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Spring Festival Gala backstage.

Everyone is nervous.

If you are not nervous, there are only those actors who come almost every year.

This is real boss level.

But even after years, people dare not relax.

Works are the foundation. If you can’t even come up with good works, what’s the point of letting you submit them every year?

Therefore, there is basically no mentality of eating old.

Lin Feng sat there, and Lord Wolf stayed aside, looking at the actors curiously.

When it saw the faces of these people, the expressions on its faces were somewhat nervous. It didn't quite understand it, why was Mao nervous?

He was so nervous that he didn't even have the heart to come and chat with Lin Feng.

It's seven o'clock.

The host's voice sounded outside.

In front of the TV, the entire Daxia audience was watching.

Although many people don't watch it, they will turn on the TV and tune to CCTV, which is already a habit.

New Year's Eve, you have to have a New Year's taste.

No New Year's Eve is complete without the Spring Festival Gala.

Even if the current Spring Festival Gala doesn't have the same taste as before, it is still the Spring Festival Gala.

"When will Brother Lin come out?"

"Why haven't you come out yet, I want to see Brother Lin."

"Don't think about it, Brother Lin's coffee position is definitely the finale, and you can't see it now."

The Spring Festival Gala starts at seven o'clock.

Mom and Dad are a big family, sitting in the front seat.

At first, I was a little nervous and restrained, but then I was immersed in these wonderful programs.

This high-standard performance, every staff is the most professional.

Especially the host.

This host is a professional host, and the voice is very pleasant to listen to.

And they are often seen on TV, which makes people feel very close.

Before you know it, it's half past eleven.

But at this time, no one rested.

People in Daxia have the habit of keeping the year old. The young people watch TV after dinner, or get together to chat. Anyway, they must stay up the night.

The elders eat and drink well and start playing mahjong.

While playing mahjong, listening to the Spring Festival Gala.

Lin's village.

A family is playing mahjong at home.

Suddenly someone shouted, "I saw Uncle Daishan!"

The adults came over one after another, the camera swept across the auditorium, and the family of Father Lin, who was sitting in the front, flashed by in front of the camera.

"I really went, I thought they were joking."

"What's the joke, Xiaofeng has a lot of promise. I heard that several TV stations are rushing to invite him for the Spring Festival Gala."

"Our Linjia Village can also produce dragons. It's incredible to think about it."

"We have to thank Xiaofeng, otherwise this year will be so nourishing?"

"That's true. In those few boxing matches, my son made hundreds of thousands of dollars."

"It's too late to enter. If I buy him to win the first game, I can live in a villa now."

"Okay, let's be content, it's hundreds of thousands."

...

Eleven fifty.

Several hosts came on stage and started broadcasting the next show.

167 They simply said some congratulatory messages and went to the main topic: "The next show is amazing."

"Oh? Why?"

"The next one to appear is the most popular and most popular talent in our Daxia!"

"A genius? Is he a writer?"

Several hosts seemed to be talking about cross talk, one said and the other held it.

And as soon as these words were said, the audience below immediately guessed who it was.

"It's Brother Lin? No, Brother Lin should be the finale."

"It should be the New Year's Eve finale."

"It's 12 o'clock soon. It must be the finale of the New Year's Eve for Brother Ringo."

The Spring Festival Gala usually ends in the early morning, or even around one o'clock.

But it's been a year since then.

Zhang Ping's meaning is obviously like this, let Lin Feng appear in the finale of the New Year's Eve.

"This genius has many titles."

The male host said: "He is known as the youngest calligraphy master in Daxia. His calligraphy "Red River" sold for a sky-high price of 30 million!"

"He is known as the youngest Danqing master, and a painting of "Across the River during Qingming Festival" shocked the world."

"He is known as the youngest master sculptor, and a piece of "Veterans Don't Die" is currently in the Magic City Museum."

"He is known as..."

The male host said many titles in one breath, and from the first sentence, everyone was sure that this was Lin Feng.

"He is Lin Feng!"

The male host said: "Next, Lin Feng, please bring us - calligraphy!"

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a round of applause from below.

The light suddenly disappeared, and the next second, the light came back on.

There was one more person on the stage.

It was Lin Feng.

He appeared on stage in a tailored suit and groomed hair.

This is the first time that Lin Feng has dressed so solemnly, which makes many people a little uncomfortable.

Didn't even recognize it for a while.

"Is this Brother Lin?"

