BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1138 - Hope
Chapter 1138: Hope
Lu Li watched Xuan Sheng’s car leave and hid the disappointment in her eyes.
However, soon, Chen Yun called and did not allow Lu Li any time to be sad.
Due to China’s own social media system, information worldwide could basically be divided into two large pieces. One was China, and the other was international.
In the past, even if Chinese celebrities occasionally appeared in the industry, due to cultural differences, only one or two Chinese people were really known internationally.
This time was different. With Director Charon’s huge influence, the name Xia Wanyuan suddenly became famous in the international community. Following that, there were invitations to all sorts of international business activities.
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Chen Yun was already too busy alone. Lu Li hurriedly called for a taxi. “Brother Chen, I’ll be right there.”
In the manor, Xia Wanyuan stood at her desk writing calligraphy and painting.
Every time she finished a painting, Xia Wanyuan would upload a photo of the painting. Then, in a second, these works would be snatched up by private buyers.
In the past year, Xia Wanyuan had placed countless paintings on Weibo.
Some nosy netizens specially did a count.
In the past year, Xia Wanyuan had produced a total of 300 calligraphy works and 150 paintings.
These four hundred or so works had brought Xia Wanyuan at least two hundred million yuan in income.
When these data were displayed, everyone was stunned.
[Although Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan are very rich, 200 million yuan is just casually written and drawn. Isn’t this money too easy to earn?]
[ Tell me, why don’t you try casually writing and painting? Does anyone care about you? If someone is willing to buy it, it means that Xia Wanyuan has her own value. Anyway, she’s not forcing you to buy it. ]
[Hehe, I remember that when Xia Wanyuan first sold paintings and paintings, she used the banner of charity. Why haven’t I heard her mention this now? As expected, the richer a person is, the more they know how to earn money. This 200 million yuan is enough for her to buy a few jewels, right?]
The person in front, I can smell your jealousy through the screen, okay? She’s rich and can buy whatever jewelry she wants. Who are you to be sarcastic here? If you have the ability, go too.]
The netizens discussed Xia Wanyuan’s painting and calligraphy income. Although there were doubts, the netizens were already relatively rational and would not be led by the nose by comments about hating the rich.
It was already spring in Beijing. The trees began to sprout green, and the flowers gradually bloomed.
As the capital of China, Beijing was filled with flowers and vitality.
In the northwest, more than two thousand kilometers away from Beijing.
At this moment, the yellow sand was filled with dust that swallowed the already barren grassland.
The originally colorful tents of the herdsmen had become tattered after years of sandstorms. They were wrapped in thick yellow sand everywhere. A large piece seemed to fall out if one casually touched it.
The red-faced herdsmen looked at everything covered by the yellow sand and sighed.
“Sigh, the sandstorm is getting bigger every year, and the area of the oasis is getting smaller and smaller. Where can we go to herd livestock in the future?”
“That’s right. I can’t earn the child’s tuition fees anymore. In the future, I’m afraid I can only make him drop out of school early and work elsewhere with me. He can’t live in this place anymore.”
Everyone gathered and looked worriedly at the yellow sky.
Over the years, the climate change had been intense. In addition, the environment was deteriorating day by day. The sandstorm was getting worse year by year, and there were fewer and fewer usable water sources. As herdsmen who chased after the oasis all year round, they could not find a suitable place to live every year.
Although the country’s support had been very strong over the years, those subsidies alone could save them for a while but not for a lifetime. They could temporarily survive, but when they thought of their children and grandchildren who would have to live in such a harsh environment in the future,
Even though these people had not studied much, they could not help but worry about the future.
“Let’s go. Go far away and work in a big city. Don’t ever come back.” In the corner, the oldest old man in the tribe said vaguely, “Don’t come back in the future.”
Hearing his words, everyone’s hearts ached. The tribes on the plains valued the friendship between the tribes the most, especially these old people. In their eyes, the unity of the tribe was more important than anything.
However, they had been united their entire lives. Now, they had to personally tell their descendants to go far away and never return to this land.
Everyone knew that the old man probably felt very uncomfortable.
The sand was still spreading, sweeping from the north to the south, from the west to the east. Countless flames filled the yellow sky.
However, at this moment, if someone intercepted the data from the satellite observation station, they would discover that
When many people began to escape from these places buried by the sand, groups of convoys were heading in the opposite direction towards the center of the sand, towards the driest place.
Some passers-by would occasionally look curiously at these carriages.
It was not that they were curious about what they were going to do, but that there was a faint mark on the bodies of these cars. If someone who knew how to design looked at them, they would realize that those marks were a combination of the letters X and J. The color of the words was tender green.
It was like the first willow green bud in spring. At a glance, it made one feel endless hope.
Behind these convoys were countless trucks.
Occasionally, children would pass by the roadside and pick up the things that fell from the truck.
It was a small seed that looked like the seed of a plant. The children casually threw the seed by the roadside and watered it with some water before ignoring what it was.
However, when no one was paying attention, small buds quietly broke through the soil with the first breeze of spring and extended their tentacles into the sky.
No one knew that these small green buds were the hope to brush away the yellow sand.
At this moment, the media and news were still discussing intensely about Xia Wanyuan’s sky-high royalties.
The southern media reporters received the instructions of the few big families in Beijing and stood up to report and criticize.
“Art shouldn’t be reduced to chips for bidding. When the commercial value of art far exceeds its own artistic value, what are we still pursuing?”
Some media even set off and began to question. “Some people can accumulate huge wealth with a few calligraphy paintings, while others sweep through the entire street for a 20-dollar labor fee in the cold wind. What’s wrong with our society?”