Rise of the Richest Man Reborn

"Xuanzi, you are the same, you will always give my brother a good life!"

After leaving the restaurant, the two got on the tram and headed towards the Beicheng area. Ma Feng wanted to take Lu Yixuan to visit the collection of more than a thousand pieces they already owned.

"That's right, Brother Ma, how is your novel writing? Has it been published?"

"Hey, I'm ashamed, I'm out of stuff, I've been holding back for a month, and I'm still in labor, I can't get over that hurdle psychologically..."

Some of the struggles in my heart, so I said it.

I was afraid that the things I wrote would be too realistic, and it would have a bad influence on people I knew.

"So, brother Ma, you have already written several versions? Do you have it with you? Let me have a look!" Lu Yixuan laughed.

Ma Feng was reluctant, and subconsciously covered his trouser pocket: "Don't mind, I'm so embarrassed!"

Lu Yixuan became more and more curious, and said: "Hurry up, why are you still acting like a big girl? In this state, you still want to point to literary creation to realize your ideals in life?"

"Okay! Then take it and read it quickly, others will see it!" Ma Feng looked like a thief, and quickly took out a few neatly folded pages of manuscript paper from his trouser pocket.

Lu Yixuan took the manuscript paper in his hand, unfolded it, and saw that the paper was full of Wei style pen characters like "flowing clouds and flowing water".

Needless to say, Ma Fengdu's good handwriting is absolutely handy, and he deserves to be a generation of cultural celebrities in the years to come.

The story is read quickly.

How should I put it, I can only use the word green to describe it, not to mention the immature writing style, the content of this story is more or less a feeling of "young people don't know what it's like to be sad, and they are forced to express their sorrow in order to write new words".

To put it bluntly, it is a bit deliberately hypocritical, not to speak human words well.

"Xuanzi, how's it going? Brother, the content I wrote is not bad, right? Submit it to the newspaper, do you think it can be published?" Ma Feng looked eagerly at Lu Yixuan.

Lu Yixuan scratched his head, what should we do?

Is it possible that I will be a gunner once, and pass a stepping stone to Old Brother Ma, so that he can enter the newspaper first, become an editor, and then have a proper job?

"Xuanzi, isn't it... Brother, my writing is too bad... Hey, I knew it would be like this. If you want to engage in literary creation, it will be so easy. It seems that I am really not suitable for this bowl of rice... ..." Seeing Lu Yixuan's reaction, Ma Feng said in a moment of depression.

"Brother Ma, do you believe me?"

"Huh? Xuanzi, what do you mean, my article can still be saved?"

Ma Fengdu slapped his thigh, and his eyes suddenly became bright, "Stupid, stupid, my brother is a new era song king who has created three popular patriotic songs one after another, and was admitted to the international class of the Chinese Academy of Sciences at a young age He is a genius who has even worked as an errand in the Foreign Affairs Bureau, and now he is a university lecturer. He is a super talented person with first-class talent. How to modify it, I will definitely listen to your instructions..."

Lu Yixuan held back and said badly: "Okay, according to this, Brother Ma, do you completely believe what I say?"

"That's natural!"

"Come on, Brother Ma, I'll give you the manuscript. Now, stand in the middle of the tram, read it aloud, and read the story you wrote to every passenger on the tram." Lu Yixuan made a ruthless move. , why can't overcome the psychological hurdle, it is clear that I know that what I write is full of hypocritical language.

He returned the manuscript to Ma Fengdu, ignoring that Brother Ma was blushing with embarrassment.

He clapped his hands, and seeing that he had attracted the attention of many passengers, he said loudly: "Passengers, comrades, pay attention. Comrade Ma Fengdu next to me recently wrote a literary creation. He wants to share the story in public. Read it aloud to everyone, and everyone will applaud him!"

clap clap clap...

Lu Yixuan himself applauded first.

Afterwards, many passengers on the tram applauded enthusiastically. The atmosphere was quite enthusiastic. The older lady conductor was even more enthusiastic, beckoning the tram driver to drive the car more steadily.

These days, people admire and worship those who can engage in literary creation.

"Xuanzi, you...you said this method...can really work?"

"Everyone, let's applaud more enthusiastically!"

"Xuanzi..."

"What? Comrade Ma Fengdu, you are going to perform without script, please, please, at your level, this is going to catch up with the masters of folk art in the storytelling world..."

Chapter 122 Visiting the Collection

Chapter 122 Visiting the Collection

Intimidated by Lu Yixuan's "progressive" prestige, Ma Fengdu finally overcame the psychological hurdle, displayed his unique storytelling ability supernormally, and finally told a story without script on the tram.

This is tantamount to recreating it on the spot. Sure enough, people have unlimited potential. At the end of the day, Ma Feng felt the joy of actually telling stories to others.

In the applause of the passengers, the two got off the tram with their heads held high.

As soon as the front foot got out of the car, Ma Fengdu couldn't hold back his excitement, raised his hands to the sky and shouted: "I know what literary creation is—"

Lu Yixuan laughed beside him: "Brother Ma, you're crazy about telling stories!"

