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The four old people looked at the calligraphy and painting frozen on the screen, their expressions were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

It is hard for them to imagine that they can see such a poem today!

"This poem, I have never heard of it, I have never seen it!"

"Man Jianghong, what a good word!"

"Words are good, words are better!"

Old Ye said: "This word seems ordinary, but it has a long-lasting charm, has a strong sense of picture, and has a very strong impact."

"This character, coupled with this poem, is really majestic, with a feeling of being across the river and the sea."

"Who is this young man?"

"A person who can write such words should not be anonymous."

...

...

"Whoo~"

Lin Feng slowly exhaled, looking at the words, very satisfied.

Although the last stroke was broken, in his opinion, this stroke had the finishing touch, making the height of the entire character rise instantly, distinguishing it from other calligraphy and painting.

"Man Jianghong, great name!"

"Although I don't know what it means, the momentum of this song is really too strong!"

"This word should be original by Brother Lin."

"Come on, original?"

"Well, it's probably really original. I asked an old professor at the school who specializes in poetry and said that he had never seen this poem."

"Brother Lin, is this poem a gift for this National Day?"

[Chengbei Xu Gong]: This calligraphy is really good. I also know a little about calligraphy. Brother Lin does have some basics.

[Mulinsen]: Don't say it, I want this character.

[Fengnian]: My old man also likes this character.

"Brother Lin, is this letter good? Are the big guys rushing to ask for it?"

"I don't know calligraphy, but I feel that selling a few thousand yuan is definitely not a problem."

[Chengbei Xugong]: It’s more than a few thousand dollars. Leaving aside the words, the price of this original poem by Brother Lin is definitely more than that.

After Lin Feng wrote the words "Man Jiang Hong", he read it several times and was obviously very satisfied.

Nodding slightly, he pulled over a chair and sat down directly.

Leaning on the chair, picked up the phone and watched casually.

[Mu Linsen]: Brother Lin, sell this character to me, I like it very much.

Lin Feng saw that, just as he was about to speak, another barrage flashed by.

[Poetry Association]: Hello, Mr. Lin, our association hopes to include the original of your adverb, what do you think?

[Ye Fuyin]: The Poetry Association is still as shameless as ever, thinking of a white wolf with empty gloves? Those who want to buy should shut up as soon as possible, you can't afford this word!

"Who is this boss upstairs? Can you spray it like this? Even the Poetry Association?"

"Looks like a big guy..."

"I checked, Ye Fuyin: President of the Daxia Calligraphy Association, I'll give it a shot, bullshit, the old man can still post barrage at his age?"

[Ye Fuyin]: Old man, I can keep up with the trend, what is the bullet screen? I became the King of Glory two years ago, and those of you who killed Han Xin with one hand throw away your armor! The highest single kill of eating chicken is 29, which one can fight with one?

"666!"

"666!"

"666!"

The barrage was full of 666, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

The old man in his fifties is so familiar with the Internet that he even knows how to play games.

They suddenly feel like they are trash.

[Poetry Association]: President Ye is serious, and we are very sincere. If Mr. Lin can hand over the original to the Poetry Association, the association will give out a bonus of 100,000 yuan and an honorary certificate as a thank you. At the same time, Mr. Lin will also become a member of our Poetry Association.

[Ye Fuyin]: Is there any use for a 16-year certificate that costs dozens of dollars? Still 100,000, 100,000 want to fool past? It also bullies laymen who do not understand! Xiaolin, I see that you are looking at your phone. Remember what I said next, don't miss a word!

Although Ye Fuyin only narrated in words, it made people feel as if they saw him and could feel his violent temper.

It was as if he stretched out a finger to point at the crowd, making people dare not refute, and was suppressed by this momentum for a while.

[Ye Fuyin]: Your character has already entered the room, no, it's not an entry into the room, it's a faction of its own! Your word has the style of everyone, and with this word, your spirit has almost reached its peak! Even if you were asked to write it again, you probably wouldn't be able to write such a good work. If nothing else, your poem will be auctioned at Christie's and Sotheby's. There is not one that cannot be won by tens of millions. If you meet someone you like, hundreds of millions are not impossible.

After a few words, the shocked people were speechless.

A word, tens of millions?

Even hundreds of millions?

Zhang Kai and others were also shocked by Ye Fuyin's remarks.

Even the Poetry Association kept silent.

