40. Artist Dad 7
The country’s great support.
Because of this live broadcast, Cheng Ye’s fans not only did not decrease, but increased a lot. Among these fans, in addition to some black fans, most of them are spectators.
Because of the trending topic, Cheng Ye's livestream has garnered significant attention. Last night, many people crowded into the room to watch the action, expecting it to be a fierce, unconventional battle. Despite the disparity in strength between the two sides, everyone was eager to see the action unfold. Unexpectedly, this young streamer was quite assertive, simply turning off the comment section and chatting alone in the room. This infuriated the haters, while the onlookers were watching with gusto. However, some of the more reasonable onlookers sensed something unusual in Cheng Ye's words.
If the streamer was encouraging his fans to stir up trouble and gain attention just to become famous, then he's already achieved his goal. Last night's streamer had over a million viewers. If he's thick-skinned enough to withstand the insults from the haters and admit his mistake, then if he seizes this opportunity to livestream well, he's highly likely to see a significant increase in followers.
But the young anchor didn't do that. He seemed genuinely unaware of the trending topic; his bewildered expression didn't seem fake. Most importantly, just as the haters were getting excited and ready to unleash their power, the young anchor turned off the comments! The crowd instantly collapsed in laughter.
The audience, captivated by the cuteness, watched with great interest as the young streamer apologized and thanked his fans who had defended him, explaining the source of the incident: a virtual illusion. The streamer's earnest description was quite convincing, and I almost believed him. However, the streamer's fans were also quite curious; they seemed to have a strong trust in him. Because of this, some onlookers took notice and quietly followed the streamer, hoping to see how the situation progressed.
Of course, those enraged haters wouldn't stop there, and in the past few days, they were still actively posting various V-blogs online. Cheng Ye's fans were furious, and when the fan group was planning a big fight, Cheng Ye suppressed all the young fans with a V-blog.
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Cheng Ye stared at the drawing paper seriously, trying to hold his breath, and the hand holding the brush steadily placed the last stroke.
"Huh" he breathed a sigh of relief, put down the brush, turned to Cheng Jiu and said, "Dad, today's twenty paintings are finished." After several days of hard work, Cheng Ye finally managed to draw the lines well.
Chengjiu
I ignored him, completely absorbed in my work. As the ink flowed, a touch of light ink, a touch of color, painted across the paper. This was a valley, where flowers bloomed in full bloom, a gentle breeze caressed my face, and the sweet fragrance of the flowers attracted countless butterflies that fluttered among the branches and buds. A clear stream of emerald water bisected the valley, its waters crystal clear, fish frolicking in the water. The setting sun, a dark red, shone down on the valley, casting a halo across it. It was strange to find such a beautiful place devoid of birds.
Cheng Jiu put down the pen in his hand, turned around and walked to Cheng Ye's desk, and said, "So soon today? Let me see."
Seeing his father's serious inspection, Cheng Ye pretended to be indifferent and asked, "Dad, why did you ask me to post that V blog? Do you have any plans?"
Cheng Jiu picked out two unqualified line drawings and pushed them in front of Cheng Ye, indicating that these two were unqualified. Seeing that his son took them reluctantly, Fang said, "Just wait patiently" and wait for the big backer to come to him.
Since his son had already suffered so much, he naturally had to make a big fuss about it. That way, when he took action to deal with them, no one would dare to act like a saint. If he dealt with them now, even if the public knew about their atrocities, as long as they acted pitiful and innocent and apologized, his son might be forced to forgive them out of frustration. Ultimately, it was because the matter wasn't big enough.
Cheng Ye: "But..." He looked reluctant.
Cheng Jiu raised the corner of his mouth and said, "But you feel sorry for your little fan?"
Cheng Ye felt a little embarrassed when his feelings were touched upon. He picked up the brush and started to draw lines, saying, "They were scolded so badly because of me. Now let them bear it..." Cheng Ye felt aggrieved for the little fans.
Cheng Jiu: "Don't worry, they won't suffer in vain. Your 2,000 fan benefits will be distributed to them all." His son has only about 2,000 true fans, and the rest are ordinary fans and tourist fans.
Hearing this, Cheng Ye stopped writing, looked at his father for a moment, and said, "Let me be clear with you first. Our family savings don't even add up to 20,000 yuan. Even if we buy them a small pendant worth ten yuan, it's not enough to share." And there's still one missing? Dad doesn't even consider the family situation. Can you make promises casually? You have to have the ability to do it.
Cheng Jiu: ...Why does the feeling of poverty feel so unfamiliar?
Awakened by poverty, Cheng Jiu had to think about how to make money the fastest. Also, why was his big backer so slow?
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Of course, this question
He didn't feel depressed for too long, because people from the government arrived that afternoon.
