Divorce at the beginning and become a superstar

At that time, whether it is hung in the company or on the wall at home, it will better reflect one's identity as an elegant person, and it is a matter of face for others to be guests.

"Old Qin, hurry up and talk about the auction price, we can't wait."

Qin Guang smiled and said in a low voice, "There is no starting price, but this time our rules are different."

"Oh?" Everyone listened attentively.

"Today, my virtuous son-in-law, Jiang Feng, can only write three works. This is the first one. When we auction, everyone writes their price on the paper in their hands, and everyone has three chances to bid."

"The first bid will be publicized after everyone writes it. The three people with the lowest price will be eliminated, and the others will make a second round of bidding. After the publicity, three people will be eliminated. According to the number of people present today, there are only five bidders left. Individuals also bid for the last time, and after the announcement, the one with the highest price among the five can take the work directly."

After Qin Guang finished speaking, everyone was a little dazed, because the auction rules were indeed very novel.

Jiang Feng secretly laughed in his heart, his father-in-law is indeed an old Jianghu who has been up and down in the business world for many years, and this kind of operation will bring more psychological warfare to this auction.

First of all, set the tone that only three sets of calligraphy come out today, so that everyone can realize that rare things are valuable, and only three chances can be rewarded.

What's even better is the auction rules. When everyone writes their own prices in three waves, they don't know what other people wrote. In this kind of psychological hesitation, they will worry that others have written a higher price, so from From the first round, there must be many people who will write higher prices.

Jiang Feng couldn't help giving his father-in-law a thumbs-up. Bao'er also cooperated with his father and grandfather, took the drawing paper in his schoolbag and cut out many copies, and then sent them to the grandpas or uncles present.

Qin Guang patted the table, and the first round of bidding officially started.

Lao Zhang’s name is Zhang Ziguo, and he is the boss of a foreign trade group. The first half of his life was bumpy and rough. It was only at the age of 50 that his career had a huge turning point. He felt that this was the artistic conception of the first person, and the price of 6300 million was totally worth it.

The three sets of calligraphy handed over solemnly, and Jiang Feng also decided to visit the headquarters of the Calligraphy Association in Kyoto tomorrow.

Half of the task has been completed, and it's time for the Artists Association to take a look at the situation.

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng forced Qin Yuning to take a day off and sent Bao'er to the kindergarten together.

Then the two went to Fragrant Hills, Kyoto together.

Every autumn, the wind and leaves of Xiangshan Mountain are famous scenery far and near. Jiang Feng and Qin Yuning came early. Although the wind leaves are not yet red, they are already golden and beautiful.

There is a museum-like building on the shoulder of Xiangshan Mountain, which is the base of the Kyoto Calligraphy Association and the center of the Huaguo Calligraphy Association.

After Jiang Feng arrived, he found many vertical glass cabinets standing in the lobby on the first floor, with a pair of calligraphy hanging in them, and there was a small sign next to it stating the origin of the calligraphy and the author's life.There are a lot of people visiting here, and there are a few college student volunteers wearing little red vests.

"Ah! Jiang Feng!"

Just as Jiang Feng was about to go upstairs, one of the volunteer girls yelled.

As a calligraphy exhibition hall, it is naturally very quiet, and the girl's uncontrollable voice also attracted everyone's attention.

The girl blushed immediately, both excited and nervous because of the attention of everyone.

But soon, everyone's attention followed her gaze to find Jiang Feng.

"Big star Jiang Feng!" Many people surrounded him immediately.

A few volunteer girls ran over with starry eyes.

Qin Yuning poked Jiang Feng's arm, and said softly, "I told you to wear a mask and sunglasses, but you didn't listen."

"Being a star is not about doing something bad, what are you doing sneakily."

Jiang Feng replied, and then greeted them with a smile, patiently signing autographs for fans who wanted to sign.

Seeing him surrounded by a group of college girls, Qin Yuning curled her lips, not to let these beautiful fans find out that men really don't have a good thing.

"Are you also here to visit calligraphy?"

The girl who yelled before was named Xu Xiaolu, and her face was still flushed. Just now, she asked her classmates to take a photo with Jiang Feng alone, and her heart was still beating wildly.

"Oh, I'm here to join the Calligraphy Association. You have fun, I'll go up first." Jiang Feng smiled and waved to everyone.

Upstairs is the area of ​​the Calligraphy Association. Miscellaneous people are not allowed to enter, so it is not easy for visitors and volunteers to follow.

"What did Jiang Feng just say, he came to join the Calligraphy Association?"

A slightly older visitor next to him was a little puzzled, and frowned and said: "These stars just think of crooked ideas. Huaguo's calligraphy is profound and profound, and they would never dare to write good calligraphy without decades of skills. I see this People can’t be exempt from vulgarity, just to gain traffic, right?”

These words immediately aroused a circle of hatred.

Xu Xiaolu stomped her feet even more angrily, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you say that other stars are just for traffic, forget it, but if you say Jiang Feng, I won't agree!"

"Hehe, Hua Guo's next generation has been poisoned by this kind of traffic star. Since you like calligraphy, why don't you worship people like Mr. Lin?" The middle-aged man's expression was full of hatred.Xu Xiaolu took out her phone directly, and clicked on the Weibo where Jiang Feng posted calligraphy works before.

"See for yourself, this is Jiang Feng's calligraphy, are you qualified to judge him?"

The middle-aged man wanted to continue to sneer, but when he saw the handwriting in the photo, he was speechless.

He is also a calligraphy amateur, and he claims to have a certain level of writing skills, but after seeing Jiang Feng's strength, he has to admit that one is in the sky and the other is in the ground.

Seeing the middle-aged man running away in despair, Xu Xiaolu and a group of classmates laughed triumphantly.

Xu Xiaolu hugged her mobile phone to her chest, looked at the stairs where Jiang Feng left just now, and said to herself, "My idol is really up to snuff, I've never lost as a fan of hers."

Jiang Feng was not so comfortable when he walked to the second floor, and now he still has a hand on his waist.

"Take it lightly." Jiang Feng begged for mercy in a low voice.

"I see you were quite happy just now? So many schoolgirls threw themselves into your arms, how can you bear it?" Qin Yuning looked at Jiang Feng with a funny face.

"They're all fans, so it would be nice to have an autograph and a photo together. If I'm a star, I'm naturally a star who loves fans." Jiang Feng said seriously.

"I believe you ghost, just now a few girls took a photo with you alone, and each of them hugged your arm and wanted to get into your arms. I see that you are smiling brightly!"