They are not Ye Fuyin, not professional calligraphers.

They can only superficially feel that the word is very charming and imposing.

I can feel that this word has an indescribable momentum, which makes people feel blood boiling, and a sadness and grandeur.

They realized that the original poem and the calligraphy written by Lin Feng were of great value.

Unexpectedly, the value is so high.

The numbers that Ye Fuyin said, really, they were intimidated.

Tens of millions...

If someone else said it, they would think it was a joke.

But how could the chairman of Ye Fuyin Tangtang Sorcery Association be a professor of ancient literature at Jinling University?

"Tens of millions, even hundreds of millions? Old man, are you kidding me?"

"Is this character really so well written?"

"I admit, this word made me cry, but this is a good word, and it has nothing to do with the word, right?"

[Ye Fuyin]: Old man, will I joke with you? The words are really good, so good that I can't fault it. I guess Xiaolin should have written it especially for the National Day. Moreover, this is an ancient word, and the choice of words and sentences is not contrived at all, just like the ancients. As for calligraphy, you are not learning calligraphy. Let me tell you briefly.

"Xiao Lin's calligraphy is very ordinary, but not ordinary. Even ordinary people like you who have never learned calligraphy can read it and become addicted to it. This is enough to explain a lot of things."

"Real good characters are not about being well-behaved, nor how vigorous the style of writing is, but...returning to the basics!"

"Remember these four words and return to the original!"

"Calligraphy pays attention to a state. Even if it is me and other calligraphers, it does not mean that you can write a good character anytime, anywhere. Emotions need to be brewed. The words that fall on the paper are the emotions we want to express. A pen is a medium for conveying emotions, I said so, do you understand?"

Lin Feng looked at Ye Fuyin's words and nodded subconsciously in agreement.

Calligraphy really pays attention to such a state.

Without the state, without the strong urge to express emotions, no matter how good-looking the written words are, they are just words, not souls.

But for a picture he said tens of millions, hundreds of millions, this is what the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom.

People who are really willing to spend tens of millions to buy a pair of calligraphy and painting are, after all, a minority.

Don't look at the fact that there are hundreds of millions or even hundreds of millions of calligraphy, paintings and paintings in auctions.

But that moisture is very large.

There are a lot of calligraphy and painting, and even used for money laundering.

It's far from its real value.

Zhang Kai said: "Mr. Ye Fuyin is the president of the Daxia Calligraphy Association, and he is also a calligrapher. A calligraphy he wrote was sold at a Christie's international auction for 12 million yuan. I think what Mr. Ye said is very authoritative."

Qu Li shook his head: "I was fortunate enough to meet everyone Ye, a very arrogant and unruly old gentleman. He was also very funny."

Niu Zhi smiled bitterly: "I'm a big old man and I don't know calligraphy, but I can feel that Lin Feng's writing is really unusual."

They are completely overwhelmed now.

People are challenged to stay at home for 100 days, and they can't wait to lie in bed all day.

Lin Feng is better. He wrote the book on the same day, made money the next day, and received 4 million yuan in manuscript fees on the fourth day.

Those who have been at home for 100 days despite Lin Feng's popularity, are still wondering whether to eat one steamed bun or two steamed buns tomorrow, Lin Feng has already started to eat big fish and meat.

They were not even as good as Lord Wolf.

No, the living standard of Lord Wolf is enough to hang them.

[Fengnian]: Ye everyone, how much would you estimate the price of Lin Feng?

[Chengbei Xu Gong]: Brother Feng is interested?

[Fengnian]: The old man likes it very much. It just so happens that his birthday is coming, so I want to give him a gift.

"Don't say it, please don't say it, I really can't stay in this live broadcast room anymore."

"Thank you, Brother Fengnian, for letting me know that I am really a scumbag."

[Ye Fuyin]: Are you serious? This painting is really going to be auctioned, and 30 million people will buy it.

[Fengnian]: Xiaolin, 30 million, are you willing to take action?

"Nima, do you really buy it?"

"That's 30 million!!! How to say it's as simple as 3,000 yuan?"

Lin Feng was a little surprised. As a calligrapher, he naturally knew that this calligraphy was indeed worth the price.

But that's the only way to spend this money when you meet people who really like calligraphy.

For those who do not understand calligraphy and are not interested at all, this character is not worth 3,000 yuan.

