again, then turned around and got into the car.

Han Qing, Yan Ruyu, Qin Xuerong and others quickly packed up Jiang Chen's things, looked at Wang Xuenan and Yang Qingyu with envy, waved goodbye to them, and got into the car one after another.

The car started slowly, and Yan Ruyu drove off steadily.

Wang Xuenan and Yang Qingyu originally wanted to drive to see Jiang Chen off, but at this time they were holding the original works that Jiang Chen had just finished writing, and the ink was not dry yet. They did not dare to leave and drive to see Jiang Chen off. If Jiang Chen's original works were damaged, it would be a great loss, and it would also be disrespectful to Jiang Chen. If Jiang Chen knew about it, he might be angry.

Therefore, the two of them could only stay and deal with the two works temporarily.

The group watched Jiang Chen's car slowly leave. The road ahead was also crowded with people, all waving goodbye to Jiang Chen.

"Old Jiang, please come again next time."

"Old Jiang, walk slowly..."

"Old Jiang, I can't bear to see you go..."

"Lao Jiang, I love you, do you know that?"

"Old Jiang..."

The calls spread far away.

Jiang Chen just waved to everyone through the window at first, then sat down and quietly read the medical book in his hand, no longer paying attention to the sounds outside.

Han Qing is still broadcasting live.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room had reached more than 80 million at this time, and then the growth trend slowed down.

Because Jiang Chen's work has been completed.

Many viewers in the live broadcast room were still discussing heatedly.

"Wow, two more original works have been given away. Old Jiang is really generous."

"Old Jiang, how can I be friends with you?"

"Old Jiang, do you know that your works can be sold for 20 or 30 billion? Are you just going to give them away? Can't you give them to me?"

"Old Jiang, when will the lottery be held? You are so generous, but you are not generous to me. I feel bad."

"Old Jiang, stop wasting money. Leave the good stuff to the family members in the live studio."

"Old Jiang..."

……

Most of the audience felt heartbroken when they saw Jiang Chen gave the two works to Wang Xuenan and Yang Qingyu.

Han Qing looked at it, smiled and said nothing, then turned off the live broadcast!

The show won’t start on the way, so Jiang Chen can read in peace.

Qin Xuerong was still reading the two works Jiang Chen had just written, muttering in a low voice: "Who says life will never be young again? The water in front of the door can still flow west. Don't sing about the yellow chicken with white hair!... Don't think about your homeland when you meet old friends, and try the new tea with the new fire. Enjoy poetry and wine while you are young... It's really well written... Enjoy poetry and wine while you are young... Jiang Chen, you can write such words, why can't you enjoy life while you are young?"

She felt that Jiang Chen's daily life was like that of a retired person, which was obviously inconsistent with the bold and unrestrained spirit of enjoying poetry and wine while one is young.

Perhaps, that is the life that Jiang Chen longs for?
Qin Xuerong looked at Jiang Chen who was reading a book in front of her, then shook her head helplessly and picked up a book to read.

…………

Wang Xuenan, Yang Qingyu, Yang Qinglan, Zheng Zehao, and Wang Xuecheng watched Jiang Chen's car disappear in the distance before they looked away.

Wang Xuenan immediately asked: "Qingyu, do you know a master who can mount calligraphy and paintings?"

Yang Qingyu nodded: "Of course, even if you don't know him, you have to find one, and as soon as possible!"

Having said that, the two of them quickly turned around and walked into the villa.

It was windy outside, and they didn't dare to just hold Jiang Chen's work and let it blow in the wind at the beach. If they didn't hold it firmly and it was played, or it fell on the beach and got damaged, they would definitely be scolded to death by countless people.

buzzing...

Jingle Bell……

Yang Qingyu and Wang Xuenan’s phones rang at the same time.

However, both of them were holding Jiang Chen's work in their hands, so they couldn't answer the phone, so they had to ask someone else to take the phone and look at it.

Yang Qinglan took out her sister Yang Qingyu's phone and looked at the caller ID. She said strangely, "It's Dad calling!"

