Shen Yunqing didn't stay long and left in a hurry before Jiang Wenhui came back.
He couldn't accompany him to Liangchuan this time. Fortunately, Jiang Lingxi was willing to take Huzi and Changning with him, so he could feel more at ease.
Since he could only stay, he would do everything he could.
In the afternoon of that day, at the hotel where Jiang Lingxi and the others had their final banquet, two young people came to apply for jobs.
One is applying for a waiter, and the other is applying for a surveillance room security guard.
Because of his good performance, he was hired quickly.
The investigation proceeds in an orderly manner.
When Jiang Wenhui came home from get off work, she saw an extra suitcase in the living room.
"Is your sister back?"
"Well, I came back in the morning, and my brother-in-law also came, but he left after lunch."
When Jiang Wenhui heard this, she reached out and touched the back of her son's head.
"Why don't you call me?"
Jiang Lingxu rubbed the back of his head that had been beaten hard, "You are not allowed to bring a mobile phone to work. You have to answer my calls!"
Jiang Wenhui thought the same thing, "Then how did you eat for lunch?"
The son only knows how to cook noodles, and the daughter has no hope of doing it. Could it be that the son-in-law did it?
My son-in-law doesn’t look like someone who can cook!
"Brother-in-law brought lunch when he came. My sister specially asked for it."
Jiang Wenhui: "..."
It was rare to come over for a meal and bring food. She really didn't know what to say.
"Where is your sister, in the bedroom?"
"Well, after dinner, I went back to the bedroom to rest. I guess I was tired a while ago, and I have to go to Liangchuan to continue filming tomorrow, so today is the day off."
Jiang Wenhui paused as she planned to go to her daughter's room to take a look.
"Come on, go to the supermarket with me to buy some ingredients. I'll cook a few more dishes tonight."
"Might as well go to a restaurant."
Jiang Wenhui: "..."
My son really can't stand this trouble!
When Jiang Lingxi woke up, Jiang Wenhui and her son had just returned from shopping for groceries.
"mom."
"Wake up," Jiang Wenhui, who they hadn't seen for several months, was much more interested in her daughter than her son. She reached out and took out a lot of snacks from her shopping bag and put them on the coffee table, "Eat something first."
Then he grabbed his son who was about to run away and said, "Go and help me wash the vegetables and peel the garlic."
"This differential treatment..." Jiang Lingxu muttered, but followed him into the kitchen obediently.
Jiang Lingxi picked a box of yogurt and ate it with the small spoon that came with it. She walked to the door of the kitchen and said, "Xiao Xu said that my dad is investing with someone else. Mom, do you know?"
"I know," Jiang Wenhui didn't stop, replying to her daughter's words while working, "Your dad is still angry, and he is still thinking about starting up his career again. During this time, he was hanging out with Lao Liu. You have to be very proactive, leaving early and coming back late. I don’t understand their ways, but seeing that he doesn’t drink anymore now, and he still uses his own money, I just let him go.”
Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.
Jiang Lingxi heard the door knock and was throwing the yogurt box into the trash can. When she turned around, she saw a red face.
Jiang Runcheng was really stunned for a moment, "Xiao Xi is back."
"Dad." Jiang Lingxi shouted, then looked at the middle-aged man who followed behind.
Jiang Runcheng noticed his daughter's gaze and said, "Forgot, this is your Uncle Liu, come over for a casual meal."
"Hello, Uncle Liu."
Liu Chengyun put on a fat and kind face, "Xiao Xi is really a transformed woman. I heard from your dad that she is now a big star. I don't even dare to recognize her when she walks on the street."
Jiang Runcheng suddenly felt proud on his face but humble on his lips, "Those who are celebrities or not are just juniors at home."
Jiang Lingxi smiled and said, "Let's eat together."
When people sat down in the living room, Jiang Lingxi, as a junior, made a pot of tea and sent it over.
Then he asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Dad, I heard from mom that you are investing with Uncle Liu?"
"Well," Jiang Runcheng nodded. He wanted to say that this is none of your children's business, but when he met his daughter's eyes, he suddenly realized that her daughter was older. "Recently, your Uncle Liu has taken a fancy to a new track. , I listened to his analysis and felt that there was a lot of potential in it.”
