Chapter 192: My signature is very valuable? (Second more)

The discussion on the Internet has nothing to do with Lu Yuan.
With Lu Yuan's urinary nature, it is impossible to care about what others think of the Spring Festival Gala and how to evaluate it, and it is even less likely to feel that he is the savior of the Spring Festival Gala.
He is just an ordinary person.
He is an ordinary person who has a little trouble even learning English.
The plane is naturally faster than the car. It takes seven or eight hours to get home but the plane only takes about an hour to arrive.
And the plane is not in traffic jam.
At about two o'clock in the morning, Lu Yuan got out of the car and came to the entrance of the village again with large bags.
He wrapped his clothes and felt that it was getting colder and colder.
It's impossible to stay outside this time.
He hesitated, reflexively looking at the direction of his home.
There was tension in his heart for no apparent reason.
Then he was relieved when he saw that his home was brightly lit, not only his own home was brightly lit, but even the light of his next door was on.
It seems that everyone hasn't slept.
Lu Yuan carried his luggage and continued to speed up the pace, the feeling of homesickness in his heart even heavier.
In fact, when he came to this world, he really didn't go home seriously...
Haven't stayed at home well yet.
After walking for a few hundred meters, Lu Yuan took a deep breath after stepping into the doorway, unable to restrain the comfortable emotion.
This is the feeling of home!
Very warm.
There are no messy reporters, no messy interviews, no messy signatures.
Everything is fine.
All……
and many more.
It seems wrong...
"Yo, who's here?"
"Lu Yuan is here?"
"A Yuan?"
"Hey, here comes, A Yuan is here..."
"Quick, quick, come out, your brother Lu Yuan is here... why don't you go home and get paper and pen?"
"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 he was a kid, haha, he smashed all the water tanks in my house... Come on, A Yuan, help your uncle sign a name. ."
"Haha, yes..."
"By the way, quickly, get out paper and pens..."
"fast!"
"Correct!"
"Ayuan, thanks for your hard work, sit down, come and write some more autographs for my uncles and aunts."
"Yeah, my uncles and aunts have been waiting for you here for a long time. I thought you weren't coming. Hurry up, write two more... This kid, I've been watching my life since I was a child, but I didn't expect to be so good."
"I'll get paper too... Ayuan, wait for me."
"Yes, I will also write two more sheets for uncle, I'd better write a dozen sheets..."
"..."
Lu Yuan was stunned just after putting down his luggage.
What greeted Lu Yuan was not the family relationship between his mother and dad, but the papers and pens filled with relatives, friends, and various uncles and aunts who seemed to wait for Lu Yuan "sharpened".
These uncles, aunts, relatives and friends all had warm smiles on their faces. Somehow, Lu Yuan always felt that these people looked at their eyes as if they were looking at a moving RMB.
"???"
"Ayuan, what are you doing standing stupidly? Our restaurant guests still have 20 VIP customers to sign. Come, help the uncles and aunts to sign my stack afterwards."
Just when Lu Yuan was at a loss, Lu Yuan saw his dad walking towards him.
Lu Yuan’s father smiled and held a pile of photos he took when he was in college with a scissor hand. He looked at Lu Yuan’s eyes like these people.
Are all in...
Looking at moving banknotes?
"???"
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The night gradually became too deep.
The cold wind outside the house was freezing, and the sky was freezing.
At this time, people usually lie on the air-conditioner and lie on the warm bed and make an appointment with Zhou Gong's daughter.
This is basically the case.
But Lu Yuan did not enjoy this treatment.
He is signing.
His hands are numb and he feels a strange suffocation.
He signed his name obliquely on those papers or photos, and he did not even know how to write his name.
He didn't recognize the two words Lu Yuan.
Is this the word Lu Yuan?
He really doesn't want to write a word now.
He is desperate.
This kind of despair is beyond description...
But after looking at the excited expressions of the guests in a room, he couldn't refuse.
After all, he can't let these people go back empty-handed, right?
Okay, then sign it!
As time passed bit by bit, Lu Yuan felt that he was working mechanically like a machine that only used ghosts and talisman. At the same time, there were guests outside the house who were constantly wearing overcoats and cheerfully walking in with paper and pen.
God knows why they stay up so late.
Lu Yuan no longer knew what expression to use to treat these people.
Finally an hour passed, and it was not 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 the classmates reported something in a very excited tone. Record.
"Get it, get it, haha, get it!"
"Don't tell me, Lu Yuan really has a set of signatures, he has a strong sense of art!"
"Yeah, the two characters Lu Yuan were written by him like a dragon, flying, and phoenix. I almost can't see it. Sure enough, A Yuan went outside and turned around. He was totally different. He was influenced by art, and the pianist’s signature was different. !"
"Don't say it, I want to cherish it, wait for it to increase in price, no... it's waiting for it to appreciate..."
"..."
"..."
After hearing these sounds, Lu Yuan finally closed his eyes.
it's finally over.
At this moment, the whole person lay a long sigh of relief on the sofa in the living room. He was really exhausted.
