webnovelvip Chapter 346 Release from Prison
Chapter 346 Release from Prison
Holding the "Fu" character in his arms, Old Wu stumbled and disappeared into the crowd.
It left behind a legend of "one word worth 100,000," which swept across the entire Shanghai Theatre Academy playground like a hurricane.
Gradually, Jiang Bai noticed that since the old man left, there seemed to be quite a few more wealthy old men.
Although there were quite a few family members in the original queue.
However, most of them are energetic, with flushed faces, and the men are older than the women.
But now.
The team welcomed many middle-aged bigwigs.
Like sharks that have smelled blood, they surged into the crowd and moved forward rapidly.
"I'd need to collect at least a few scrolls of this level of art!"
"Mr. Li, that's not very fair of you. How many volumes? Judging from the way you're holding the card, it's probably more than a dozen!"
"You all buy less, so that it's not my turn when they run out of stock!"
"......"
Jiang Bai looked at the group of old men in front of him, dressed in suits and even a few in Tang suits, exuding an aura of "I'm rich," and felt somewhat puzzled.
"Chief, something's not right!"
"Why are these newly arrived old Dengs looking at me with even more fanaticism than Su Ze and his gang of rebellious bastards?"
"Shouldn't they be expected to be 'respectful and mature elders'? Why are they all acting like aunties scrambling for discounted eggs?"
[Ding! Host, that old man was none other than Wu Qingfeng, the honorary chairman of the China Calligraphers Association and a leading figure in the world of running script calligraphy! He personally admitted to having "enlightened" and offered 100,000 yuan. What does that mean in the eyes of collectors?]
This means what you're seeing now isn't just words, it's "initial public offering (IPO) shares"! It's a "financial product"! These old foxes are here to buy at the bottom!
After listening to the system's explanation, Jiang Bai finally understood the truth.
"What?! That seemingly crazy old man was Wu Qingfeng?!"
"But who is Wu Qingfeng? Oh, he's the honorary chairman of the Chinese Calligraphers Association. That sounds impressive."
Just as Jiang Bai was muttering to himself.
"This is Old Wu! I wanted to ask him for a 'longevity' character two years ago, but I couldn't get a chance to see him even after going through three layers of connections. He actually came here on his own initiative!"
"What are we waiting for? A thousand yuan per word? That's practically charity!"
"This is free money! Quick, Lao Wang, get me my black card! I need to write a thousand words!!"
"......"
So it turns out these wealthy old men came to buy calligraphy because of the celebrity effect brought by Old Wu!
Mr. Wu = China Calligraphy Association = a benchmark for calligraphy collection!
The benchmark for calligraphy collectors = Qian = Lao Deng!
and so.
Old Wu = Old Deng who can bring money.
Looking at the group of old men whose faces were flushed with excitement, Jiang Bai couldn't help but shed tears of regret.
"I regret it! I regret it so much!!"
"Tongzi! Why didn't you remind me earlier that that was Old Wu?"
"If I had known he was so valuable, I shouldn't have sent him away so quickly!"
"Didn't he say I wasn't refined enough? I can discuss with him everything from the 'Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion' to the 'Draft of a Eulogy for My Nephew,' I can discuss with him until the closing ceremony of the school sports meet!"
"If he stays here for just one more hour, the number of these old Dengs will at least triple!"
"This isn't an old man, this is clearly my upgraded version of myself!!"
Time passed slowly as Jiang Bai was filled with regret.
As the sun sets behind the mountains, its orange-red afterglow casts long streaks of light and shadow across the track's synthetic surface.
The hustle and bustle of the first day of the school sports meet gradually subsided, with only the faint scent of ink and the lingering fervor of the group of dark-skinned athletes remaining in the air.
Jiang Bai sat behind the large mahogany desk and put down the purple bamboo pen, which was "worth millions," for the last time.
"Phew...finally it's time to close up shop."
Although I regret that Mr. Wu left so early.
However, the wealthy old men brought by Mr. Wu continued their activities for the entire afternoon.
Jiang Bai let out a sigh of relief within his mind:
"System, quick, settle the bill for me."
"I wrote for more than three hours this afternoon, and my right hand is shaking like a rattle drum now."
"I feel like I'm not just a 'calligraphy master' now, I'm practically a human printer."
"I wonder how much money I can make at the charity sale this afternoon?"
[Ding! Today's charity sale proceeds are being settled... Excluding blind box revenue, the total funds raised through on-site bookkeeping and registration are NT$176 million!]
[Host, your fundraising amount for today has broken the charity record for fundraising stalls since the founding of the Shanghai Theatre Academy!]
Jiang Bai nodded and was about to get up when the "Looking-at-Sister Stones" around him instantly surrounded him.
"Little Baizhi, you must be exhausted?"
Su Ze rushed ahead, holding a warm, damp towel in his hand:
"I've already booked a top-tier table with a view at the Peninsula Hotel off-campus. Shall we go for something light and enjoy the night view?"
Having missed the opportunity at noon, Su Ze decided to directly extend an invitation.
Gu Dapeng was not to be outdone, his voice booming:
"Why eat Western food? It's not nutritious!"
"Bai Zhi, I've already ordered some Northeastern cuisine outside. They have venison, it's so delicious it'll make your eyebrows fall out! Let's go and replenish our energy!"
Lin Le pushed up his glasses, about to speak, when Zhang Cheng stepped forward and pushed the others aside.
Zhang Cheng's suit was now stained with quite a few ink spots, but his expression was extremely solemn, even carrying a saintly sense of ritual.
"Junior Baizhi, I hope to invite you to dinner tonight. We can have an in-depth discussion about the relationship between Han Dynasty architectural aesthetics and the lines of running script."
Jiang Bai looked at the faces in front of him, each one practically begging for favor, and felt a chill run down his spine.
"Exploring aesthetics?"
"All I want to do right now is go back to the old teaching building, tear off my black stockings, and then go to the food stall near the back gate and eat five bowls of rice!"
Jiang Bai was about to refuse using the excuse of "being too weak" when a slightly aged but extremely intimidating cough abruptly cut in.
"Ahem! What are you all doing gathered here?"
Old Zhang walked over with his hands behind his back.
"Dad!" Zhang Cheng called out.
Su Ze and the others quickly stood up straight: "Hello, Teacher Zhang!"
Old Zhang completely ignored his peacock-like son, who was displaying his feathers. However, his murky old eyes, which seemed to have seen through everything, were now blinking hard at Jiang Bai.
The frequency was so fast it sounded like a distress signal triggered by eye muscle spasms.
Jiang Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood.
Old Zhang is trying to get him "out of prison"!