Ma Fengdu also laughed: "Xuanzi, it's really you who made such a bad move, which forced me to lose my embarrassment, and then when I told the story adapted from my personal experience, it seemed to go much smoother all of a sudden. The most important point of literary creation is not to take your face too seriously!"

"what……"

Lu Yixuan continued to laugh: "Since ancient times, literati have been rascals. We have to throw away the shameless thing first. When we turn around and become famous, it's just a fart. There are a lot of fans, and we will prove it in every possible way. The stinky farts released by the master are also fragrant, and the stinky farts are fragrant, which has a profound connotation and educational significance."

Ma Feng was stunned, when had he heard such a presumptuous description.

While thinking about it carefully, I clearly felt that every word in the simple words of my good brother is precious.

The two soon came to an old street and walked to a courtyard.

Ma Fengdu took out his key and opened the door: "This is a yard I rented, which is specially used to store the old things we collected. Although the place is too big, it can't hold the things we collected. Seeing the place It's almost not enough..."

Stepping into the gate of the courtyard, there are several wooden sheds in the courtyard, covered with asbestos tiles, and covered with linoleum cloth underneath to keep out the wind and rain.

These wooden sheds are placed under different categories, and they are all relatively large items, mostly wooden furniture.

After casually looking around, there are many things that are actually incomplete, such as the Eight Immortals table with a broken leg, the old-fashioned screen with broken holes, tables and chairs with few boards...

"These are basically unwanted by others, thrown away as garbage, and picked up by me..." Ma Fengdu sighed and shook his head, "Oh, they are all good things that have been around for a long time, but it's a pity that future generations don't take them seriously and fold them It was damaged and thrown away. Have you seen this screen? It was used by the royal family during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. The carvings and paintings on it are exquisite, but it is a pity that it is broken..."

"Can it be repaired and restored?"

Lu Yixuan asked a layman's question, and felt quite sorry for so many old solid wood objects.

He knows too well how such old objects will be so popular in the market in another 30 to [-] years. A complete set of real wood furniture sets for a mansion with a starting price of at least nine figures is still valuable. There is no market, so many tycoons are waving banknotes to buy and there is nowhere to find these things.

Ma Feng shook his head: "It's not the same thing. Those that have been repaired and restored are not called antiques, but these things are not worthless. At least some of the things recorded on these remnants are worth sorting out and collecting into a book. Make pictures, rubbings, compile and record them. One object and one story, they are all witnesses of past history and humanities.”

"Then it's best to get a camera." Lu Yixuan said casually.

"Those things are very expensive, so I'd rather spend a little more time and hand-paint them into a book, which can save some money, and we can collect a few more intact objects." Ma Fengdu took out a thick picture book from the room , handing it to Lu Yixuan like a treasure, "Come here, you are the first person to appreciate my brother's hand-painted masterpiece, see if it is professional enough, if there are any deficiencies, you can point it out."

"Hey, you're so professional!" Lu Yixuan flipped his thumbs up, looked at the hand-painted album, and followed Ma Fengdu, and the two of them compared the objects one by one in the courtyard, and began to appreciate them.

Unknowingly, several hours passed, and it became dark.

It's winter now, and when it gets dark, the cold wind blows, it's really freezing.

Still unfinished, he put away the hand-painted album, and his stomach gurgled in protest.

Only then did I realize that it was already dark outside.

Lu Yixuan said to go out together to find a place to eat, but Ma Feng said that there are no restaurants in the surrounding old neighborhoods, and even if he is rich, he can't find a place to eat.

Reluctantly, the two set up a pot to light a fire on a simple stove built with a few bricks in a corner of the yard, and boiled a pot of noodles.

There is nothing to eat.

I got some soy sauce mixed with the noodles, and ate indiscriminately to fill my belly.

"Brother Ma, why don't you buy a stove for yourself, at least you need to get an electric blanket or something, this guy, how can you bear to sleep in such an empty yard at night! And your usual meal , You have to deal with it like this every day, and make noodles with soy sauce! Oh, no, no, your living conditions are too difficult, we can’t go on like this.”

It's getting late!

Back to school there is no tram.

Lu Yixuan still had a lot to talk about with Ma Feng, so he simply gave up the idea of ​​going back to school, so the two big and small guys got on the kang, the cold blanket was like being splashed with water, and the chill penetrated the bones.

The two of them parted ways, not daring to take off their clothes, and sat cross-legged under the quilt.

Lu Yixuan picked up the hand-painted album again, and listened to Ma Feng tell him the stories behind these antiques one by one.

The current collection is intact, with a total of 780 pieces, most of which are porcelain, a few are ornaments made of various materials, and there are very few jade and gold wares. The overall concept is a big one. The ones harvested in Fengdu are all considered by ordinary people to be of little value, and they still take up a lot of land at home.

So collecting these things, relatively speaking, the cost of spending is much less.

