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

Chapter 76 75. Writing a masterpiece on the spot? Fainting from excitement watching the live broadcast?

Huangpu River.

Jiang Chen stood under a parasol with a desk in front of him. Next to him was the fairy-like Han Qing. Behind him stood Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing, four people with different looks and temperaments, but none of them were inferior to Han Qing.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was amazed by this scene.

In the misty drizzle, it seems like a fairyland on earth.

"Lao Jiang, you took away five fairies? You took away all four accompaniment girls."

"Old Jiang wants to write? Write quickly?"

"What is Lao Jiang planning?"

"I can watch these five girls in this live broadcast room every day. I will not miss it. I will come as soon as the show starts."

"Old Jiang, are you reluctant to leave the Magic City? It's not too late to come back now!"

"Old Jiang, why don't you stay here..."

……

Many viewers in the live broadcast room noticed that Jiang Chen's mood seemed a little off. Perhaps he suddenly felt reluctant to leave the Magic City, and they all urged Jiang Chen to stay.

However, no one paid attention to what the audience in the live broadcast room said.

Han Qing didn't have time to watch it, and Jiang Chen almost never looked at the comments.

Zhang Li stood in front of the hotel's large French window, her eyes flashing with anticipation, and she also hoped in her heart that Jiang Chen could stay in the Magic City.

If Jiang Chen could really stay in Shanghai, his development prospects would definitely be better. After all, Shanghai has a population of more than 20 million. With the popularity and fans that Jiang Chen has accumulated here in the past few days, the popularity of the live broadcast room is basically guaranteed. He only needs to continue to maintain the previous live broadcast status, and it will continue to be popular.

In the Baomo store, Qin Hanming also said, "If Lao Jiang can come back and stay in the Magic City, I will give him my empty villa to live in."

Wang Zhenhua, He Xianzhang and Su Haijun all looked sideways after hearing this.

They knew that Qin Hanming himself lived in a villa area not far from the center of Magic City. That was the most expensive villa area in Magic City in its early days, and it is also the most expensive luxury house in Magic City now.

Because except for the early stage of the development of Shanghai, there were villas in the city center. Later, there was no place to build villas in the city center. There was only that one villa area, and each villa was worth hundreds of millions. Everyone who lived in it was either rich or noble.

Qin Hanming bought two houses early on, one for himself to live in and the other left empty, occasionally for relatives and friends to stay temporarily. The property fees and maintenance costs alone are at least millions each year. Ordinary people cannot even afford to live in one even if it is given to him.

However, Qin Hanming only said that he would give the house to Jiang Chen to live in, but did not say that he would give it to Jiang Chen, which made everyone feel a little calmer!
"Xiao Jiang is about to start writing. I hope he can practice calligraphy often during this journey and not waste his talent for calligraphy."

Wang Zhenhua said hopefully.

The others all nodded in agreement. They all didn't want Jiang Chen to waste his talent in calligraphy.

The Chinese calligraphy world has been in decline for more than a decade. Since the death of the last calligraphy master more than a decade ago, the Chinese calligraphy world has officially entered an era without masters.

Over the past decade, calligraphy masters such as He Xianzhang have wanted to break through and become the first calligraphy master of the new era, and rewrite the continuation of the Chinese calligraphy era.

but!

So far, no calligraphy master has become a new calligraphy master, and there are only a few calligraphy masters who are on the verge of becoming calligraphy masters.

Seeing Jiang Chen become a calligraphy genius at such a young age, several elders who really care about the development of the calligraphy field sincerely hope that Jiang Chen will practice calligraphy well, give full play to his talent, and strive to become a calligraphy master as soon as possible, so as not to let the cultural heritage of Chinese calligraphy be truly cut off.

Seeing Jiang Chen close his eyes and think, and then finally start to write, everyone remained quiet and watched Jiang Chen's pen strokes carefully.

Jiang Chen's brush fell on the rice paper, and then the speed slowed down.

There is no swiftness of the pen, only the heaviness of each stroke.

Every stroke can be seen clearly.

However, Jiang Chen’s writing speed was actually not slow, and the four words quickly appeared on the paper.

This calligraphy technique, which appears slow but is actually fast, is not something even many great calligraphers can master.

Langtaosha Order!

Dense comments flashed across the live broadcast room, and many people didn't know what these four words meant for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"What is Lang Tao Sha Ling? What does Lao Jiang want to write?"

“Although I don’t know what it says, Lao Jiang’s handwriting is really beautiful.”

