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Chapter 92: Closing

Off the stage, Yang Ning's mobile phone kept buzzing, all of whom were looking for commercial performances and endorsement advertisements. In just a few minutes, she answered no less than six calls.

In the end, there was no way, so I could only switch to vibration mode and prepare to fight back one by one tomorrow.

In the background, Shen Hao was playing with his mobile phone, and saw news about Fang Jing. After checking it again, it was true that the thirteenth hot search was just a small one.

The first few are news that King Liu Tian was on Xiangnan Satellite TV. After checking the number of online voters, 1.32 million, leading Wu Fan by 100,000, and only 60,000 from Han Hong, the number one.

Fortunately, there are not so many votes now, and they have begun to slowly drop.

Even so, he did not dare to underestimate this young boy who debuted at the same time. How long has it been? So many second-tier stars were crushed by him.

If he had given him another two or three years of effort, he would probably be able to go alongside the company's top leader Li Yifeng.

After tonight, the company can clearly see his potential. Unless he is stupid, it is impossible not to support him.

"I have gone through turbulent days and pursued my dreams."

"Through so many life and death, but pretending to be nothing."

"Walking through half a city, I just want to see you look "

"The most important thing at this moment"

"It's yours, the smallest thing"

...

On the stage, Huang Xiaoming and his wife were singing together. Fang Jing was the first to be the jade, so everyone was not very enthusiastic about them.

Fortunately, Master Huang is quite popular, and some movie fans are waving and shouting with glow sticks.

Fang Jing moved a plastic chair and ran to Yang Ning and sat next to him. This was the front row and could see clearly.

Feeling a black shadow sitting next to him, Yang Ning turned her head and looked helplessly, "What are you doing here? If you don't have a good rest, you will have to count down the New Year's Eve later."

"What's the hurry? Teacher Han Hong didn't even move. It's rare to come here. How can I not have a good time if I don't have a good time?"

I don’t know where to pick up a glow stick, Fang Jing waved it like others, and shouted loudly from his mouth.

This look is not as mature as the stage just now, which attracts people around you to look at each other...

Yang Ning was embarrassed, snatched the glow stick and said to the people around her with a smile: "This kid is a little excited, don't be surprised."

With a stick on Fang Jing's head, Yang Ning whispered: "The company is next to it, Mr. Yang, don't you recognize him? The one on your right is the retired leader of Magic City Satellite TV."

"There is also the one who wears a hat, the company's contracted director. There are so many big names here, so I'll be embarrassed to throw you out."

Fang Jing Dahan, sorry to smile at the few people. He thought these were ordinary people just now.

After Yang Ning said this, he looked up and saw that most of the people close to the stage were company leaders, and he didn't pay attention to it before.

Feeling dozens of eyes staring at him, Fang Jing was uncomfortable all over and was about to leave as he stepped forward. Yang Ning grabbed him.

"Come back! Don't run around, sit obediently, and you're going up later."

What's the point of sitting in a bunch of old men? Fang Jing complained and rubbed his hair that was a bit too long with his hands.

"shoot!"

Yang Ning slapped his hand off and bit his teeth and said, "So many people! Pay attention to the image."

“Yes, yes!”

He raised his chest and looked forward, and Fang Jing almost carried his hands on his back. Finally, he waited for Xiao Ming and his wife to finish singing, and ran back to the backstage.

Liu Wei was putting on makeup, Fang Jing patted her on the shoulder and smiled, "Sister Wei, is it the king? I just learned a trick, Daji is gone."

In the small mirror, Liu Wei looked at the lipstick line that slid to his chin, turned around and smiled slightly.

Fang Jing took a breath of cold air and said sorry for a long time.

Liu Wei was not in a high mood and sat on the stool without saying a word. Fang Jing comforted him for a long time and only got the word "get out".

"Don't be angry, blame me for being bad, I'll tell you a joke."

Fang Jing sat next to Liu Wei and chuckled, "Once my sister saw a small story in the newspaper, saying that a woman's most beautiful smile is to reveal eight teeth."

"She practiced in front of the mirror for a long time, and finally laughed when she saw someone. I asked you why your mouth was so round. She said she wanted four teeth to be exposed?"

"Puff! Hahaha!" Liu Wei couldn't help laughing, and after a while, he said, "Is there anyone who said bad things about his sister behind your back?"

"Isn't this the right thing? I smiled like a ten-year-old."

"Oh... Fang Jing, that, can you sell me a song?" Liu Wei stammered and said this. God knows how courage it took her to say it.

Huang Jinyuan didn't give her a good look, and she really had no choice. There were a lot of wasted manuscripts in the room, but none of them were satisfied with.

Yesterday, I asked Shen Hao quietly how he got Fang Jingge. He was surprised when he heard it.

She sold her 100,000 yuan before she became popular. Now her net worth would probably have increased several times. If she hadn't taken on a few small commercial performances, she wouldn't have dared to mention this matter.

“What type do you want?”

Fang Jing took two cups of steaming water from the water dispenser, handed one to Liu Wei, and drank the other one by himself.

He left the saying that he should not drink water outside randomly.

"How much is the charge?" Liu Wei asked carefully, holding the water.

"Forget it, I'll give you a price!" Fang Jing calculated with her fingers, four, five, six...

Liu Wei became more and more shocked when he heard this. 400,000, 500,000, and 600,000, wasn't enough to sell himself.

After a while, Fang Jing compared an eighth gesture and said seriously: "At least eight hot pot dishes, otherwise I will lose."

"ah!"

"You don't want money?"

"Tsk! Do you think I'm a shortage of money now?" Fang Jing waved his hand, looking light and elegant, and looking like a foreigner.

"Didi!" The text message in my pocket sounded, and Xu Shi sent it.

"I don't have enough money, so I've spent more than one million yuan, and I've bought less than one-third of it, so I can buy another seven or eight million."

"Brush!" Fang Jing slid his hand, but he almost fell to the ground without holding the phone. He felt like he was being scraped hard by a blade, and then he brushed it with his shoes again.

It costs seven or eight million, it's a life!! It's not worth so much money if you sell yourself.

"I'll continue to talk about the copyright acquisition. I'll find a way to deal with the money and I'll answer you in a few days."

After replying, Fang Zhenshen took a breath and put his phone in his pocket.

Money has to be earned, and copyright has to be collected, otherwise the daylily will be cold if it is dragged on.

Now he invests seven or eight million yuan, and he believes that it will definitely be more than ten or twenty times the gains in two or three years.

"Leave the hot pot to me, please give me the song, I want an ancient style song."

"It's easy to say." Fang Jing laughed even worse than crying.

...

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!”

"Boom!"

At about twelve o'clock, at the countdown of the stars, a bunch of fireworks rushed towards the sky, colorful, like meteors in the sky, illuminating the night in the sports center.

After saying hello to Han Hong and the others, Fang Jing left the employee channel, went back to have a sleep in 2015, and welcomed him the next day with a wonderful start.
Chapter completed!
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