"What? One billion! Hiss! The old man's calligraphy and paintings are so valuable? Poverty limits my imagination!"
boom!
Exploded, exploded!
Upon hearing the amount of one billion, the entire live broadcast room exploded, and fans in the live broadcast room were excited.
Not only them, but also Chen Xiang, who was staring closely at the live broadcast room, his eyes and pupils were trembling, his face was full of horror, and his mind was blank.
"Oh my god, are those two words great grandfather so valuable?"
Chen Xiang was extremely surprised, took a deep breath, and continued watching the live broadcast room.
There were fans in the live broadcast room who seemed to know very well and continued.
"Although the bid was quite high, the chef of Juxian House was completely indifferent and had no intention of selling it."
As soon as this sentence came out, many fans in the live broadcast room were confused.
"Good guy, if you don't sell it for one billion yuan, is this chef an old fool? If it were me, I would definitely sell it."
"I think it's good not to sell it. After all, the inscription was written by the old man himself. Although a new plaque was imprinted, the original manuscript is of great significance."
"Yes, if it were me, I would frame the original and hang it at home to treasure it."
…
For a time, the fans in the live broadcast room were divided into two groups, and the debate was endless.
"Hey, hey, hey, babies, can you please stop arguing and listen to me. This is my live broadcast room, not a debate conference. To lighten the atmosphere, how about I dance for everyone."
Seeing that the fans in the live broadcast room were arguing in a lively manner, which was threatening to turn into a quarrel, Chen Xiang saw the right moment and hurriedly spoke to control the situation and ease the fierce atmosphere in the live broadcast room.
"No, no, no, anchor, don't jump, I'm scared."
"Anchor, please don't jump or raise your voice. Please listen to me and say thank you. Because of you, the four seasons are warm..."
"Hahaha, friend upstairs, how can you pronounce a voice, and I actually started singing along./狗头."
"You guys are so idle. Does a billion have anything to do with you? We should pay more attention to the old man."
"That's right, Xiangbao, why don't you hold a lottery in the live broadcast room, and the prizes will be handwritten by the old man. You can write anything you want./Wit"
"Damn it, what a friendly idea upstairs. Since the handwriting written by the old man is so valuable, whoever wins the prize will be rich."
…
Chen Xiang looked at these barrages and couldn't laugh or cry. These fans can really imagine it.
"That's not possible. My great-grandfather is old and in poor health. It would take a lot of energy for him to write."
As soon as this sentence came out, fans in the live broadcast room complained a lot.
“The anchor is really stingy.”
"That's right, anchor, you are now a rich woman with a net worth of 100 million, eh? What's the sound? I seem to have heard "Compendium of Materia Medica", and all the motor cells in my body suddenly became active."
"No, no, no, don't let me hear this song. I've been practicing with Liu Hong in the live broadcast room for the past few days, and it's killing me. My muscles are sore all over my body, my thigh muscles are strained, and I walk like a duck."
"Damn it, look, the old man is also practicing shuttlecock exercises."
"Oh my god, this old man's movements are more standard than Liu Hong's. Anchor, is this what you said about my old man's poor health?"
…
The ancestor Chen Nan appeared in front of the camera. For a moment, the fans in the live broadcast room were horrified.
Chen Xiang looked back and saw her ancestor dancing very vigorously. The corners of her eyes twitched. The words she just said to her fans were like a slap in the face.
"Great-grandfather, can you please give me some face?" Chen Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Chen Nan's face was rosy and he was breathing heavily. To be honest, he never felt that he was old, but during this period of time, he followed Liu Hong in shuttlecock dancing and found that he was really old.
This old bone is really useless.
If you find an opportunity, you should quickly go to the Taoist temple on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
Back then, he saw a body-training method in a Taoist temple.
"Nine Deaths Mysterious Heaven Technique".
At that time, I felt that martial arts cultivation was too troublesome, requiring both body tempering and bone refining. If I failed to refine my body, I could only stop moving forward, so I simply took a shortcut and became a spiritual practitioner.
But what he never expected was that after being in seclusion for hundreds of years, he finally failed to escape the tribulation at the top of Mount Tai.
Now that my end is approaching, and since the path of spiritual cultivation is not feasible, I have no choice but to find another path of martial cultivation.
Although there are only a few months left, it is still a life-and-death struggle.
Wealth is sought through risk, what if we succeed?
Even if he fails, even if he dies on the top of Mount Tai, he will have no regrets in this life.
"What face? Do you need face to exercise? My dear grandson, come and dance with me. You see you are fat now."
Chen Nan complained mercilessly, making Chen Xiang feel extremely depressed with black lines all over his forehead.
Now it's better, all the dignity is gone.
But the fans in the live broadcast room laughed loudly and thought the old man was very funny.
"Hahaha, it's so funny. The old man is complaining, but he really doesn't show any mercy."
"It's the same with my grandma. Every time I want to do something, she pours cold water on me and makes all kinds of comments about me. And I can't refute what she says."
"I just like listening to this old man talk, it sounds so good."
…
Chen Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wouldn't have said anything if he had known better. "Old ancestor, there are many people watching here. You can at least save some face for me."
"Nonsense, where is there anyone? It's clearly just the few of us in the house. If anyone peeps, I will find out immediately." A bright light flashed in Chen Nan's eyes, and the aura around him changed obviously.
Chen Xiang shook his head helplessly and explained: "I mean everyone in the live broadcast room is watching."
"Oh, that's it, dear grandson, you're still live broadcasting." Chen Nan leaned in front of the computer screen.
He is very close to him in the camera, and the fans in the live broadcast room have not seen their ancestors so close for a long time.
For a moment, the fans cheered completely.
"Ah ah ah, the old man is so handsome."
"Damn it, why do I feel like this old man is young again? Is this just rejuvenation?"
"Oh my God, when I look at this old man up close, I see that although his skin has wrinkles, it is white and rosy. The elegant temperament on this old man makes me think he is a cultivator of immortality."
At this moment, not only the barrage was boiling, but also the gifts in the live broadcast room were being frantically traded.
Rockets, airplanes, cruise ships... one after another, the screen is full of gift effects.
Seeing this scene, Chen Xiang was so sad.
When I live broadcast, fans only focus on chatting and occasionally send gifts, or small gifts such as roses and lollipops.
But within a few tens of seconds after the ancestor appeared in front of the camera, all kinds of expensive gifts started to be bought frantically.
She really doubted whether these fans came to see her or their ancestors.
"Okay, dear grandson, I won't interrupt your live broadcast. Xiao Huang invited me to go to the gym to exercise this afternoon. It's getting late. I should go wash up and tidy up."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Nan put his hands behind his back and walked out of the study.
But when Chen Xiang heard his ancestor talking about this, his face twitched. Good guy, this ancestor of his is becoming more and more fashionable now.
I still have to go to the gym.
And it was invited by Master Huang.
"No, I have to go with you. Great-grandfather and Mr. Huang are both old. If there is something wrong in the gym, it will be troublesome."