"What track?"
Liu Chengyun looked at the little girl's curious look and couldn't help but rub his fingers on the tea cup, "It's a high-end art. A few years ago, this aspect was still tepid, but now everyone is getting richer and richer, isn't it? I have begun to pursue higher quality. Food and clothing are no longer satisfying. The next step is art. After all, the style is more elegant."
Seeing that Jiang Lingxi was listening attentively, he continued to talk, "But art is a matter of benevolence and wisdom. In the final analysis, fame and value are directly proportional. The more famous he is, the higher his value is, and the more space he can maneuver. high."
Then he thought about the career of the girl in front of him, "It's similar to you being a star. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who purely rely on acting skills. Good acting skills are not as good as high reputation. Fame represents market value. My niece understands what I say. ?”
Jiang Lingxi smiled and nodded, "So, what Uncle Liu calls investment is to amplify the fame of a work of art, increase its value, invest in the early stage, and make profits in the later stage?"
Liu Chengyun laughed and said, "It seems that my niece is also good at doing business. She can tell everything at once."
Of course, there must be many twists and turns, and even certain risks, but there is no need to tell this little girl.
Jiang Lingxi didn't think it was new either.
This kind of thing has happened since ancient times.
Good artistic creations are hard to find at a price.
But the premise is that this thing is really good and not a fake art that has been forcibly lifted up.
As for Uncle Liu who is here as a guest today, Jiang Lingxi has reservations about this person.
The view on art is good, and now more and more people are indeed pursuing this elegance.
But if you forcefully create a so-called work of art for the sake of profit, that would be a bit unscrupulous.
"Uncle Liu should already have something that has good prospects, right?"
Although Lao Jiang always wanted to make a lot of money and turn around, he was not led by others without any brains.
Unless Uncle Liu makes him feel that this track is absolutely feasible.
"It's calligraphy and painting." Seeing Lao Liu chatting with his daughter, his real father couldn't get in the conversation. Jiang Runcheng finally spoke before Lao Liu, and even took out his mobile phone to open the photo album, "Xiao Xi, take a look. , these paintings and calligraphy, both ancient and contemporary, may not be very valuable now, but when they become famous, their value will increase tenfold or a hundredfold."
Liu Chengyun subconsciously wanted to stop it. Those photos were just a hook for Jiang Runcheng. How could outsiders know about it.
But then I thought about it, Jiang Lingxi is just a little star. I heard that she didn't even go to college after the Jiang family went bankrupt. Her knowledge is probably average, and she probably doesn't know anything about calligraphy and painting.
It doesn't hurt to take a look.
Thinking of this, the old god took a sip of tea.
This tea brews quite well.
Jiang Lingxi took Jiang Runcheng's old phone with a cracked and blurry screen, opened it, looked at it a few times, then zoomed in, and looked at it carefully again.
In the end I was sure I couldn’t appreciate it.
"Did you acquire all of these?"
Jiang Runcheng waved his hand, "How can there be so much money? We cooperate with art companies and collectors and artists, and we will split the accounts later. With the little money I have now, I can only take a small amount." His tone was very regretful.
When it comes to investing, the more you invest, the more you earn. But if you lose, you will naturally lose more.
But just what Lao Liu introduced to him, isn’t this a sure way to make money!
Liu Chengyun took a sip of tea, leaned back on the sofa, and said with high spirits and confidence, "My niece, have you ever heard of Anfeng Culture and Art Company? We have a Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum in the imperial capital, right? Mr. Zhang Nachuan is the most famous contemporary calligraphy and painting artist. The company was opened by his own son, who is the absolute leader in the art world. Even if you, Uncle Liu, me and your dad follow us to have a sip of soup, we are all Fat and oily soup!"
Jiang Lingxi: "..."
She wanted to know whether Mr. Zhang knew about the business that his grown-up son was doing.
Although businessmen don't care whether it is real art or not, as long as they can make profits from it.
But Mr. Zhang, who doesn't tolerate criticism, would he be so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven if he knew that his great son was doing such a business that was suspected of blaspheming art behind his back?