Lin Feng said, "Brother Feng, have you thought about it?"

[Fengnian]: My father is a veteran. After reading this, his eyes were red. This is the first time I have seen him so emotional. I think this word may remind him of his old comrade-in-arms. My father likes it, I have the ability, more money and less money is nothing.

I see.

He was indeed moved by this word.

These two days, he watched TV and the National Day military parade.

When standing in front of the desk, a lot of emotions are accumulated in my mind, so I have this song "Red River".

Even an ordinary person, reading this poem for the first time, can feel the power contained in this poem!

And that unwavering will!

This is the unique will of the people of Daxia, who would rather die than give in!

As a soldier, especially a veteran, that feeling is even deeper.

Almost every word is like a knife, forcibly opening their memories and immersing them in it.

As if the scenes from the past were just in front of you.

"Brother Feng's father is a veteran? Disrespect!"

"My grandfather is also a veteran, but he passed away a few years ago."

"Salute to the veterans!"

[Fengnian]: On behalf of my father, I would like to thank everyone.

Lin Feng said: "Since the old man's birthday is coming soon, I just happened to prepare a gift. When my gift is ready, Brother Feng, please let someone come over and get it together."

[Fengnian]: OK, then I'll wait for your news.

Lin Feng: "Brother Feng, I chatted with you privately."

Feng Nian was a little puzzled and didn't understand why they were chatting privately.

Soon, I saw Lin Feng's private chat window.

Lin Feng: "Brother Feng, do you have any photos of the old man when he was young?"

Feng Nian: "There aren't many photos. Wait, I'll look for them."

After a while, a photo came over: "What do you want this for?"

Lin Feng: "Give the old man a gift."

"what gift?"

"Keep it a secret first." Lin Feng smiled mysteriously and said, "I'll go to work first and wait for my news."

"Row."

Feng Nian was also curious what gifts Lin Feng would prepare.

Lin Feng opens the photo.

In the photo, there are eleven young people ranging in age from seventeen or eighteen to their early twenties.

These young people wore very ordinary army green cotton padded clothes, with guns hanging in their hands or on their backs, and a large knife hanging on their waists, and their dark faces showed maturity that did not match their age.

They smiled happily, even a little sluggish.

They are the harvest year's father and his comrades-in-arms.

They are still very young, but they lost their lives in battles.

Of the eleven people, only his father and two others survived.

Several other people died in the battle, and even the bones were left on the 38th line and could not be brought back.

That era was like this, and being able to survive was the greatest luck.

After dying in battle, it is an extravagant hope to want the soul to return home.

He stared at the photo for a long time, then dialed Yang Shasha's number.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong?"

"Buy me something."

"Oh, well, what?"

...

After communicating with Yang Shasha, the phone suddenly rang.

A call from an unfamiliar number.

"Hello……"

"Xiao Lin, it's me, Ye Fuyin."

"Hello, Master Ye." He had a good impression of Ye Fuyin.

Ye Fuyin said, "Xiao Lin, are you interested in joining our calligraphy association?"

"Uh... If you don't need to participate in any activities, it's okay."

"Hahaha, don't worry, our association doesn't do that kind of thing, we just get together occasionally, drink tea, and write and write together. If you're interested, you can participate. If you're not interested, it's fine if you don't come."

"That's fine." Lin Feng likes this kind of unforced.

Ye Fuyin said: "Are you sure you have sold this character?"

"Um."

"This word, if you can bear your temper, wait a few more years, and the price can be higher."

"It's okay." Lin Feng smiled, he was not short of money.

Of course, the state just now is not always possible.

Especially the broken brush at the end, not only did not destroy the whole calligraphy and painting, but made it more imposing.

After chatting with Ye Fuyin, Ye Fuyin didn't even come to visit.

He knew that Lin Feng was challenging, and it was not appropriate to disturb others at this time.

Not to mention asking for words.

How much does a painting cost?

That's all you mentioned, are you okay?

This is not thick-skinned, it is called not understanding the rules.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng put the word down and said to Lord Wolf, "Let's go, go down."

On the Internet, his words undoubtedly caused some turmoil.

Sky-high calligraphy and painting!

Original old words!

No one dares to question the value of calligraphy and painting. Ye Fuyin, who has an aloof status and a connoisseur of connoisseurs, has spoken, and its value is beyond doubt.

And everyone who has seen this word is full of praise.