Some of them were damaged or worn out, or the accessories were not complete, and they were out of stock. Basically, Ma Feng went to work for others, to do a little favor or something, and when others saw that he liked it, they simply gave it to him. Some of them don't need to spend any capital.

For the 1 yuan capital given last time, Ma Fengdu only spent a little over 3000 yuan, which can be described as extremely economical.

To put it bluntly, the pace of collecting ancient relics is a bit too cautious!

The speed of collecting things and the range of choices still pay too much attention to the connotation of the so-called 'humanities and art'!

Lu Yixuan couldn't help but recall another genius surnamed Ma, Jack Ma, whom he met on the streets of Tang'an City more than a year ago, this buddy was also from the same town as a fellow, with only a thousand dollars in his pocket, he went deep into the mainland , Walk around the streets and alleys to engage in the "gold collection" business.

In contrast, Jack Ma is obviously a purely commercial development path.

Time does not wait for me,

He couldn't help thinking, how to make this old man Ma, more or less focus on business prospects,

At least it needs to have a virtuous circle of development for the funds to be withdrawn and reinvested, so as to have the opportunity to develop rapidly, and then have more capital to go to a broader market and find more treasures that are more valuable for collection.

Chapter 123 Someone Wants to Sell the House

Chapter 123 Someone Wants to Sell the House

Early the next morning, Lu Yixuan simply asked the school for a day off, specially supervised Ma Fengdu, bought some heating equipment such as a charcoal stove in the rented courtyard, and went to the farmer's market to bring back a board. Chinese cabbage, potatoes, sweet potatoes, vermicelli, rice noodle oil and other winter foods that are easy to store.

In any case, the nest where Ma Feng settled down was no longer so shabby.

Ma Fengdu was being pushed hard by his family during this time, so he didn't dare to go home easily, otherwise his parents would say something, even if he was tied up, he would have to tie him back to work in the factory.

After settling down this long-term base, Lu Yixuan plans to run here for a while whenever he has time.

For the school's courses, he doesn't schedule courses every day, so he doesn't have to stay in the school for a long time, live on campus or something.

On the one hand, run to the courtyard more frequently, and further improve the relationship with Ma Feng. Don't give this old man the illusion that he spends money to be the boss and hires a part-time job. Since it is a partnership between the two In the initial stage of their careers, when they have the opportunity, it is natural to cultivate mutual feelings together and get to know each other better, so as to avoid any other misunderstandings.

On the other hand,

Last time in the open class in the large lecture hall, the woman Xie Chunying confessed her love to him in public. Although the matter was well covered up under the cover of Hao Yumiao and other girls, outsiders only thought it was the enthusiasm of these girls for his singing talent Worship, that kind of crazy scene of showing love in public happened.

But what is the truth, Lu Yixuan is not stupid, how can he not know Xie Chunying's thoughts.

Moreover, some time after the open class, Xie Chunying may have been waiting for his reaction for a long time, and one night, she accidentally touched the upstairs of the staff dormitory where he lived...

Good guy!

That night, if it wasn't for the coincidence that Xi Da's bald head was in his dormitory to ask for advice, what incredible things would happen later, I can't imagine.

Miss Xie seemed very premeditated and wanted to push him back.

terrible!

how to say!

For this woman Xie Chunying, perhaps he knew from the previous life that this woman is very strong in her bones, and she tends to go to extremes when things go wrong, so he sympathizes with this woman.

But sympathy is not the same as love. He really has no thoughts about this woman.

If this is the university life after the new century, it would be very easy to find a girl who is discerning and has a good temper, to develop a relationship that both of them know is unlikely to bear fruit, and to solve the physical and psychological needs between men and women by the way. Go with the flow.

But now at the end of the 70s,

The relationship between men and women in this era is far from that open.

Putting on the pants, you can turn your face and ruthlessly deny it... In short, if this matter really falls on Miss Xie, this woman will definitely go to extremes, looking for life or death, that is a [-]% sure thing that will happen.

Now that he knows the consequences like this, if he doesn't know how to restrain himself and take care of his crotch, is he still a person?

Lu Yixuan wanted to live in the courtyard together, so Ma Feng couldn't be happier.

After solving the problem of off-campus accommodation, Lu Yixuan spent another sum of money to buy a [-]-beam Feige brand bicycle for the convenience of commuting to and from school.

These days, if you really have money, sometimes you may not be able to spend it.

To buy a bicycle, you need an industrial voucher, but Lu Yixuan doesn't have this thing. Fortunately, Ma Feng has a way, and he found a good buddy to get an industrial voucher, and he bought the bicycle smoothly.

From the rented courtyard house to the school, it takes nearly twenty miles.

Fortunately, Lu Yixuan is young and strong, running back and forth every day doesn't take much effort, and by the way, it can be regarded as exercise.

In this way, things settled down. When there were classes, Lu Yixuan would ride his bicycle back to school for class, and Ma Fengdu would go out in the morning, ride a tricycle, walk around the streets and alleys to 'collect junk', and return to the courtyard in the afternoon to collect the things he picked up. Summarize and organize, and write at the desk at night, or continue to compile picture books of antique collections.