Chapter 1140 Hope

Luli watched Xuan Sheng's car leave, covering the disappointment in his eyebrows.

But soon, Chen Yun's phone call came, and Lu Li was not allowed to have any sad time at all.

Due to China's self-contained social media, information around the world can basically be divided into two parts, one is China, and the other is international.

In the past, even if famous Chinese people occasionally came out of the circle, due to cultural differences, the Chinese people who were really known internationally could only count one or two when they broke their fingers.

This time is different. With the help of Director Caron's huge influence, the name Xia Wanyuan suddenly started in the international community, and along with it, there were invitations for various international business activities.

Chen Yun was too busy by himself, and Lu Li hurriedly called a taxi, "Brother Chen, I'll be right over here,"

In the manor, Xia Wanyuan stood at the desk writing calligraphy and painting,

After every painting, Xia Wanyuan will upload the photos of the painting and calligraphy works, and within a second, these works will be sold out by private buyers.

In the past year, Xia Wanyuan's calligraphy and painting works on Weibo, she herself can't count how many,

Netizens with gossip specially made a statistic,

Over the past year, Xia Wanyuan has produced a total of 300 calligraphy works and 150 paintings.

These more than 400 works have brought at least nearly 200 million income to Xia Wanyuan.

When the data came out, everyone was stunned.

[Although Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan are both rich, it’s true, but two hundred million, just write and draw, there are two hundred million, isn’t this money too good to earn? 】

[One thing to say, one thing, you can also try to write and draw, and see if anyone cares about you? If someone is willing to buy it, it means that Xia Wanyuan has his own value, and he didn't force you to buy it anyway. 】

[Hehe, I remember when Xia Wanyuan was selling paintings and calligraphy in the beginning, it was under the banner of charity, why haven't I heard her talk about it now? Sure enough, the richer people are, the more they will think of ways to make money. These two hundred million yuan are enough for her to buy a few jewelry, right? 】

[In the front, you can smell the sour smell overflowing from the screen across the screen, okay? If people have money, they can buy whatever jewelry they want to buy. It's your turn to be yin and yang here. If you have the ability, you can go too. 】

Netizens have a lot of discussions about Xia Wanyuan's calligraphy and painting income, although there are voices of doubt, but now netizens are relatively rational and will not be led by the nose by Qiu Fu's remarks.

At this time, it was already spring in the imperial capital. The trees began to pick up green buds, and the flowers began to bloom gradually.

As the capital of China, the imperial capital was flourishing and full of vigor at this time.

And the northwest, which is more than 2,000 kilometers away from the imperial capital,

At this time, the yellow sand filled the sky, and the dust was wrapped in sand, swallowing up the already barren grassland.

The herdsmen's colorful tents, after being attacked by wind and sand for many years, have now become tattered, and they are covered with thick yellow sand.

The herdsmen with red cheeks looked at everything covered by the yellow sand in front of them, and sighed one after another.

"Well, the sandstorm is getting bigger and bigger every year, and the area of ​​the oasis is getting smaller and smaller. Where can we go to graze in the future?"

"Yeah, the doll's tuition can't be earned. In the future, I'm afraid that he will have to drop out of school early and follow me to work elsewhere. This place can't live."

Everyone gathered together and looked at the yellow sky in worry,

Over the years, climate change has been severe, coupled with the deterioration of the environment, the sandstorm is getting worse every year, and the available water sources are getting less and less. These herdsmen who have been chasing the oasis all the year round, are now getting more and more every year. Difficulty finding a suitable place to live,

Although the state's support has been great over the years, those subsidies alone can save them for a while, but not for the rest of their lives. They can make ends meet temporarily, but when they think of their children and grandchildren, they will live in such a bad future in the future. living in the environment,

Even if these people haven't read many books, they can't help worrying about the future.

"Let's go, go far, go to work in a big city, and never come back," in the corner, the oldest old man in the tribe, pronounced vaguely, "Don't come back in the future."

Hearing what he said, everyone felt sad. The tribes on the grasslands valued the friendship between the tribes the most, especially these elderly people. In their eyes, the unity of the tribe is more important than anything else.

But they have been united for a lifetime, and now they have to tell their descendants in person that they have to go far and never come back to this land.

Everyone knows that the old man's heart is also very uncomfortable.

The sandstorm is still permeating, sweeping across many places from north to south, from west to east, and countless anxiety pervades this yellow sky.

However, at this moment, if someone intercepts the data from the satellite observatory, they will find that,

When many people began to flee these places buried by the wind and sand, groups of convoys were heading in the opposite direction, heading towards the central area of ​​the wind and sand, heading for the driest place.

Pedestrians passing by occasionally turn their eyes to these teams curiously.

It's not that I'm curious about what they're going to do, but that there is a faint mark on the body of these teams. If someone who knows design looks at it, they will find that those marks are the combination of the letter X and the letter J. , the color of the font is bright green,

Like the first green buds of a willow tree in spring, looking at it at a glance makes people feel infinite hope.

Behind these convoys, followed by countless trucks,

Occasionally children pass by the side of the road and pick up things that have fallen from the van,

The small one looks like the seed of some kind of plant. The children threw the seed on the side of the road at will, took some water and watered it, and they never cared about what it was.

However, when no one was paying attention, the small buds, quietly following the first ray of spring wind, broke the soil and stretched their tentacles to the sky.

No one knows that these little green shoots are the hope that the yellow sand can be brushed away.

In the media news at this time, the issue of Xia Wanyuan's sky-high royalties was still being discussed fiercely.

The reporters from the Southern Department of the media, with the instigation of several major families in the imperial capital, stood up and issued chapters and chapters of reports, accusing them,

"Art should not be reduced to a bargaining chip. When the commercial value of artworks far exceeds its own artistic value, what are we still looking for?"

Some media even set out for this and began to question, "Some people can save a huge amount of wealth with a few paintings, while some people sweep an entire street in the cold wind for 20 yuan of labor fees, what's wrong with our society? ?"