"Are you all illiterate? Have you never memorized ancient poetry? This is an ancient poetry card, Lang Tao Sha Ling!"

"Cao, it turns out to be a ci tune!"

"I didn't think of it for a moment."

"What does Lao Jiang want to write? The Lang Tao Sha that we have to memorize in full from the textbook?"

"I can't even recite it now."

……

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, He Xianzhang, and Su Haijun also looked at the four words written by Jiang Chen carefully.

He Xianzhang, the only calligraphy master present, stared at him and said solemnly, "These four characters, Xiao Jiang, are full of artistic conception and a sense of sadness arises spontaneously. This is the sign of a master! If Xiao Jiang continues to practice hard, he will definitely become a master."

Qin Hanming and Wang Zhenhua nodded in agreement, while Su Haijun looked at Jiang Chen with envy, envious of his amazing talent in calligraphy. It was incredible that he had become a master of calligraphy at this age, and he didn't expect that he had already reached the level of a master.

The gap between people is really huge, even bigger than the gap between people and dogs.

Of course, Su Haijun himself is also a genius in the calligraphy world, but the gap between geniuses is also greater than the gap between humans and dogs.

Qin Hanming began to recall the poem Lang Tao Sha in the textbook, thinking that Jiang Chen was going to write that poem Lang Tao Sha, which was one of the representative works of several great writers in the Song Dynasty and also one of the pinnacle masterpieces of Song poetry.

Can be followed.

Jiang Chen continued writing.

"Outside the curtains, the rain is murmuring, and the autumn is fading."

A few words quickly appeared on the rice paper, and Jiang Chen seemed to have merged into one with the surrounding drizzle and the Huangpu River.

Everyone watching the live broadcast widened their eyes when they saw these words.

Su Haijun whispered, "Is there this song Lang Tao Sha?"

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, and He Xianzhang all shook their heads slightly. They were completely unfamiliar with these two sentences and had no impression of them at all.

As people in the cultural circle, they are extremely familiar with most of the ancient poems and classic lines in articles that have been passed down through the ages, and can almost recite them at will.

So, they could tell at first glance that they had never seen these two sentences before.

“Maybe it’s some obscure piece of work!”

Wang Zhenhua said in a low voice.

Several people nodded after hearing this. This was the only explanation.

The ancient poems that most people are familiar with are classics that have been passed down, and there are even more ordinary works. The number of ancient poems recorded in many ancient books adds up to thousands or even tens of thousands. Even for the older generation with a profound cultural background in Chinese studies, it is impossible for them to be familiar with every poem. They are only familiar with most of the classics and good works.

Han Qing at the scene was also continuing to slowly grind ink for Jiang Chen. Her movements were more skillful and natural than at the beginning. She had gradually gotten into the state. Looking at Jiang Chen writing, her eyes were filled with strong emotions that could not be dissolved. She just felt that this was the happiest moment of her life.

Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing were standing behind the two of them, and there was a hint of envy in their eyes.

The legend of talented men and beautiful women has existed since ancient times. Who doesn’t want to be one of the protagonists?

Chen Xiaojia lowered his voice and said, "I have never seen this poem before."

Pu Yuexi, Li Wen, and Wang Jing all nodded but didn't take it too seriously. There were so many ancient poems and articles they had never seen before.

But Jiang Chen's pen did not stop.

One by one, running script characters exuding a sense of sadness appeared on the rice paper like flowing water.

"Outside the curtains, the rain is trickling, and the autumn is fading. My silk coat cannot stand the cold at five o'clock in the morning. I don't know I am just a guest in my dream, and I indulge in pleasure for a while."

A moment!

All the audience watching the live broadcast, as well as Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing who were present at the scene, felt something was wrong. They felt uncomfortable all over, as if they were getting goose bumps, and their emotions began to become inexplicably agitated.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is more dense.

"Have you seen this poem? I have no impression of it."

"Maybe Lao Jiang looked it up in ancient books. There are so many ancient poems that I haven't seen before, at least several thousand."

"But aren't these sentences written by Lao Jiang better than those memorized from the textbook? Why haven't I seen them before?"

"Yes, it feels so good to read. If this piece of work really exists, we should have seen it before."

"It shouldn't be like this. This poem is really well written. It should be very famous!"

“Is it a buried masterpiece?”

……

Qin Hanming, Wang Zhenhua, He Xianzhang, and Su Haijun had all stood up and gathered in front of the mobile phone screen, staring at the screen without blinking, trying to see every word on it clearly.

Wang Zhenhua asked in a low voice: "Lao Qin, Lao He, do you have any memories?"