Wang Xuecheng also took out a phone from his sister Wang Xuenan's pocket, looked at it and said in the same strange way: "It was also from Dad, who probably wanted to ask about Jiang Chen's work. They must have watched the live broadcast and saw that Jiang Chen gave you the work."

However, no one answered the phone.

When they arrived at the study, Yang Qinglan and Wang Xuecheng quickly found paperweights and other things, cleaned the table, slowly put down the two works, and then pressed the two works with precious rosewood paperweights. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, Yang Qinglan and Wang Xuecheng’s phones rang at the same time.

The two saw that it was their father calling. They quickly answered the call, said something, and handed the phone to Yang Qingyu and Wang Xuenan.

Yang Qingyu had a smug smile on his face: "Dad, did you watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast?"

Yang Qingyu's father, Yang Jingfu, also spoke in a more relaxed tone: "Of course, when I saw the girl from the Wang family taking Jiang Chen to your villa for vacation, I knew you two were going there. You behaved well and didn't act disrespectfully in front of Jiang Chen, and you even received a parting gift from Jiang Chen. Your grandfather sent someone to participate in the auction of Jiang Chen's works last time, and gave up after the bid reached 3.1 billion." "Give this work to your grandfather, and your grandfather will agree to any conditions you give. Your grandfather went to Chengdu to see the exhibition at Sichuan University last time, and when he came back he was fascinated, and regretted not bidding 3.6 billion to buy the work last time, and he also asked me to raise a sum of money to prepare for the next auction of Jiang Chen's works."

Of course Yang Qingyu knew that his grandfather was a fan of Jiang Chen's calligraphy and poetry, and he often practiced calligraphy at home by watching videos of Jiang Chen writing. After a month, his calligraphy had improved quite a bit, even more than he had done in the past decade or so.

Therefore, the old man became even more obsessed with Jiang Chen's calligraphy and poetry works. He said many times that if he had known Jiang Chen ten years earlier and could practice with Jiang Chen's calligraphy, he might have become a master of calligraphy by now.

If I could give my grandfather an authentic work of Jiang Chen as a gift, he would definitely jump for joy...

but……

But Yang Qingyu was reluctant to do so. Her mind was filled with the scene of Jiang Chen writing this eternal masterpiece in front of her, and then giving it to her.

How could she give away such a meaningful gift?
If Jiang Chen knew this, would he feel that I don’t care about him?
Yang Qingyu whispered, "Dad, I want to keep it for myself!"

Yang Jingfu on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then said: "You are so young and don't understand these things, what can you do with it? Your grandfather has always wanted to get a piece of Jiang Chen's work, this is his wish. Besides, there are only you and your sister in our Yang family, everything will belong to you two in the future, this work will eventually return to you, grandpa is just keeping it for you for a while."

After a pause, Yang Jingfu continued, "Also, if you are willing to give this work to your grandfather, I can give you half of the money I raised for your grandfather."

Yang Qingyu's heart softened a bit. After all, her grandfather was very good to her and her sister. He trained them as heirs of the family and gave them whatever they wanted.

Moreover, the family property will belong to both of them in the future, so naturally this work of Jiang Chen will still be hers.

So Yang Qingyu asked curiously: "How many are there?"

Yang Jingfu laughed and said, "Two billion!"

Yang Qingyu was stunned for a moment: "All?"

Yang Jingfu said seriously: "No, I'll give you half of it! These 2 billion are a reward to you, you can spend it however you want."

Yang Qingyu widened his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice: "So, you have prepared 4 billion to participate in the next auction of Jiang Chen's works?"

Yang Jingfu sighed, "Yes, I have prepared 4 billion. Your grandfather has this hobby, and I will definitely satisfy him. Moreover, 4 billion may not be enough to buy it. Since the Sichuan University exhibition in Chengdu, many top collectors have been obsessed with Jiang Chen's works. Like your grandfather, they all want to buy a copy for their own collection and appreciation at any price."

"If you put this original work of Jiang Chen up for auction now, I estimate it can be sold for at least 4 billion!"

Yang Qingyu once again intuitively realized the value of Jiang Chen's work.

