Chapter 191 Is My Signature Valuable?

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The comments on the Internet have nothing to do with Lu Yuan.

It is impossible for Lu Yuan to care about what other people think and evaluate about the Spring Festival Gala, let alone think that he is the savior of the Spring Festival Gala and go to the chief planner of the Spring Festival Gala to ask for opinions and come up with various planning plans.

He is just an ordinary person.

He is just an ordinary person who struggles to learn English.

Airplanes are naturally faster than cars. It takes seven or eight hours for a car to get home, but it only takes about an hour for the plane to arrive.

And the plane is not stuck in traffic.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Lu Yuan got out of the car and came to the entrance of the village again with big bags and small bags.

He wrapped his clothes and felt that the day was getting colder and colder.

It's impossible for me to stay outside this time.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked in the direction of his home like a conditioned reflex.

There was a burst of tension in his heart for no reason.

Later, when he saw that his house was brightly lit, not only his own house was brightly lit, but even the lights of his neighbor's house were also on, he was relieved.

It seems that everyone is not asleep.

Lu Yuan continued to move forward with his luggage and quickened his pace, the eager feeling of homesickness in his heart became heavier.

In fact, he came to this world and never returned home seriously...

Haven't stayed at home well yet.

After walking about a few hundred meters, Lu Yuan took a deep breath after stepping into the door of the house, unable to restrain the comfortable emotion.

This is what home feels like!

Very cozy.

No messy reporters, no messy interviews, no messy autographs.

Everything is fine.

All……

and many more.

doesn't seem right...

"Yo, who's here?"

"Lu Yuan is here?"

"A Yuan?"

"Hey, come here, come here, Ah Yuan is here..."

"Quick, quick, come out, your brother Lu Yuan is here... why don't you go home and get a pen and paper?"

"It's really Lu Yuan!"

"Is this point really coming?"

"This kid has really changed a lot, he seems to be a lot more handsome... I remember he was very naughty when I was a child, haha, he smashed the water tank in my house... Come, A Yuan, sign for your uncle .”

"Haha, yes..."

"By the way, hurry up, take out the paper and pen..."

"quick!"

"right!"

"Ayuan, thank you for your hard work, sit down quickly, come, and help my uncles and aunts to write a few more autographs."

"Yeah, uncles and aunts have been waiting for you here for a long time, and thought you wouldn't come. Come on, write two more... This child, I have been looking at the future since I was a child, and I didn't expect it to be so promising."

"I'll get the paper too... A Yuan, wait for me."

"Yes, I will also write two more sheets to help uncle, it is best to write a dozen or so..."

"..."

Lu Yuan was stunned as soon as he put down his luggage.

What greeted Lu Yuan was not the family affection between his mother and father, but the paper and pens of relatives, friends and various uncles and aunts in the room, who seemed to be "sharpening their knives" waiting for Lu Yuan.

These uncles, aunts, relatives and friends all had enthusiastic smiles on their faces. For some reason, Lu Yuan always felt that these people looked at him as if they were looking at a moving RMB.

"???"

"A Yuan, why are you standing there stupidly? Our restaurant guests still have 20 VIP tickets to sign. Come on, sign my stack after signing for uncles and aunts."

Just when Lu Yuan was at a loss, Lu Yuan saw his father walking towards him.

Lu Yuan's father smiled and held a stack of photos taken by himself with scissors when he was in college, and he looked at Lu Yuan with the same eyes as these people.

are all in...

See moving banknotes?

"???"

……………………………

The night gradually got darker.

It was cold and windy outside, and it was freezing cold.

At this time, people usually turn on the air conditioner and lie in the warm bed to make an appointment with Duke Zhou's daughter.

That's basically it.

But Lu Yuan could not enjoy this kind of treatment.

He is signing.

His hands were numb and he felt a strange suffocation.

He signed his name crookedly on those papers or photos, signed and signed, he didn't even know how to write his name.

When he saw the word Lu Yuan, he didn't recognize it anymore.

Is this the word Lu Yuan?

He really doesn't want to write a word now.

He is desperate.

This kind of despair is simply indescribable...

But after seeing the excited expressions of the guests in the room, he couldn't refuse.

After all, he couldn't let these people go back empty-handed, could he?

Well, sign it then!

Time passed bit by bit, and Lu Yuan felt that he was working mechanically like a machine that could only draw ghosts. At the same time, there were guests outside the house who kept coming in cheerfully with paper and pens in coats.

God knows why they are still up so late.

Lu Yuan no longer knew what expression to use to treat these people.

Finally, an hour passed, and it wasn't until 3:30 in the morning that these guests left with Lu Yuan's signature contentedly. Of course, a group of guests took out their mobile phones to talk to their sons and daughters, or students reported something in a very excited tone. record.

"I got it, I got it, haha, I got it!"

"Don't mention it, Lu Yuan's signature really has a set, with a strong sense of art!"

"That's right, the word Lu Yuan was written by him in such a flying and phoenix manner that I could barely see it. Sure enough, A Yuan went outside and walked around. He is completely different. He has been influenced by art, and the pianist's signature is different. !"

"Don't talk about it, I want to treasure it well, wait for it to increase in price, no... wait for it to increase in value..."

"..."

"..."

Lu Yuan finally closed his eyes after hearing these voices.

it is finally over.

At this moment, he let out a long sigh of relief and lay down on the sofa in the living room. He was really exhausted.