They both shook their heads at the same time, and Su Haijun also shook his head.

They frowned and thought hard, none of them had any impression of these words.

but!

They were all from the older generation who had a deep understanding of traditional culture, so they could all tell that the sentences written by Jiang Chen were definitely classics and definitely could not be unknown works. Reading them made them all emotional.

If this work really existed, it would not be buried in the thousands of years of inheritance. It would definitely be passed down and become a masterpiece passed down through the ages.

There is almost no situation where excellent works of ancient poetry are buried.

Because, it has been passed down for hundreds and thousands of years, and has been continuously selected and recorded by many literati and poets. Every work that has been recorded to date, even ordinary works that no one knows about, has been recorded and analyzed by at least dozens or hundreds of ancient people.

Those masterpieces throughout the ages have been recorded and interpreted by thousands and tens of thousands of readers.

Therefore, over the course of thousands of years, it is absolutely impossible for any masterpiece of ancient poetry to be buried and recorded.

If it was really buried, then the inheritance would have been cut off long ago and it would be impossible for people today to know about it.

If it is a masterpiece, it will surely be praised by many people and passed on by word of mouth, becoming a masterpiece known throughout the world.

Therefore, they could not remember any information about the sentences written by Jiang Chen, but these sentences written by Jiang Chen were obviously not ordinary ancient poems, and were no worse than the representative Song Dynasty poems that were required to be memorized in full in the textbooks.

So……

There is only one possibility!

Several people looked at each other and thought of this possibility, but no one said it out loud.

because.

That's amazing.

we can even say.

It's so scary.

Several people stopped talking and just stared at the live broadcast screen.

Watching Jiang Chen's brush moving stroke by stroke, watching every word Jiang Chen wrote, it seemed as if every word had great magic that attracted them.

As words continued to appear under Jiang Chen's pen, their breathing became more and more rapid.

Because the veil of the entire work has been completely lifted, finally revealing its true face.

"Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. The mountains and rivers are endless. It's easy to leave but hard to meet again. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone, and the world is heaven and earth."

hiss!
Qin Hanming, He Xianzhang, Wang Zhenhua, and Su Haijun couldn't help but take a deep breath at this moment, so that they could suppress the excitement in their hearts a little, but their faces had turned red and their breathing was extremely rapid!

Wang Zhenhua read it again from the beginning in a low voice with a trembling voice to make sure he had not read it wrong.

"Outside the curtains, the rain is trickling, and the autumn is fading. My silk coat cannot stand the cold at five o'clock in the morning. I don't know I am just a guest in my dream, and I indulge in pleasure for a while."

"Don't lean on the railing when you are alone, the mountains and rivers are endless. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to meet again. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone, and the world is gone."

And in the live broadcast screen.

Jiang Chen was deep in the drizzle, the autumn chill had already set in. Standing by the railing by the Huangpu River, he looked at the hazy high-rise buildings in the distance that looked like mountains and rivers. Standing beside him were five fairy-like figures. It was truly like a fairyland on earth. For a moment he could not tell whether he was in heaven or on earth.

A sense of sadness of parting, reluctance and dreaminess are vividly displayed between the lines, and every word is full of artistic conception!

Every character has the image of a master, and can be said to be the work of a master of calligraphy.

Coupled with the artistic conception of the poem itself, which perfectly matches the calligraphy font, this work appears more ethereal and perfect.

"Cough cough cough..."

Wang Zhenhua started coughing excitedly.

Qin Hanming's eyes widened as he pointed at the words on the live screen and said in a trembling voice, "This, this, is this something that Lao Jiang created on the spur of the moment? An ancient poem that he created on the spur of the moment and that astonished the world?"

He Xianzhang was relatively calm, but his face was also very red. He said with a slightly hoarse voice: "That should be the case. This poem is more amazing than the several Song poems in the textbook. If it was recorded in ancient books, it would definitely be known to the world and should also be included in the textbooks."

"But this poem appears for the first time, so there is only this one possibility!"

"It was written by Jiang Chen himself."

"Moreover, Jiang Chen's calligraphy in writing this poem has clearly made a breakthrough, and it can truly be considered a masterpiece of a master."

"I really can't think of any adjective to describe this masterpiece of calligraphy by a master." "I can only say that this is the only one in the world, and its artistic value is immeasurable!"

He Xianzhang became more and more excited as he spoke, and at the end his voice began to tremble.

The only one in the world, this is the highest evaluation he gave.

