"Then you better not be impulsive. Zheng Zhefan smiled and gave her a shrimp dumpling to block her mouth.

"What, don't you want me to go with you?" Ai Mei'er ate the shrimp dumplings, and then looked at Zheng Zhefan faintly and asked.

"No, it's not the right time. Zheng Zhefan said with a smile.

"I see. Emger nodded.

"I will go to China as soon as possible to invest in a company, perhaps, I will invest in a few companies in China, and make my career in China bigger, Zheng, you will soon see me again." Ai Meier said.

In the blink of an eye, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

It was time for Zheng Zhefan and Isabella to leave for China.

Gagosian personally drove them to the airport.

Ai Meier also took her bodyguards and servants to form a huge send-off convoy.

When Zheng Zhefan entered the concourse of JFK International Airport again, he hugged each other, and the goal was very significant.

Many people recognized him.

He is like a popular star.

"Zheng, hello!"

"Zheng, I like your paintings very much! each of your paintings shines with the light of genius!"

"Zheng, sign me!"

"I want to take a picture with you, please agree to my request. ”

Many people gathered around, and they greeted him warmly, praised him without hesitation, and made all kinds of demands.

Zheng Zhefan met the requirements of several people.

"Zheng, time is running out, you need to check in and clear customs as soon as possible. Gagosian said.

Zheng Zhefan went to check in under the escort of several of Ai Meier's bodyguards, and then entered the waiting hall, which was much quieter.

However, soon, someone in the waiting hall also recognized Zheng Zhefan.

So, there were a lot of people around him again.

On this flight, there were many Chinese, and everyone gathered around Zheng Zhefan and kept talking.

"Zheng Zhefan, this time you came to the United States, you have won glory for our country. ”

"I sold $1.7 billion at an art exhibition, a record that I don't think anyone will be able to break in the future. From this point of view, Zheng has been recognized by the market as the best painter in the world!"

"Zheng Zhefan, I don't know if you have looked at the domestic media in the past few days, it is really reports about you that are full of articles. In particular, the fact that he received $1.7 billion from selling paintings has become a household name. ”

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Board in half an hour.

A little after 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Zhefan's plane took off smoothly.

When he got on the plane, Zheng Zhefan was truly pure.

He closed his eyes and rested.

Isabella was really sleepy, leaning on him and falling into a deep sleep.

More than ten hours later, the plane finally landed at Beijing International Airport.

Zheng Zhefan and Isabella got off the plane, and when they came out of the pick-up gate, he saw a large number of reporters waiting at the pick-up gate, and many fans put up banners to greet him.

"Bang Bang!"

As soon as he approached, there was the sound of a flashing shutter clicking.

Cheers erupted.

"Zheng Zhefan, what a good one! You have given our big China a long face!"

"Majestic! domineering! I'll obey you! I can beat Kobe Bryant to a losing temper!"

"Zheng Zhefan, come on!"

"Zheng Zhefan, you are the pride of our Chinese! Wherever you go, you are a man who stands up to the sky!"

Quite a few shouted.

The voice was hoarse.

Zheng Zhefan smiled and nodded, waving to these people.

And those reporters had already gathered around him and handed the microphone to his mouth one after another.

Dominant, it was a reporter from CCTV. The reporter wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and appeared polite and personable.

"I'm CCTV reporter Liu Rui, Zheng Zhefan, can I interview you?" asked Liu Rui with a smile.

"You've surrounded me here, and I can't leave today if I don't seem to be interviewed. Zheng Zhefan shook his head helplessly.

"Boom!"

There was a burst of laughter.

"Zheng Zhefan, do you know that you have set a lot of records in the field of painting art?" asked Liu Rui with a smile.

"I didn't think about that. Zheng Zhefan said.

"You are now the painter whose works sell the highest price, and even the works of those who have passed away are not as expensive as your works! You have earned more than $1.7 billion in sales of paintings at an art exhibition, which is also a world record! Moreover, you are also the earliest Chinese painter to become famous, and you are only 21 years old now, and you have already reached the pinnacle of art! In addition, you are also the most popular Chinese painter in the Western world! You have popularized the artistic charm of Chinese painting to the whole world, setting off a whirlwind in China! Zheng Zhefan, you are a well-deserved pride of Chinese art!" CCTV reporter Liu Rui said excitedly.

"All I can say is that I was so lucky. Zheng Zhefan smiled.

"No! Zheng Zhefan, a person can't go far just by relying on luck, your talent has been recognized all over the world! Tell me, what are your plans next?" Liu Rui asked with a smile.

"There are a lot of plans, but if you want to realize it, you still have to do it one by one, after all, you have to dream one by one, right?" Zheng Zhefan said.

"There is another question here, I heard that your online book "The History of a Mortal's Heavenly Court Struggle" is about to sell the film and television rights, and the price will exceed 10 million, is it true?" Liu Rui asked another question.

Zheng Zhefan blinked.

He hadn't really heard of it.

It's been almost two months since the book was completed.

Lao K, the editor-in-chief of Qidian Chinese Network, has also urged Zheng Zhefan several times, hoping that he can open a new book as soon as possible and continue his hot popularity.

"Well, I really don't know, the website hasn't mentioned it to me yet. Zheng Zhefan said.

After a short interview, Zheng Zhefan was able to come out of the airport hall.

He returned to Yuzhou from the capital, and as soon as he came back, he hurriedly went to reissue a calling card. Then he distributed the gifts he had brought from the United States.

That night, Zheng Zhefan went home to live.

After dinner and talking to his parents for a while, Zheng Zhefan went back to his room.

He turned on his computer and logged in to his QQ.

Speaking of which, he hasn't logged in to QQ for several days.

As soon as he came up, he received a lot of messages.

Most of them were congratulations from his friends.

As soon as he replied, he saw the information of Lao K, the editor-in-chief of Qidian Chinese Network.

Lao K: "Zhefan, good news, there is a film and television company that wants to buy the film and television copyright of your "The History of a Mortal's Heavenly Court Struggle", and the bid has reached 10 million yuan, and the price is still quite high. ”

Old K: "Zhefan, congratulations! It's amazing! A painting sells for 300 million dollars, or US dollars, which makes me so envious that I vomit blood! An art exhibition sells for 1.7 billion US dollars, and you have surpassed all the stars and big-name artists! Now, the company that wants to buy the copyright of your book is even more eager, they want to sign an agreement as soon as possible, they say, you can raise the price moderately, such as another 5 million, do you think it's okay? ”