"Wori, so handsome!"

"I admit that Brother Lin's appearance makes me feel threatened."

"It's really handsome. I always thought Brother Lin was just averagely handsome, but what's the matter, why is Mao so handsome in a suit?"

"Brother Lin is wearing clothes, I almost didn't recognize it..."

[Duck King]: Everyone type the word "handsome" on the public screen!

...

Lin Feng stood on the stage, smiled at the audience, and walked towards the prepared desk.

Under the camera, the four treasures of the study on the table clearly appeared on the big screen.

He walked to the desk and stood still, looked down, and said, "One year old is removed from the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tu Su. Thousands of households and thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches."

His words were eloquent, and he recited a song "Yuan Ri".

"This is Brother Lin's new poem?"

"This poem is so appropriate, it's the most suitable for Chinese New Year."

"No, I remember that the propaganda is a word?"

"Never mind, I like this poem anyway."

"New peach for old talisman, good poem!"

There was a round of applause from below.

The chief director Zhang Ping was slightly startled.

No, not this poem.

How did Lin Feng change temporarily?

Soon he knew.

"I'm here to wish everyone a Happy New Year."

Lin Feng hugged and bowed to everyone below, then grabbed the pen and said loudly, "Today's New Year's Eve, I will give you a poem."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

what does this mean?

Was that poem a hit just now?

"Wori, Brother Lin, you hang up, such a good poem is just a prelude?"

"I'm starting to look forward to it. I can't say how good this poem is, but it's definitely not bad. It's not even the topic?"

"Come on, hit me with words!"

Lin Feng's words mobilized the atmosphere of the audience.

He grabbed the wolf's hair, dipped it in ink, then raised his wrist and picked up the pen, dropping it on the rice paper like a dragon and snake.

As he wrote, he recited aloud: "When will the moon be there, ask the blue sky for the wine!"

When the first sentence came out, everyone got goosebumps.

Many people do not understand the ancient poetry in detail.

But the goodness of ancient poetry is that when you hear it, when you read it out, you can clearly feel the rhythm between the words.

Even if you don't know anything, you can clearly feel the beauty generated between words.

"I don't know what year it is in the palace of heaven!"

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the heights will be too cold."

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

Writing here, Lin Feng's tone changed, suddenly from melancholy to high.

More powerful between strokes.

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, Zhao Wusian. There should be no hatred, what is the long way to go?"

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete."

Write here, and eat again.

And everyone felt a touch of melancholy from this word.

A relevant person in charge frowned and asked: "Old Zhang, this word... is not suitable for today, right?"

Zhang Ping had a look of enjoyment, and shook his head when he heard the words: "Listen, there's more."

When the words fell, he saw Lin Feng's brushstrokes move again, and his voice sounded again.

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

The pen stops, the word completes.

The scene was silent for a long time, and after a long time there was applause, and then it became more and more enthusiastic.

"good words!"

"The last sentence is God!"

"I thought that Brother Lin wrote hi, but it's okay, and it came back later. This word is really amazing!"

Jinling.

Ye Fuyin was also watching the Spring Festival Gala.

He himself would watch it every year, and knowing that Lin Feng was going to give a speech at the Spring Festival Gala today, he was even more motivated.

After reading the poem, he felt that he had not waited in vain.

"Dad, what about this song?"

"how do you feel?"

"It's very beautiful, and each sentence is unique."

Ye Fuyin said: "The first half is written vertically, the second half is horizontal.

The daughter asked: "Is this written about love?"

"Love?" Ye Fuyin shook his head: "Different people have different opinions, you think it is love, but in my opinion, this is written as a good wish to all those who have suffered from parting. It is used in New Year's Eve is perfect."

"Ugh."

Ye Fuyin suddenly sighed: "I was invited to the Spring Festival Gala this year, but I didn't go. It's a pity, a pity."

...

The host came to the stage and looked at the word: "Lin Feng, what is the name of this word?"

"When is the moon there?"

Lin Feng picked up the pen and dropped the name of the word.

Standing aside, they looked at it so closely, there was a different feeling.

This word is really enjoyable.

It turns out that calligraphy can really be so beautiful.

"Let's thank Lin Feng for his work: "When Will the Moon Come"!"

...

Lin Feng's Spring Festival Gala is over.

But the poem he wrote was spread throughout the summer through the Spring Festival Gala stage.

At one o'clock in the morning, the last show of the Spring Festival Gala ended.

