Noon.
12 AM.
At home in the villa.
Zhang Ye pushed open the door and came in. He said loudly, "I'm back."
Looking into the living room, his parents and Wu Zeqing were all there, preparing lunch.
Old Wu turned around to look at him and smiled. "You're back? What tea do you want? I'll brew it for you. "
Zhang Ye waved it off. "There's no need, I'll just rest for a while."
His mother asked, "Why are you back so late? Didn't you say that your flight would arrive in Beijing at 8 AM? "
"He arrived at eight o 'clock." Zhang Ye slumped onto the sofa and said tiredly, "I was surrounded by people as soon as I got off the plane. I had to sign autographs one by one until my hands turned to jelly." He raised his right hand. "Look, look at this. I can barely lift it anymore. These scammers are too tiring."
His father said, "Don't tell me you didn't want to sign them?"
Zhang Ye said with tears streaming down his face, "I bragged about it during the interview on A Date with Yan Mei. I said that as long as a fan asked for my autograph, I would not reject it. Great, if I had known, I wouldn't have bragged about it."
His mother chuckled. "The airport staff didn't do anything about it?"
Zhang Ye said, "They did."
His mother said, "Yeah, they chased them away. It would affect the order of the airport."
Zhang Ye said, "Yeah, that's why the airport staff gave me a separate reception room so that I could focus on signing autographs. The ground crew and air stewardesses also lined up."
This bunch of airport staff were too wicked!
Thinking about it now, Zhang Ye still felt like cursing.
His mother: "…"
His father: "…"
Wu Zeqing laughed as she cooked. "That's because your calligraphy has become popular. On a domestic trading platform, your autograph was sold for 100,000 yuan. It was a deal."
Zhang Ye nearly jumped up. "What? 100,000 yuan? Damn, I was wondering what those animals were up to! Then how much did I sign for today? 50 million? 100 million? "
Wu Zeqing said gently, "You're overthinking it. That deal was a coincidence. It wasn't the market price. Do you really expect to earn a living by selling autographs? Hur hur. "
Only then did his mother remember. "Oh yes, what's up with your calligraphy?"
His father also wondered, "Yeah, didn't your mom and I sign you up for a calligraphy class when you were young?"
Wu Zeqing smiled. "Dad, this level of calligraphy is no longer a matter for a training class."
Zhang Ye laughed and said, "Self-taught, self-taught."
"Little Ye's handwriting was pretty good in the past." Wu Zeqing said, "That 'Ode of Mulan' is still hanging on the wall at home, but it really can't compare to this' Preface to the Orchid Pavilion '. I also watched the live broadcast at that time.' Preface to the Orchid Pavilion 'is indeed the most shocking semi-cursive I have ever seen in my life. There is no other like it."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It's been so many years, so I have to improve as well."
His father said, "The domestic media blew up yesterday. The headlines were all about Little Ye. They even called him the best semi-cursive in all of history. I don't understand what that means either."
His mother stabbed him with a knife and said, "Hmph, it means that our foolish son has donated six to seven hundred million yuan worth of calligraphy to the Red Cross Society. What's the best semi-cursive in all of history? He's the greatest fool in all of history! "
Dad: "…"
Zhang Ye: "…"
Wu Zeqing just stood there and smiled.
The dishes were ready.
The family sat down and started eating.
As they talked about their trip to Korea, Zhang Ye started bragging as he ate. "Dad, Mom, Old Wu, it's not that I want to brag to you, but the situation at that time was quite dangerous. I wasn't even prepared to deal with that Miyamoto Shinshou. Heh, he just kept coming at me, so I thought to myself, why are you bragging to me! You even want to talk about calligraphy with me? I can torture you even with my eyes closed! Can I bear it? At that time, I just rolled up my sleeves and went up to the stage. After I finished writing, when you looked at the audience, it was completely silent. Miyamoto Shinshou was dumbfounded and ran away. He didn't even dare to fart in front of me again! "
His father said in a speechless manner, "Why do you always look so energetic when you fight with a foreigner?"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Do I?"