Su Haijun was also very excited, but there was more envy and a hint of admiration in his eyes.

How can he be so good and talented when he is younger?
Qin Hanming also murmured in a low voice: "Outside the curtain, the rain is trickling, and the autumn is fading. The silk fur cannot withstand the cold at five o'clock in the morning. I don't know that I am a guest in the dream, and I am greedy for a while. Don't lean on the railing alone, there are endless rivers and mountains, it's easy to say goodbye but hard to meet again. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone with the spring, the heaven and the earth!"

"This, this can be written by a human?"

As Qin Hanming spoke, his breathing became rapid and he became extremely excited.

Although he was a businessman before, he has always been interested in Chinese studies and has been studying and practicing it. However, his aptitude and talent are really limited, so he has not achieved much.

However, his love for traditional culture may even surpass that of Wang Zhenhua, He Xianzhang, and Su Haijun. In recent years, he has been donating to the field of Chinese studies, and he has purchased many works of calligraphers. Even if the value is not high, he will buy them to support the calligraphers who live a relatively ordinary life.

Seeing such an ancient poem at this time, Qin Hanming was extremely excited. His face became more and more rosy, and his breathing became more and more rapid...

next second!
Qin Hanming's eyes suddenly went dark and his body fell to the side.

Su Haijun was quick to reach out and hug Qin Hanming, preventing him from falling, and shouted, "Mr. Qin, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Hanming had already closed his eyes and fainted on the spot with excitement.

He Xianzhang and Wang Zhenhua quickly regained their composure at this point, no longer watching the live broadcast, and immediately shouted, "Lao Qin fainted, call an ambulance!"

"Call an ambulance and get the hospital ready for rescue!"

"Call Lao Qin's family, quickly!"

"I called his son and granddaughter."

"Arrange a hospital first."

Several people started making phone calls in a panic.

……

And at the same time.

The live broadcast room also exploded instantly.

"Who wrote this poem? It gave me goosebumps. Isn't it too good?"

"Can't you see it? This is obviously something that Lao Jiang created on the spur of the moment. Doesn't it fit perfectly with his current situation?"

"If this ancient poem was written by ancient people, we would have memorized the whole text long ago. But I have no recollection of it. It must have been written by Jiang himself."

"Is it true? Did Lao Jiang write it himself? This is too good to be true, isn't it? Is it true? Is it true?"

"Can Lao Jiang say something? Did you write it yourself?"

"I have searched the entire work on the browser, but there is no result. Apparently, this is a new work that was just written and has not been published yet. Do you understand?"

"Did Jiang really write this himself?"

“This, is this something we can see in the live broadcast room?”

“When did the live broadcast room become so awesome?”

"I was shaking with excitement and wanted to cry."

"I read it once and tears started streaming down my face. It's really well written."

“When will we be able to see such works in the live broadcast room?”

……

Zhang Li, who was watching the live broadcast in the hotel, was so excited that her fingers were shaking. Seeing the barrage saying that it was a work written by Jiang Chen himself, she searched it herself in disbelief. Her fingers were still shaking with excitement while typing. After making sure that there was no result, she believed that it might be written by Jiang Chen himself.

The reason why it is possible is that it is only possible unless Jiang Chen admits it himself.

For a work like this that amazes everyone who sees it, we must never draw conclusions lightly, as any mistake will have a huge impact.

but……

It is amazing enough that such a work appears in the live broadcast room for the first time.

In most people’s minds, live streaming has always been synonymous with vulgarity.

Because the entry threshold for live streaming is low, as long as it does not violate any laws or regulations, any live streaming content is acceptable, and all kinds of weird people are doing live streaming.

For example, Jiang Chen previously sang an original song every day in his live broadcast room, which was already impressive enough. It had raised the upper limit of content in the live broadcast industry and made many people feel extremely surprised.

And now...

Jiang Chen's song "Lang Tao Sha Ling" once again raised the elegance of the content in the entire live broadcast field to a higher level.

This caused many viewers to ask: "Is this what you can see when watching the live broadcast?"

The reward effects in the live broadcast room exploded at this moment, more explosive than the effect of any new song Jiang Chen had sung before.

Zhang Li recharged 20,000 yuan with trembling fingers, and gave it all out without blinking, but it was inconspicuous among the many reward effects in the live broadcast room and did not cause any waves.

Zhang Li took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She touched her cheeks and found that her face was covered in tears. A lot of tears had already dripped onto the ground without her noticing.

After taking a look at the audience in the live broadcast room, Zhang Li's eyes widened again...