Zhang Ping came over to thank all the actors and gave everyone a red envelope.

When it was time to part, Zhang Ping said, "Xiao Lin, when are you going back?"

"Let's go during the day."

"In such a hurry?"

"I have too little time." Lin Feng said with a wry smile: "It's the first day of the new year. According to our custom, we have to pay New Year's greetings today. Fortunately, the family is here. But people also come to our house to pay New Year's greetings. ."

"That's true." Zhang Ping said: "I also want to introduce a few people to you. Don't you know, as soon as the poem came out, my phone was blown up. How many people want to buy your work."

"Do you mean this?"

"Wait first, I'll let Sasha handle it when I look back on it."

"Okay, then I'll return to them like this."

After parting, Lin Feng and his family returned to the hotel.

The old people are asleep, but the young people are in good spirits.

They ran out for supper, found a sheep and scorpion restaurant, and chatted while eating pot.

It's all family members, no restrictions at all.

"Who would have thought that the Spring Festival Gala will come this year."

"You don't know, the third child, your uncle and aunt, you are talking about you in front of me every three or five minutes, saying that you want to learn from you, you have a future, oh my ears, they are about to get calluses. Really, I am their own son. , How many pounds and how many taels I have, they still don't know? Can I learn it?" The lobby brother complained.

The second cousin said: "Okay, don't mention it, do you think my dad said less?"

The lady in the hall said, "Don't be dissatisfied. If it weren't for the uncles and the others, would you be able to squeeze Xiaofeng with money? How much could you earn? The old man is nagging a bit, but he has a long-term vision."

"What kind of vision is this." The big brother pouted: "I didn't want to vote at the time, but if I didn't vote for my dad, I was about to chop me up. But the third child is really hanging, and he really won the game. I'll take it, come on. , Third, have a drink."

"Come, come, drink and drink."

"Do you want to drink, Lord Wolf?"

"Ow~" Lord Wolf was concentrating on eating the sheep and scorpion. Hearing this, he raised his head, sniffed the wine glass, and hurriedly retracted his head.

drink your sister!

Is this horse urine?

"Hahaha!"

Several people watched it with joy.

"Sasha, come, eat more."

The lady in the lobby found that Yang Shasha was in a bad mood and winked at Lin Feng.

The latter was also curious, and he asked, "Are you homesick?"

Yang Shasha shook her head, looked at Brother Lobby and the others, and looked at Lin Feng again, before he hesitated.

Lin Feng got up and said, "Come on, let's go out and talk."

"Uh-huh."

The two left, and the lobby brother asked, "Is this little girl in love with the third child?"

"Talk about a fart." The second brother laughed and scolded: "I tell you, these two are not enlightened, and there is no idea of ​​love in their minds."

"Then what's going on? It looks like a quarrel to me."

"What's the matter? She is the manager of the third child. Can this relationship be overcome? What is the worth of the third child now? You don't even think about it."

"That's right, but I think Salsa is pretty good."

"It's good." The concierge said in a low voice, "I tell you, the second uncle and the second aunt are satisfied with Sasha."

"Can you be dissatisfied, such a beautiful little girl, who else is dissatisfied."

Outside.

Lin Feng asked, "what's the matter?"

Yang Shasha's eyes suddenly turned red. She didn't know when there was an extra bank card in her hand, she held it tightly, looked at Lin Feng and said, "Brother Lin, I haven't finished spending it."

"Ah?" Lin Feng was at a loss: "Why haven't you finished spending?"

"one million."

"Oh, you said this."

Lin Feng remembered.

"Why are you crying before it's over?"

"Didn't you say that you don't want me if you don't spend it all?"

Yang Shasha couldn't hold back, and all her tears came out at once.

He didn't dare to cry out, for fear of being seen by the hall brothers inside.

Lin Feng was a little stunned, it was just a joke.

But Yang Shasha took his joke seriously.

"How many years did we sign the contract?" Lin Feng asked suddenly.

Yang Shasha cried more fiercely, but still replied, "One year."

"Go home tomorrow, prepare a new contract and change the term to ten years."

"what?"

Yang Shasha stopped crying: "Brother Lin, aren't you going to fire me?"

"Why should I fire you?" Lin Feng couldn't help laughing and crying: "You can't spend it before you spend it. I can't force you to spend it."

He took out a piece of paper: "Wipe away your tears."