Jiang Chen gave one of these precious works to her and Wang Xuenan respectively. Jiang Chen's image in Yang Qingyu's heart became tall and bright again.

She knows many top wealthy people at home and abroad in her circle, many of whom are genuinely generous and philanthropic.

but……

She had never seen anyone who would casually give away assets worth tens of billions.

Yang Qingyu said reluctantly: "Okay, then show it to grandpa first, remember that this work must be mine!"

Yang Jingfu smiled and said, "Of course it's yours. Your sister can't take it away. By the way, can you help me ask the girl from the Wang family if she wants to sell her work? The price is 4 billion. If she does, you can bring the work back and I will talk to his father directly."

Yang Qingyu looked at Wang Xuenan who was also on the phone next to him and asked directly: "Xuenan, my father asked you, will you sell this work that Jiang Chen gave you? If you do, he offered 4 billion. Talk to Uncle Wang directly."

Yang Qingyu knew that although Wang Xuenan's family was also wealthy, with assets exceeding 10 billion yuan, they would be wealthy no matter where they were.

However, he still couldn’t enter the top circle of the Yang family.

This work of Wang Xuenan can be sold for 4 billion, which is equivalent to one-third of the assets accumulated by three generations of the Wang family.

can only say……

Sometimes luck really does outweigh hard work.

Wang Xuenan shook her head and said, "Please help me say sorry to Uncle Yang. Jiang Chen is my good friend. He came here specially to see the gift I gave him. I can't sell it. I plan to keep it for the rest of my life. Even if my father's company goes bankrupt, I won't sell it."

Wang Xuenan's father on the other end of the phone was speechless and said, "It seems that our family's assets are not as important as Jiang Chen's work in your eyes!"

Wang Xuenan heard this and hurriedly explained: "Dad, please don't make things more complicated. You know I can't give this work away!"

Wang Xuenan's father smiled and said, "Okay, I get it. Just be careful. If anyone wants to buy the work in your hand, I will help you reject it."

Wang Xuenan: "Okay, thank you, Dad!"

Wang Xuecheng next to her was full of envy, as if his sister, who had always been invisible, had suddenly become the protagonist.

Yang Qingyu said to his father, "You heard it, even if Uncle Wang's company goes bankrupt, Xue Nan won't sell it. So, forget it."

Yang Jingfu said regretfully, "Okay, forget it! I know it's impossible, but I just want to give it a try. Your grandfather would be happier if we could buy two authentic works of Jiang Chen at once. Since we can't buy them, then ask Xue Nan if you can temporarily lend them to us so that your grandfather can appreciate them for a few days and then return them to her. Just lend them for a week, and I'll deliver them in person after a week."

Yang Qingyu turned to look at Wang Xuenan: "Xuenan, my dad said he wants to borrow your work for a week so that my grandfather can appreciate it. Then he will return it to you! You have met my grandfather, and he is very good to you."

Wang Xuenan hesitated for a moment. She didn’t want to lend it out. She wanted to keep such a precious thing in her own hands and admire it every day.

However, she, Yang Qingyu and Yang Qinglan grew up together, and was very familiar with Yang Qingyu's grandfather. They met often and she received gifts from the old man during festivals.

If Yang Jingfu wanted to borrow the money himself, Wang Xuenan could have the heart to refuse.

but……

Now that Mr. Yang wanted to borrow it for a few days, she couldn't bear to refuse.

Wang Xuenan said softly: "Okay, then I'll lend it to Grandpa Yang for a few days, and you must return it to me when the time comes."

Wang Xuenan reminded.

Although I knew that there was no way Mr. Yang would not return it, I still reminded him.

She really likes this work.

She now understood the feelings of those people who were crazy about Jiang Chen's calligraphy and poetry works.

Only when you actually see the original work written by Jiang Chen himself and then hold it in your hands, can you fully appreciate the charm of this work.

Yang Qingyu also knew that no one could resist the charm of Jiang Chen's original work, so he smiled and said to Wang Xuenan: "I will definitely return it to you!" (End of this chapter)