The number of people online displayed in the live broadcast room had reached 130,000 again and was still increasing rapidly.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a miracle for the Penguin Live Platform during this period of time.

Even with DouYue's huge traffic, full-scale recommendation may not necessarily attract so many people to stay in a live broadcast room.

This is because the traffic during this time period is already at its lowest, less than half of the peak period in the evening. There is also no good live content that can retain viewers, so even if you force it, you may not be able to create a live broadcast room with more than 100,000 people online.

It is even more impossible to exist on the Penguin platform.

But Jiang Chen did it. He attracted hundreds of thousands of viewers just by his own content, without any recommendations.

And the number of people is still increasing rapidly, perhaps exceeding the peak number of online people last night, and possibly exceeding 150,000.

At the same time, Li Yumin was constantly walking back and forth in the office, holding a mobile phone in his hand, walking and watching the live broadcast. Then he couldn't help but recharge 10,000 yuan on the Penguin Live Platform for the first time, and gave it all out as rewards at once, which calmed his emotions a lot.

Li Yumin was extremely regretful at this moment, regretting that he had not offered a higher price to sign Jiang Chen.

Only then did he understand.

The true value of Jiang Chen’s live broadcast cannot be judged solely by the number of people online or the amount of rewards given. What is more important is the role that Jiang Chen’s live broadcast content plays in improving the entire platform.

One original song after another has made Jiang Chen's live broadcast room the one with the best content on the entire Internet. Moreover, the songs that Jiang Chen has authorized to the DouYue short video platform have become increasingly popular and are flooding the field of short video creation.

This song "Lang Tao Sha Ling" directly raised the level of the content in the live broadcast room to a level that even Li Yumin felt he needed to admire.

That is the true cultural and artistic level, and it is an extremely high level within the cultural and artistic level.

Such a live broadcast room, even if there are no viewers, is a banner and signboard of the platform, and it must be signed even if it means losing money.

Not to mention, there are now more than 140,000 viewers in the live broadcast room speaking excitedly.

To put it in the words of the movie industry, it means it is both critically acclaimed and commercially successful, with both good word of mouth and box office success, which is a guarantee of a huge hit.

Thinking of this, Li Yumin began to get emotional again. He took deep breaths to calm himself down again. He made up his mind again that when Jiang Chen's contract with Penguin Live ended, he would make a big contract that even Jiang Chen could not refuse and sign Jiang Chen to his own company.

At this time, Li Yumin watched the live broadcast screen as Jiang Chen finished writing the poem. He then took the brush, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote two large and elegant characters at the back of the signature - Jiang Chen!
Li Yumin took a deep breath.

He knew that this almost proved that this poem was originally written by Jiang Chen himself and was improvised on the spot.

Otherwise, Jiang Chen would not have written his name.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room continued to explode.

Chen Xiaojia, who was standing next to him, was outspoken and asked her own question: "Jiang Chen, did you compose this song Lang Tao Sha Ling yourself?"

There was also a hint of suppressed tremor in Chen Xiaojia's voice, and she stared at Jiang Chen with a flushed face.

Pu Yuexi, Li Wen, Wang Jing, and Han Qing who was grinding ink were all staring at Jiang Chen's face.

After Jiang Chen finished writing his name, he let out a long breath and vented most of his emotions through this poem, which made him feel better. Looking at the surface of the Huangpu River, he nodded gently: "Well, I had some thoughts for a while, maybe I was leaving the Magic City, and I felt a little sad, so I wrote this poem because I couldn't help but express myself."

Jiang Chen answered in the affirmative.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing all had tears in their eyes due to excitement, and they were almost crying, which was a sign of being too excited.

Although the five of them were not specialized in Chinese studies, they were all literary and artistic young people. They could tell at a glance that this "Lang Tao Sha Ling" was definitely not an ordinary work. It was at least better than the several excellent Song Dynasty poems they had memorized. Reading it made them so excited that they wanted to cry.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a masterpiece of all time.

And such a work was actually created by Jiang Chen himself, and they were witnesses!

How's that not exciting?
What's more, they are all literary and artistic young people, so they are more sensitive and touched by this.

The live broadcast room was in an uproar.

"It was really written by Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang is awesome!"

"This poem can be said to be a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. It will surely be recited in its entirety in textbooks. We have witnessed history."

"Watching the live broadcast is also a way to witness history, awesome."

"Isn't Jiang's literary talent amazing? Has it been buried before?"

"I have read this poem several times, and every time I finish reading it, I get so excited. It is so well written."

