Her Majesty the Queen Has Become a God In the Entertainment Industry

Shen Yunqing did not stay long and left in a hurry before Jiang Wenhui came back.

He couldn't accompany him to Liangchuan. Fortunately, Jiang Lingxi was willing to take Huzi and Changning with him, so he could feel more at ease.

Since he can only stay, he will do everything that falls on his hands.

That afternoon, two young people who applied for jobs came to the hotel where Jiang Lingxi and the others had their closing banquet.

 One is applying for a waiter, and the other is applying for a surveillance room security guard.

 Because of his good performance, he was hired quickly.

 The investigation was carried out in an orderly manner.

Jiang Wenhui came home from get off work and saw an extra suitcase in the living room.

 “Is your sister back?”

“Well, I came back in the morning, and my brother-in-law also came, but he left after lunch.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenhui reached out and touched the back of her son's head.

 “Why don’t you give me a call?”

Jiang Lingxu rubbed the back of his head that had been beaten hard, "You are not allowed to bring a mobile phone to work. You have to answer my calls!"

Jiang Wenhui thought the same thing, "Then how did you eat for lunch?"

 The son can only cook noodles, and the daughter has no hope of cooking noodles. Could it be that the son-in-law did it?

Your son-in-law doesn’t look like someone who can cook!

 “My brother-in-law brought lunch when he came, and my sister specially asked me to do so.”

Jiang Wenhui: “…”

 It was rare to come over for a meal and bring food. She really didn’t know what to say.

 “Where is your sister, in the bedroom?”

“Well, after dinner, I went back to the bedroom to rest. I must have been tired a while ago, and I have to go to Liangchuan to continue filming tomorrow, so today is my day off.”

Jiang Wenhui paused as she originally planned to go to her daughter's room to take a look.

“Let’s go to the supermarket with me to buy some ingredients. I’ll cook more dishes tonight.”

 “It’s better to go out to the restaurant.”

Jiang Wenhui: “…”

I really can’t have this troublesome son!

By the time Jiang Lingxi woke up, Jiang Wenhui and her son had just returned from shopping for groceries.

"mom."

“Wake up,” Jiang Wenhui said. She hadn’t seen her for a few months. She was much more interested in her daughter than her son. She reached out and took out a lot of snacks from her shopping bag and put them on the coffee table. “Let’s eat something first.”

He grabbed his son who was about to run away and said, "Go and help me wash the vegetables and peel the garlic."

"This differential treatment..." Jiang Lingxu muttered, but followed him into the kitchen obediently.

Jiang Lingxi picked a box of yogurt and ate it with the small spoon that came with it. She walked to the door of the kitchen and said, "Xiao Xu said that my dad is investing with others. Mom, do you know?"

"I know," Jiang Wenhui didn't stop, replying to her daughter's words while working, "Your dad is still angry, and he still wants to mess around with his career. During this time, he was hanging out with Lao Liu. He's so proactive, he goes out early and comes back late. I don't understand their methods, but seeing that he doesn't drink anymore, and he still uses his own money, I just let him go."

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Cao Cao has arrived.

Jiang Lingxi heard the door knock and was throwing the yogurt box into the trash can. When she turned around, she saw a red face.

Jiang Runcheng was really stunned for a moment, "Xiao Xi is back."

“Dad.” Jiang Lingxi called out and looked at the middle-aged man who followed behind.

Jiang Runcheng noticed his daughter's gaze and said, "Forgot, this is your Uncle Liu, come over for a casual meal."

 “Hello, Uncle Liu.”

Liu Chengyun had a fat and kind face, "Xiao Xi is really a woman who has transformed into a woman. I heard from your father that she is now a big star. I don't even dare to recognize her when she walks on the street." Jiang Runcheng Suddenly, his face was proud but his mouth was humble, "Those who are celebrities or not are just juniors at home."

Jiang Lingxi smiled and said, "Let's eat together."

They sat down in the living room. As a junior, Jiang Lingxi made a pot of tea and sent it over.

Then he asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Dad, I heard from mom that you are investing with Uncle Liu?"

"Well," Jiang Runcheng nodded. He wanted to say that this is none of your children's business, but when he met his daughter's eyes, he suddenly realized that her daughter was older. "Recently, your Uncle Liu has taken a fancy to a new track. , I listened to his analysis and felt that there was much potential in it. ”

 “What track?”