In fact, until now he is still in the fog, and he doesn't even understand what is going on with these guests.

You say they are your fans?

What nonsense, the way they look at themselves is not the way they look at idols, okay...

Although Lu Yuan's reaction was a bit slow on weekdays, he still understood this point.

Lu Yuan's father was very satisfied with Lu Yuan's results today. He put these autographed photos in carefully packed boxes, and each box was pasted with a VIP limited edition label. After looking under the light for a long time, he finally nodded in satisfaction.

As for Lu Yuan's mother, she was diligently cleaning up the piles of garbage on the ground with a mop. It can be seen that the guests just watched the Spring Festival Gala here very happily. The hall of the house is just like it was twenty years ago. like a movie theater...

"Dad, what are you doing!" Lu Yuan moved his wrist, and finally took a deep breath.

"Didn't we open a restaurant opposite the school? Every afternoon, a group of high school students come to our restaurant for dinner, and the business is very good..."

"Does that have anything to do with this?"

"Ah Yuan, since you were on the news, these high school kids have come to me every three days to ask if I can get your autograph. VIP guests will have the opportunity to get a small box with your meticulously signed photos... Well, it’s this small box, doesn’t it look pretty delicate?” Lu Yuan’s father cheerfully put the more than twenty boxes away .

"So, after signing so many, all of them are for those people?"

"Well, let's put it this way, of course it's not all children, there are other guests who have a good relationship with your father... Anyway, I heard that your signature is not very cheap online now, um, so many relatives and friends came here today to give them Just sign it, you can’t just sign it for others in the future, it’s all money!”

"..." Lu Yuan closed his eyes for a while when he saw his father's money-losing look.

He felt that his father was no longer the honest man he used to be.

It seems to be the same as a qualified businessman.

"By the way, Lao Lu, some colleagues in my factory also want two..."

"Is the relationship good?"

"pretty good."

"Give it if you have a good relationship, don't give it to someone who has a bad relationship or is ordinary!"

"Then Ah Yuan signed so many today..."

"Today is the day when we, Ah Yuan, go to the Spring Festival Gala. We want to be auspicious and happy. It will be different in the future. These are all money."

"Okay, I understand!"

After Lu Yuan's father prepared all the signature boxes, then Lu Yuan's mother seemed to think of something and stopped her work and looked up at Lu Yuan's father.

Lu Yuan's father thought for a while, then nodded, his voice was quite majestic.

Lu Yuan stared dumbfounded at the conversation between his parents.

Then……

"My signature is worth a lot?"

"Hehe, someone offered 3,000 yuan for your autograph before and I didn't agree. Do you think it's worth it?"

"Three thousand yuan?"

After Lu Yuan saw his father's expression, he suddenly remembered the eyes of these relatives and friends just now.

this moment……

He suddenly understood.

It seems that I really didn't feel wrong.

They are indeed looking at money!

Look at the eyes of the three thousand yuan ocean?

"By the way, Ah Yuan..."

"what?"

"Sign your name on the pair of sneakers you don't wear, maybe the price of these sneakers will increase in the future..."

"..."

………………………

Lu Yuan's signature is not worth only three thousand.

Someone even called out a high price of 5,000 yuan for a signature on the Internet.

But it has always been priceless.

Lu Yuan is different from other traffic stars.

Other traffic stars can't wait to sign more names every day, and when they see fans, they will swipe their signatures without saying a word to gain a sense of presence.

But what about Lu Yuan?

Met a reporter!

hide!

Meet people who eat melons?

hide!

Meet fans!

Keep hiding!

Can't hide?

Well, I had no choice but to pick up a pen and sign a few papers, and when I signed and saw someone coming to help me block it or if there was any gap, I would sneak away without saying a word, without caring about anyone's feelings at all.

So things are rare.

Who is Lu Yuan?

Director, actor, poet, screenwriter, singer, creator...

In fact, all of these are not the most important!

What is the most important thing?

Lu Yuan attended the Spring Festival Gala, and even played the piano with the international pianist Brando!

Is such a person's signature worthless?

At first, these relatives and friends who watched TV at Lu Yuan's parents' house did not know that Lu Yuan's signature was so valuable.

But their children who are far away from other places suddenly called them by coincidence after Lu Yuan sang "Go Home and See".

At the beginning, there was a touching and tender link, but after the warm link, the tone and manner suddenly changed.

"Dad, is Lu Yuan going home?"

"Mom, when Lu Yuan comes home, don't forget to ask for an autograph, you must!"

"If possible, ask Lu Yuan to help write a few more! Definitely!"

"He has already signed 5,000 yuan a piece. After the Spring Festival Gala, his signature price may exceed 10,000 yuan!"

"quick……"

Although the way of calling is different, the way of speaking is different.

But the content inside is the same.

Anyway, I want to sign, the more the better, these are money!

The wages of avarice is death……

This is the eternal truth!

Then……

Relatives and friends suddenly became excited!

………………………

Lu Yuan didn't sleep after returning to the house.

He turned on the computer and typed in the words "How much is Lu Yuan's signature".

When he saw someone offer a price of 10,000 yuan on the Internet, Lu Yuan's mood instantly surged!

seem……

A brand new door opened towards him.

Then he shook his head.

Am I the kind of person who is greedy for money?

I'm not!

Moreover, I am not short of money now!

What kind of talk is it to sell yourself!

He criticized himself for a long time.