The phrase also caused quite a stir.

Tsinghua University.

A scholar specializing in ancient poetry, after answering a phone call, turned on the computer and quickly found the poem.

While watching, he shook his head in admiration. After reading it, he slapped the table: "Good words, good words!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang. It was a student he once taught and is now working on CCTV.

"Mr. Fang, have you read the song "Man Jiang Hong"?"

"Just finished it." Teacher Fang asked, "Which famous artist made this? Give me a call, I want to visit."

"This word... how is it?"

"Okay, very good!" Perhaps thinking that this answer was too perfunctory, Teacher Fang pondered for a while, and said, "It's not grand! Great ambition! I can't make such a word. Even if I read it for a thousand years, it will still be full of vitality. Yan. Don't wait for another word, it should be a proverb for the ages!"

The other party took a deep breath: "Mr. Fang, isn't this evaluation too high?"

"High?" Teacher Fang snorted softly: "If you can make such a word in peacetime, you have to come out on top in my evaluation!"

Immediately asked: "Come on, who did this?"

The other party: "It's a 26-year-old young man. His name is Lin Feng. You should have heard of Mr. Fang, Lin Feng, who is called the strongest challenger in "Battery List"."

"It's him?"

Teacher Fang was stunned for a moment. He had naturally heard of this person. He also watched the live broadcast of the boxing match that shocked the world some time ago.

He established the world with a body of Chinese martial arts, and he was full of passion.

"No wonder, this is no wonder." Teacher Fang said: "I don't have a pure heart, and I can't write such words. I'm not surprised. But it can be seen from his words that this is a patriotic son."

The other party: "Mr. Fang, I would like to ask you, is it appropriate for this poem to be used as a National Day gift?"

"Just right! The right one couldn't be more right!"

"That's great, I'll contact him right away."

"Attitude is correct." Teacher Fang said suddenly: "Mo is bossy because of his age, do you know?"

The other party embarrassed: "Mr. Fang, what you said, I'm not that kind of person."

"Humph!" Teacher Fang said, "You guys are used to being high above the board. I'm afraid you've forgotten how to talk to ordinary people. This song is very good. It's no problem if you want to promote it, but don't make any mistakes in terms of copyright. Words are priceless, do you know that?"

"I know, Mr. Fang, don't worry, we must pay the copyright fee for this word."

After hanging up the phone, Teacher Fang continued to watch.

This kind of word is really not enough once, twice is not enough, and reading it a thousand times is not enough.

the other side.

Lin Feng has already received a call from Yang Shasha, and he has already bought what he wants.

"Brother Lin, the things can be delivered tonight, and I'll deliver them to you when the time comes."

"it is good."

"By the way, CCTV just called. They want to buy the copyright of "Man Jiang Hong"."

"CCTV?" Lin Feng was taken aback for a moment, he just finished writing here, and he wants to buy it there?

Is it that fast?

"Yes." Yang Shasha said: "Isn't it a National Day recently? CCTV thinks this song is very suitable for this festival, so I want to buy it to express my emotions and use it as a gift for the National Day."

Lin Feng was stunned and immediately said: "Don't buy it, tell them to take it if you need it. But it can only be promoted, not profitable."

This poem was written by the general Yue Fei, and the content of the description is actually very simple.

The second film is about the deep hatred for the enemy, the ardent desire for the reunification of the motherland, and the unyielding loyalty to the country's court.

The whole poem is passionate, generous and heroic, showing a kind of righteousness and heroic temperament, expressing confidence and optimism in serving the country's merits.

It is indeed the most suitable for National Day gifts.

Since CCTV needs it, take it.

To talk about money in this regard would be an insult to the song "Man Jiang Hong".

As the old man surnamed Ye said, talent is in one's body, poetry can kill the enemy, words can destroy the army, and articles can make the world safe!

The power of words transcends paper, spans time and space, and is sufficient to produce inspiring effects at any time.

In this five thousand years, there is a group of people who use the pen as a sword to preserve history.

And it is this group of people who, whenever there is a change in the country, suffers the most severe persecution.

But even in life and death, they stand upright and do not join forces.

They use the soft tip to show the hardest pride!

Literati should have the courage!

"Okay, then I'll reply to them."

The phone just hung up when another call came in.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I'm the president of Modu University, Fan Zhongyi."