……

After Jiang Chen vented his emotions, a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the blank seal and ink pad that Han Qing took out. He picked up the blank seal, pressed it on the ink pad, and then left a bright red mark without text under his name. It looked like a bright red square.

carry out.

Jiang Chen put away the seal and ink, feeling much more relaxed, and then turned around and got into the car: "Let's go!"

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi, Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen, and Wang Jing all woke up instantly, and watched Jiang Chen get into the car in a dashing manner. They left this work, which moved everyone to tears and couldn't stop watching, and some people even fainted and were hospitalized due to excitement, on the table by the river, as if it was just a few words he had written casually.

Such a cool, carefree and playful back figure made several people a little obsessed, and many viewers in the live broadcast room also praised it.

Then, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others all knew that Jiang Chen said he was about to set off.

So they began to clean up the scene carefully, not daring to cause any damage to this authentic masterpiece that was destined to be passed down through the ages.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was also extremely lively.

"Old Jiang left in such a cool way. I'm really envious."

"I'm asking a friend if this painting by Lao Jiang is for sale. He can offer one million!"

"One million? Who are you insulting? My friend offered five million. If Lao Jiang sells it, I will just transfer the money first and give it to me anytime."

"Isn't he your friend? Why are you sending money?"

"I'm really asking, is this work of Lao Jiang for sale? Any price is fine, I'll pay you the price you ask."

"Forget it. This piece of calligraphy has reached the level of a master. There hasn't been a master of calligraphy in more than ten years. It is also an original masterpiece. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most collectible work in the past fifty or even a hundred years. Lao Jiang will never sell it. Even if he does, it won't be worth millions. Many wealthy collectors will rush to buy it."

"Things are valuable because they are rare. This work is unique in the country. There has been no comparable one in the past hundred years. Its value is absolutely amazing."

"Hey, little fairies, please be careful when collecting them. Don't break them."

……

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others carefully cleaned up the scene and collected Jiang Chen's works, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Qing then looked at the live broadcast camera and saw that the number of people online in the live broadcast room had reached more than 160,000. She was surprised and saw that many comments wanted to buy this work. She immediately said in a firm tone: "Don't ask, Lao Jiang's work will never be sold. None of us and Lao Jiang himself will allow it."

"Let's stop here for today's live broadcast. We have to drive off. Lao Jiang is tired from writing just now. He wants to get in the car and rest for a while. We won't broadcast anymore!"

After saying that, Han Qing ended the live broadcast at the speed of light, not giving the more than 160,000 viewers any time to react. After the live broadcast, he looked at the backstage information curiously, and a trace of shock flashed across his eyes again. In such a short live broadcast, the reward income was as high as more than 3.5 million. And it was not just the large rewards from a few rich people. The number of people who gave rewards reached a terrifying 85,000!

Of the 160,000 viewers in the live broadcast room, more than half paid money to give rewards, so the reward income reached 3.5 million.

Even though Han Qing didn't know much about the situation in other live broadcast rooms, she knew that the situation in Jiang Chen's live broadcast room was definitely not seen in other live broadcast rooms.

After closing the live broadcast, Han Qing saw Jiang Chen sitting in the back seat, looking a little tired and not wanting to drive, so she said to Chen Xiaojia, "Sister Xiaojia, please help us drive. Jiang Chen will take a rest in the back seat and I will take care of him."

Chen Xiaojia looked at Jiang Chen sitting in the back seat quietly looking at the river, and felt a little distressed. When she heard that Han Qing was going to sit in the back seat and take care of Jiang Chen together with Jiang Chen, she almost blurted out in her heart, "I will take care of Jiang Chen," but she forced herself to hold back and didn't say it out loud. She could only agree and immediately got in the car to be the driver.

Han Qing quickly got into the car and sat next to Jiang Chen, taking out the hot water and food that she had prepared in advance.

The two cars set off again, heading slowly towards the north!

……

And this time!
In a high-end private hospital in Shanghai.

Wang Zhenhua, He Xianzhang, Su Haijun, and Li Hui from the Calligraphy Association were all standing at the door of the emergency room, waiting anxiously, everyone's face full of anxiety and worry.

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the corridor, and a calm middle-aged man in a suit trotted in with a young woman who exuded a scholarly air.

"How is my dad?"

"How is my grandpa? Why did he faint?"

"Uncle Wang, thank you for sending my dad here in time. My dad has always been in good health, why did he suddenly faint? What happened?"

"Grandpa Wang, how is my grandpa?"

(End of this chapter)