In fact, he was still in the clouds and mist until now, and he didn't even understand what was going on with these guests.
You say they are your fans?
What kind of nonsense, they look at their own eyes not at all to look at their idols, okay...
Although Lu Yuan's reaction was slow, he still understood this.
Lu Yuan’s father is very satisfied with the results of Lu Yuan’s battle today. He puts these autographed photos in carefully packed boxes, and then each box is labeled with a VIP limited edition label. I looked under the lights for a long time, and finally nodded in satisfaction.
As for Lu Yuan’s mother, she took a mop to clean up the piles of garbage on the ground. It can be seen that the guests from the road just now watched the Spring Festival Gala very well. The lobby at home is like 20 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? A group of high school students come to our restaurant for dinner every afternoon, and business is so good..."
"Does this have anything to do with this?"
"Ayuan, since you were on the news, these high school kids have come to ask me if I can get your signature at both ends of the day. I put together a plan to establish a system of charging cards to become VIPs in our store. VIP guests will have the opportunity to get a small box containing your carefully signed photo...Well, this is the small box, doesn't it look exquisite?" Dad Lu Yuan happily put the twenty-odd boxes away. .
"So, after signing so many, they are all for those people?"
"Well, you can say that. Of course, it's not all children. There are other guests who have a good relationship with your dad... Anyway, I heard that your signature is not cheap online now. Well, so many relatives and friends came over to them today. Just sign it, you can't just sign someone else in the future, it's all money!"
"..." Lu Yuan closed his eyes for a while when he saw his father's face in pain.
He felt that his father was no longer the honest person he once was.
It's like being a qualified businessman.
"By the way, Lao Lu, some colleagues in our factory also want two copies..."
"How is the relationship?"
"pretty good."
"Give it if you have a good relationship, don't give it if you have a bad or average relationship.!"
"Then Ayuan signed so many today..."
"Today is the day for us, Ayuan, to go to the Spring Festival Gala. Let's be auspicious and happy. It will be different from now on. These are all money.
"Okay, I understand!"
After Lu Yuan's father prepared all the signature boxes, Lu Yuan's mother seemed to have thought of something to stop her work and looked up at Lu Yuan's father.
Dad Lu Yuan thought for a while, then nodded, his voice was quite majestic.
Lu Yuan stared at the conversation between his parents and his mother dumbfounded.
then……
"My signature is very valuable?"
"Hehe, someone bid 3,000 yuan for your signature before, I didn't agree, do you think it's valuable?"
"Three thousand yuan?"
After seeing his father's expression, Lu Yuan suddenly remembered the eyes of these relatives and friends just now.
this moment……
He suddenly understood.
It seems that I did not feel wrong.
They are indeed looking at the eyes of money!
Look at the three thousand yuan ocean?
"By the way, A Yuan..."
"what?"
"You should also sign your name on the shoes you don't wear. Maybe the price of these shoes will increase in the future..."
"..."
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Lu Yuan’s signature is actually worth more than three thousand.
Some people even called out a high price of 5,000 yuan per 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 after seeing fans, they will brush their signatures to get a sense of existence.
But what about Lu Yuan?
Encountered a reporter!
hide!
Met people eating melons?
hide!
Met fans!
Keep hiding!
Can't hide?
Well, there is no other way but to pick up a pen to sign a few, sign and sign when you see someone come to help you block or if there is a gap, then you can leave without saying anything, without taking care of anyone's feelings.
Therefore, things are precious.
Who is Lu Yuan?
Director, actor, poet, screenwriter, singer, creator...
In fact, none of these are the most important!
What is the most important thing?
Lu Yuan went to the Spring Festival Gala and even played piano with international pianist Brando!
Can such a person's signature be worthless?
At first, the relatives and friends who watched TV at Lu Yuan’s parents’ home didn’t know that Lu Yuan’s signature was so valuable.
But their children who were far away suddenly called them in the same place after Lu Yuan sang "Go Home and See".
It was a touching warmth link at the beginning, but after the warmth link, the tone of voice suddenly changed.
"Dad, isn't Lu Yuan going home?"
"Mom, if Lu Yuan goes home, don't forget to sign, you must!"
"If possible, let Lu Yuan help write more! Definitely!"
"He has signed five thousand yuan now. After the Spring Festival Gala, his signature price may exceed ten thousand yuan!"
"fast……"
Although the way of calling is different, the way of speaking is different.
But the content inside is the same.
Anyway, you have to sign, the more the better, these are all money!
The wages of avarice is death……
This is the constant truth!
then……
Relatives and friends are suddenly excited!
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Lu Yuan did not sleep after returning to the house.
He turned on the computer and typed in the words "How much is Lu Yuan's signature?"
After seeing someone on the Internet offering a price of 10,000 yuan, Lu Yuan's mood instantly became surging!
seem……
A brand new door opened to him.
Then he shook his head.
Am I the kind of greedy person?
I'm not!
Moreover, I am not short of money now!
What is it like to sell yourself!
He criticized himself for a long time.