Liu Chengyun looked at the little girl's curious look and couldn't help but rub his fingers on the teacup, "It's a high-end art. A few years ago, this aspect was still tepid, but now everyone is getting richer and richer, isn't it? I have begun to pursue higher quality. I am no longer satisfied with food and clothing. The next step is art, after all, the style is more elegant.”

Seeing that Jiang Lingxi was listening attentively, he continued to talk, "But art is a matter of benevolence and wisdom. In the final analysis, fame and value are directly proportional. The more famous he is, the higher his value is, and the more space he can maneuver. high."

Then he thought about the career of the girl in front of him, "It's similar to you being a star. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who purely rely on acting skills. Good acting skills are not as good as high reputation. Fame represents market value. My niece understands what I say. ?”

Jiang Lingxi smiled and nodded, "So, what Uncle Liu calls investment is to amplify the fame of a work of art, increase its value, invest in the early stage, and make profits in the later stage?"

Liu Chengyun laughed and said, "It seems that my niece is also good at doing business. She knows everything about her business."

Of course there are definitely a lot of twists and turns, and there are even certain risks, but there is no need to tell such a little girl these things.

Jiang Lingxi doesn’t think it’s new either.

 This kind of thing has happened since ancient times.

Good artistic creations are hard to find at a price.

But the premise is that this thing is really good and not a fake art that has been forcibly lifted up.

As for Uncle Liu who is here as a guest today, Jiang Lingxi has reservations about this person.

The view on artwork is good, and now more and more people are indeed pursuing this elegance.

 But if you forcefully build a so-called work of art just for profit, that would be a bit unscrupulous.

“Uncle Liu should already have something promising, right?”

Although Lao Jiang has always wanted to make a lot of money and make a fortune, he was not led by others without any brains.

 Unless Uncle Liu makes him feel that this track is absolutely feasible.

"It's calligraphy and painting." Seeing Old Liu chatting with his daughter, his real father couldn't get in the conversation. Jiang Runcheng finally spoke before Old Liu, and even took out his mobile phone to open the photo album, "Xiao Xi, take a look. , these paintings and calligraphy, both ancient and contemporary, may not be very valuable now, but when they become famous, their value will increase tenfold or a hundredfold.”

Liu Chengyun subconsciously wanted to stop it. Those photos were just a hook for Jiang Runcheng. How could outsiders know about it.

But then I thought about it, Jiang Lingxi is just a little star. I heard that she didn't even go to college after the Jiang family went bankrupt. Her knowledge is probably average, and she probably doesn't know anything about calligraphy and painting.

It doesn’t hurt to take a look.

 Thinking of this, the old **** took a sip of tea.

This tea is brewed quite well.

Jiang Lingxi took Jiang Runcheng's old mobile phone with a cracked and blurry screen, opened it, looked at it a few times, then zoomed in, and looked at it carefully again.

 Finally I am sure I can’t appreciate it.

 “Did you acquire all of these?”

Jiang Runcheng waved his hand, "How can there be so much money? We cooperate with art companies and collectors and artists, and we will split the accounts later. With the little money I have now, I only get a small amount." His tone was very regretful.

 Investment? The more you invest, the more you earn. But if you lose, you will naturally lose more.

 But as far as what Lao Liu introduced to him, isn't this a sure way to make money!

Liu Chengyun took a sip of tea, leaned back on the sofa, and said with high spirits and confidence, "Have you ever heard of Anfeng Culture and Art Company, my niece? We have a Nachuan private painting and calligraphy museum in the imperial capital. You should know about it, right?" Mr. Zhang Nachuan is the most famous calligraphy and painting artist in the world. The company is run by his own son. He is the absolute leader in the art world. Even if you, Uncle Liu, me and your dad are following us to have a sip of soup, we will still be there. Fat and oily soup!”

Jiang Lingxi: “…”

 She wanted to know whether Mr. Zhang knew about the business he was doing.

 Although businessmen don’t care whether it is real art or not, as long as they can make profits from it.

But Mr. Zhang, who does not tolerate criticism, would be so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven if he knew that his great son was doing such a business that was suspected of blaspheming art behind his back?