Lin Feng was surprised and didn't know why: "Hello, Principal Fan, what are you looking for from me?"

Fan Zhongdao: "I saw the song "Man Jiang Hong" on the Internet. I want to include this poem in the textbook of the Magic City University for the next year. I want to ask for your consent."

Included in the textbook!

This is what many scholars dream of.

To have an article and a poem included in the textbook is enough to shine on the lintel!

Since ancient times, merchant families have always hoped to step into the circle of literati.

Many families even spend a lot of money to support some literati, or buy poetry from them as a ticket to the literati circle.

In this regard, Lin Feng naturally has no opinion.

Seeing Lin Feng agree, a stone in Fan Zhongyi's heart fell to the ground.

This word was first discovered by a professor of Modu University, and he contacted him as soon as he discovered it, which is why this call was made.

Although he did not mainly study ancient poems, he could see the power of this poem.

According to the old professors of ancient poetry in the college, this poem is more than enough in the textbooks!

"Mr. Lin, I don't know if you have time these days. There are several old professors in our college who want to visit you in person."

"I'm afraid it won't work these days." Lin Feng said, "I have something to do."

"That's okay, just wait for your work to finish."

"it is good."

This is not Lin Feng's intentional excuse, he does have something to do.

As soon as Fan Zhong came to the door, there were other things he wanted to discuss with Lin Feng.

The 115th anniversary of Modu University is approaching, and the school is also collecting poems and songs recently.

This activity is very big. Besides Modu University, many people outside are also writing poems in response to this activity.

But good poetry is not easy to write.

Now that Lin Feng suddenly appeared, Fan Zhongyi naturally refused to let this opportunity go.

Too bad he doesn't have time right now.

...

In the evening, there was a knock on the door.

Yang Shasha is here.

Behind her, there were several men in overalls, pushing a big, tightly packed thing with a cart.

At least this thing is two high and five meters long.

"Brother Lin, when the thing arrives, do you want to push it directly?"

"Come on."

Things were left in the house and the staff left.

Yang Shasha said, "Brother Lin, I'm going back too, call me if you have something."

"Let's have dinner together."

"Doesn't it affect you?" When it came to eating, the greedy worm in Yang Shasha's stomach was hooked.

"It doesn't matter."

He is not short of money now, and it is a ball to eat a meal.

Dinner is almost a vegetarian feast.

Lin Feng didn't order takeout, but picked the ripe vegetables from the balcony.

Braised eggplant, tiger skin green peppers, leek eggs, stir-fried green vegetables...

"Has Brother Lin changed to a vegetarian diet?"

"It's rare to have a guest come to your door, so you can eat this?"

"Sasha, don't follow Brother Lin, follow me, I'll give you meat every day!"

"Have pity on me, Salsa, I can only eat vegetables tonight."

"Am I the only one curious about what Brother Lin bought?"

"Curiosity is useful for birds. Anyway, Brother Lin will dismantle it. Just wait."

Soon, dinner will be served.

Plates of vegetables are served, and at a glance, they are all green.

Yang Shasha smelled this intoxicating smell and swallowed.

It was so fragrant, even more fragrant than what Lin Feng had cooked before.

"Okay, let's eat."

"Uh-huh."

Yang Shasha tried her best to restrain herself, but her hands and mouths did not obey her orders, and she ate quickly.

Putting it in her mouth, she realized how delicious these ordinary-looking vegetables are.

The vegetables grown in the spiritual soil are far from what the outside market can compare to.

Although these vegetables grow fast, they should only be eaten once a week.

Soon, after a meal, Yang Shasha patted her belly with satisfaction.

After resting for a while, she left.

Lin Feng sat down and rested for a while, then got up and walked to the door: "It's time to work."

Lu Hao said: "I can finally see the true face of this big express."

He Lindao: "Lin Feng's life is really not boring at all, there are things to do every day."

Lin Feng came to the door and opened the packaging on it.

A huge piece of wood appeared under the eyes of everyone's expectations.

Looking at this huge wood, everyone collectively petrified.

What is this?

"Clap!"

Lin Feng sat in front of the wood, picked up a huge tool box and opened it.

As soon as the box is opened, the tools are neatly arranged.

Files, scrapers, jigsaws, carving knives...

The tools are very complete, everything Lin Feng needs is here.

He looked at this huge piece of wood that was five meters long and nearly two meters high, and said, "It's time to work!".