"Well." Yang Shasha wiped her tears and asked, "Is it ugly when I look like this?"

"It's not ugly, Lord Wolf is not as beautiful as you even with dyed hair."

"Pfft~" Yang Shasha was made to laugh, but a snot bubble came out of her nose, big.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Lin Feng reached out and poked.

"Snapped!"

Snot bubble burst.

Yang Shasha's cheeks flushed red.

"Clap, good job." Lin Feng applauded and took out a new bank card from his pocket: "Come on, do another show!"

"Never."

Yang Shasha spat softly and hurriedly bury her head and blow her nose.

After staying outside for a while, the two returned.

Several people looked at Yang Shasha's red eyes, tacit understanding, and no one mentioned it.

"Third, do you invest in stocks?" The lobby brother changed the subject and asked.

"No frying, what's wrong?"

"The market has been good recently. The Thai baht has skyrocketed. My friend has inside information. He said that the import and export trade in Taiguo is developing very well and has great potential. Otherwise, you should buy some."

Lin Feng asked: "Import or export?"

"It seems to be an exit, I can't remember."

"Oh."

Lin Feng asked, "How much money have you invested in the stock market?"

"Not much, just 200,000."

"That's fine."

This amount of money is not too much, but if it is really lost, it can be tolerated.

It is impossible for him to say this, people are making money, you say this, aren't you sincere to make people block?

Mainly because the lobby brother is unprofessional.

If the export volume is really large, then the Thai baht should not rise, but should fall...  

It is estimated that he does not know the specific situation, and he will buy it if it goes up anyway.

Brother Hall made money from his boxing, and now he has a way to make money, and he wants his younger brother to make some money too.

However, Lin Feng is not bad at this.

And he has a fund company himself, where does he need to pay for this matter.

After eating and drinking, they went back to rest.

Early the next morning, they flew back home.

Yang Shasha landed earlier than them.

After Lin Feng got off the plane, she received a text message that Yang Shasha had already arrived home.

Lin Feng and the others returned home, and just after sitting down for a while, someone came to pay New Year's greetings.

After lunch, Dad said, "How long will you be here this time?"

"It is estimated that I can stay until the eighth and ninth days of the first lunar month."

Now the program team has not called themselves, tomorrow will be the third day.

He estimated that Tianhe Group also gave him an extra day off and put the audit results on the last day.

"That's alright, tomorrow you can get up early to pay New Year's greetings. It's all in the village, so it's convenient. You have to get up early on your mother's side. Don't make people feel that they don't respect their elders when they are rich. You also know that some people in the village like to talk about it. Gen, don't let anyone else talk."

"Ok, I know."

Rural people are more concerned about these aspects. Even if you don't say it to your face, you will say it behind your back.

But fortunately, my relatives here are not such people, mainly because other people in the village can gossip.

It does not mean that a farmer is honest.

There are people who gossip behind their backs and speak ill of people everywhere.

After eating and drinking, Lin Feng sat in the yard, and the phone kept ringing.

It was called from the harvest year, and it was called from Ye Fuyin...

There was even a phone call from the beautiful country.

"Lin, I did another exclusive interview for you. Oh, by the way, US Airways asked me for your contact information today, and I gave it to them."

"U.S. Airways? Are they settled?"

"It's resolved." Chels said, "Lin, when will you start your next wish?"

"Seven or eight days left."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"It's such a pity."

Chatted with Chelsea for a while on the transoceanic phone call.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he got a call from US Airways.

"Hello, Mr. Lin."

"Hello."

"I'm the executive director of US Airways, and my name is Parker."

Parker said: "Thank you for saving these people, and thank you for saving us US Airways, you are a hero!"

"You're welcome."

"Lin, we US ​​Airways have prepared a gift for you. Starting today, as long as it is a US Airways flight, you and your family can take it for free."

"thanks."

The actual value of this gift to Lin Feng is really not much.

It's impossible for him to take his family to the beautiful country just to take your family's plane, right?

For a company as big as US Airways, this kind of gratitude is really petty.

He doesn't care about the value of gratitude, but mainly thinks that in such a big company, you are worthy of your own identity, right?

But people didn't feel embarrassed, and he didn't bother to worry about it.

The next day, the second day.

Lin Feng got up early and began to pay New Year's greetings.

After returning from the New Year's greetings, he received a call from the program team.

"Hello, Lin Feng, hello. Didn't bother you?"

"No."