His mother looked at him. "You do!"
Zhang Ye said, "Alright, so be it. I was also doing it for the sake of the country and the people. It's indeed meaningless to fight with our own people. I'm sick of the infighting. China's entertainment industry is just too disunited these days. Everyone is stepping on each other every day. Once we go overseas, we all go blind. But when it comes to fighting, we all wilt. But it doesn't matter. Isn't there still me, Lord Zhang, in China's entertainment industry? Internally, when have I ever been afraid of anyone? Who cares! "
His mother said, "Good, that's my son!" She picked up a piece of meat for him and asked, "Now that you're in Asia, does that count as the start of your career?"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "What do you mean by start? I'm soaring! "
His mother curled her lips and said sarcastically, "Yes, yes, soaring, soaring."
Wu Zeqing reminded him at the right time, "Little Ye, don't think too highly of yourself. You didn't have a good relationship with the Japanese and Koreans in the past. You fought with them and scolded them. Although it brought you quite a lot of attention back then and your Asian popularity ranking is still very high, if you really want to take another step forward and aim for the Asian S-list, all the trouble you've caused in the past might become an obstacle to you reaching the summit of Asia in the future."
Zhang Ye said, "You've said this to me before."
Wu Zeqing nodded. "You'll have to be prepared for that."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It's fine. I'll just deal with whatever comes my way."
After dinner.
The calls came one after another.
When he was in Korea, there were times when there was no signal. After all, he was overseas. But now that Zhang Ye was back, many of his friends and family came to look for him.
…
Yao Jiancai called.
"You're great, Zhang'er!"
"Haha, it's nothing."
"When are you coming over to my place?"
"What's up?"
"Write another two pieces of calligraphy for me."
"Get lost! I'm not free! "
…
Grandma Zhang Xia called.
"Little Zhang, you're back?"
"Yes, I just got home."
"This time, you've gained a firm foothold in Asia."
"Haha, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly either."
"You're like gold. You'll shine wherever you go."
…
The Calligraphy Association called.
"Teacher Zhang."
"Hello, President Sun."
"Don't say anything else. I'll arrange for you to join the Calligraphy Association right away!"
"Ah? Don't say that. "
"No, if a calligraphy master like you isn't in the association, where will we put our faces? You have to join us. I'm recommending you to be the vice president. When I retire next year, you can either be the president or honorary president. Master Wu has the same intentions as well! "
"President Sun, we'll talk about it again."
"Don't say anymore! Everyone is looking forward to it! "
"I'm just an artist, so there's no need for me to join in the fun."
"A calligraphy celebrity is also a celebrity! We're part of the entertainment industry now! "
"Pfft, don't joke around."
…
Later that afternoon.
The phone rang again.
And this call stunned Zhang Ye.
It was from the Asian Red Cross Society.
"Is this Teacher Zhang?"
"That's me."
"Hello, I'm from the Red Cross Society."
"Hello."
"We are very grateful and very touched by your outstanding contributions. After a meeting with the leaders, we've decided to invite you to become the new Asian philanthropic ambassador. We would like to invite you to contribute to charity together with us. Would you accept the invitation?"
"Ah?"
"Teacher Zhang?"
"Ah, I'm here."
"We're officially inviting you to join us. What do you think?"
"Sure. Then may I ask, how many ambassadors are there?"
"There's only one in the whole of Asia."
"Are we going to select one?"
"There's no need for that. If you agree, then it's you."
"Of course I agree. This popularity — this matter of contributing to charity, of course I won't shirk from it."
"Thank you. We'll immediately issue the letter of appointment to you and inform the media from all over Asia to hold a press conference."
The call ended.
Zhang Ye was still a little confused.
Asian philanthropic ambassador?
Was this the special reward that the Asian Red Cross Society was talking about? This reward was really too great! Before this, Zhang Ye did not have any expectations at all. He had never thought that a charity organization would give out any kind of reward! Who could have expected that such a big show would happen the next day!
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