Cheng Jiu calmly asked his son to pour tea for the three imposing men in front, and then said, "Since you three can come today, I believe you have already explored the virtual space." When the Yejie bracelet was just made, he took some and asked Han Mian to send them to the national XX agency. Of course, when looking for a backer, you have to find the strongest and most stable one.
Every world has its own rules. If someone attempts to change the course of this world, they will inevitably be suppressed. To escape this suppression, the recognition of the higher-ups is crucial. Cheng Jiu never underestimates the higher-ups of a world just because he is strong enough, because they are the ones who lead the course of this world.
Hou Zhengzhong, a middle-aged man dressed in formal attire, smiled warmly and said, "Yes, we conducted the detection according to the method provided by Mr. Cheng." He smiled more cordially, "...This bracelet is indeed surprising. We came here this time to ask Mr. Cheng about the situation of the virtual illusion. Please let Mr. Cheng know." The matter was of great importance, so they had to be cautious.
When they received the Leaf Realm bracelet, they initially thought it was a prank. However, being able to freely enter and exit the heavily guarded XX facility, drop off their belongings, and then safely leave without alerting anyone, it was no longer a prank. They then divided into three groups and entered the virtual illusion to explore, and the results were both astonishing and pleasing. Apart from anything else, the speed of time alone was enough to make them take notice.
Such a bizarre event suddenly occurred, and they also conducted a thorough investigation of the culprit. Cheng Jiu's information was simple: an orphan raised by an old Taoist priest in a remote mountain village. He had lived with the old Taoist priest in the mountains for more than 30 years, rarely leaving the mountains, and had almost no interpersonal relationships. The only surprising thing was that he had a son.
Cheng Jiu nodded to show his understanding and said, "The virtual illusion is actually a realm within a painting, and there is a realm within the painting."
"The realm in the painting?"
"The realm within the painting is a secret that my master accidentally discovered. He discovered that inside a good painting, there is a mysterious space hidden that the world cannot know. ... He studied it for most of his life and finally touched the barrier of the realm within the painting one day three years ago. Unfortunately, he was old and passed away after telling me the method to enter the realm within the painting." After saying this, he sighed dejectedly.
Is this really the legacy of the old Taoist priest? Several people nodded in their hearts.
Next, Cheng Jiu began a moving patriotic speech. Then, amidst the satisfied looks of the other three and the admiring gaze of his son, Cheng Jiu expressed his admiration for the
He expressed his wish to join the National Chinese Painting Association and contribute his own efforts to the country.
Hou Zhengzhong naturally wanted this. According to Cheng Jiu, painting this illusion required a high level of talent, and he currently had no disciples besides his son Cheng Ye. It would be ideal if Cheng Jiu could find a suitable disciple within the Chinese Painting Association. However, it was still early days; the most important thing now was the nationwide spread of the "Yejie."
Hou Zhengzhong took out several contracts that he had prepared in advance for Cheng Jiu's reference.
The first is a buyout. The state will pay to buy out the future income of the painting "Ye Jie". No matter what benefits "Ye Jie" brings to the country, it has nothing to do with Cheng Jiu. The second is profit sharing. The state will provide human and material assistance to "Ye Jie" as a partner and will not interfere in any matters of "Ye Jie", but a portion of the income of "Ye Jie" will be shared with the state.
Chengjiu naturally preferred the second option. Backed by the state, without being subject to regulation, and only needing to share a portion of profits with the state, why not?
Finally, the three bosses happily said goodbye with the signed contract, and the group of special forces stationed outside also withdrew.
After Cheng Ye closed the door, he immediately leaned over the sofa, leaning against its back to sit down. Having never formally met a police officer in his entire life, Cheng Ye felt uneasy facing such a high-ranking "civil servant." While the older man smiled warmly, the expressionless man in military uniform next to him had a rather imposing aura, frightening the child.
Watching Cheng Jiu peeling an apple nonchalantly, Cheng Ye remarked that he was indeed his father, and asked angrily, "Dad, did you already know they were coming today?" He'd been nervous for two days after his father mailed the bracelet, only to discover there had been no movement from the government. He hadn't expected them to arrive today, and with such a grand ceremony.
Cheng Jiu took a bite of the apple and said slowly: "The bracelet has been sent over for several days, and it should be here soon." In fact, Han Mian told him this. As the temporary manager of Yejie, Han Mian naturally knew whether the country's people had completed the detection and when they would complete the detection.
Cheng Ye: "But Dad, there are still many things in Yejie that we haven't painted yet. The time you just agreed to open it is so tight, do you want to work overtime to paint more?"
Cheng Jiu ate his apple in silence for a while, then said, "Who told you that the Leaf World must be completed before it can be opened?"
Cheng Ye: ...
My dad is so cunning that he actually handed over a semi-finished product.
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