"The results of Tianhe Group's review have come out. Congratulations, your last wish has been approved. At the same time, your reward has also come out."

"Oh." As always, perfunctory.

"Brother Lin doesn't care at all, do you see it?"

"What is a card? This is it!"

"I, Brother Lin, need to care? I heard about the adverb of the Spring Festival Gala, someone bid 50 million, and I don't know if it was sold."

"That poem has been recorded by Modu University... Nima, the action is really fast."

Zhang Kai said: "Your reward is a set of courtyard houses in Sijiucheng."

"Depend on!"

"Atmosphere! I take back what I just said."

"Siheyuan in Sijiucheng, should it be tens of millions?"

"It's tens of millions? You can't get it if you don't have hundreds of millions!"

"I remember the most expensive set was two or three billion..."

"No, can the house be so expensive?"

Zhang Kaidao: "The current market value of this courtyard house is 1.5 billion. It is inconvenient to announce the specific location. Someone will contact you in the future. Congratulations, Lin Feng!"

"Well, thank you."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Feng was not very happy.

Sijiucheng is too far from home.

Go back and ask a lawyer to see if there are any restrictions and whether it can be sold.

However, he is not short of money for the time being, and there is no need to sell it.

Siheyuan in Sijiucheng is nominally a house for people.

But in fact, this thing is an investment product.

In the 1990s, the price of a 100-square-meter courtyard house was 800,000 yuan, but it began to soar by 12 million and 24 million in the first few years.

The current price of such a set of courtyard houses is close to 100 million.

And 3.6 and this is still a general location, such as the courtyard in Houhai, the price is often hundreds of millions, and there are more than ten billion.

After all, the courtyard here is close to the Forbidden City.

And there are courtyard houses that are more expensive than this, but at that level, people don't even buy it, even if they hear it.

If it is used as an investment product, it is definitely more suitable to keep this house than to sell it now.

After a while, lawyer Yang Tian called.

"I may not have much time in the past two days. It is estimated that I will go back on the eighth and ninth day of the first lunar month."

Today is the last day of the second day and the ninth day.

Almost all can be done in a day.

In the past few days at home, Lin Feng has a lot of things to do.

From the second to the fourth day, Lin Feng paid New Year's greetings for three days.

During this period, the phone calls continued, and even Liu Jun of the Dragon Fund made a phone call to greet the New Year.

On the fifth day of the middle school, I finally got a rest, but the county leaders came to the house.

"Xiao Lin, Mr. Andrei will come over tomorrow, do you have time?" Magistrate Wei asked a little embarrassedly.

Lin Feng only had so few days to rest. Generally, he would never come to disturb him if he had nothing to do.

But Andre came over and wanted to meet Lin Feng, so he had to come.

What else can Lin Feng say, let's meet.

After all, he also entertained himself at the Battle Nation Island.

It's obviously also a New Year's greeting, but I can't see it.

At noon the next day, Lin Feng met Andre.

At the dinner table, the two of them chatted happily, and Andre was so drunk that he patted his chest and said, "Lin, come to me if you have something to do in the future. Last time I heard that there were pirates trying to steal your money, I went back and got it. The guns are ready, and the pirates are ready to collapse. Fortunately, they ran fast, otherwise they would be buried in the ground now."

Well, the strong man is brave.

On this day, Lin Feng accompanies Andre to eat and drink.

The next day, Andre left, but the person in charge of the investment promotion department ran over.

"Mr. Lin, what, do you have time these two days?"

Lin Feng asked, "What's the matter?"

The person in charge said: "Recently, many businessmen want to come to our county to invest, and they are all your fans, especially want to see you. If there is time, we will meet."

Lin Feng glanced at the date and said, "I only have time today."

"Hey, that's enough for today, thank you, Mr. Lin."

After dinner, Lin Feng came back.

As a result, the stools were still not warm, and another car was parked in front of the house.

Middle-aged people ran in, carrying tobacco and alcohol, and said, "Mr. Lin, hello, hello, I opened a jewelry store in the commercial street of the county town, and I would like to ask you to help stand on the platform."

"Mr. Lin, I opened a kindergarten, do you think it's inconvenient to cut the ribbon there?"

"Mr. Lin..."

"Mr. Lin..."

I am Nima!

Lin Feng's brain was about to explode.

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[Two updates of 16,000 words, asking for a monthly pass, asking for flowers, asking for an evaluation ticket].