Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 289

As Hong Tao slowly announced the ranking, every time he spoke, people's hearts sank.

No.4 Xu Jiaying, No.5 Zhang Jie, sixth Lin Zhixuan, seventh Shang Wenjie, and eighth Korean singer Kim Zicheng were eliminated.

It's also unlucky for Kim Zi-sung, how many audiences can understand if he sings well in Korean?To get the least number of votes is also expected.

Although Korean groups are very popular these days, they also have a different audience, and young girls born after [-] like it.

But only a small part of the [-] audience members were born in the [-]s, and most of them were born in the [-]s and [-]s. It was difficult for this group of people to accept the colorful hair, singing and dancing.

In contrast, the slightly quieter Li Keqin Fangjing is better.

"Goodbye everyone, see you next week!"

Busy rushing back to the magic capital, Fang Jing waved goodbye to everyone after announcing the ranking, which he had agreed with Liang Qiaobai before.

The singer show is recorded once a week, so he doesn't have to stay all the time, just come to the second show next week.

"Director Hong, I'm sorry, I have something to do, we'll get together next time." Seeing Fang Jing leaving, Li Keqin bluffed and chased after him.

The others were also hesitant to speak, wanting to follow but not daring.

Li Keqin's heart is well known to all passers-by. Before that, he murmured that he wanted to cooperate with Fang Jing, but now it was probably an invitation to sing.

Produced by Fang Jing, it must be a high-quality product, and they also want Fang Jing to help write a song, but they are not very willing when the other party seems to avoid it intentionally.

"Wait!" Panting after Shang Jing, Li Keqin said, "Where are you going, I'll see you off."

"Ms. Li, why are you here? I'm going to the airport, so I shouldn't be on my way."

"Sure, why not, I have to go back to the hotel, which happens to be at the airport, please wait, I will ask the driver to bring the car."

Li Keqin turned to the driver of Shonan Satellite TV and said, "You don't have to be busy, go back and rest, I'll take Fang Jing there."

Looking at Fang Jing, the driver nodded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, Mr. Fang, go slowly."

Within 2 minutes, Li Keqin's driver drove over, a black BMW.

"Fang Jing, what have you been doing recently? I heard that you haven't written a song for a long time."

"It's really a bit busy to shoot TV dramas."

In the car, the two chatted with each other one sentence at a time, and when they arrived at the airport half an hour later, Li Keqin continued: "Fang Jing, we hit it off right away, and I like you very much."

"Sooner or later, you will definitely surpass us old guys. Don't look at me being famous all these years, but how many people know me outside China?"

"Liu Dehua and the others are also in Asia, how many people know them outside of Asia?"

"You are still young, and the right time and place are not bad. If you seize the opportunity, you may be able to stand higher and farther."

"Ms. Li, you think highly of me." Fang Jing smiled wryly, "You may not believe me when I say it, but the first time I made my debut and appeared on camera was for 2000 yuan, and I didn't even want to go far."

"It's normal. When everyone debuted, it was all for jobs. Talking about art is nonsense." Li Keqin said seriously.

"But people have no aspirations, and when you have security in food, clothing, housing and transportation, you should find something meaningful to yourself to do. It is best to take root in the circle and field you are familiar with."

"I think you have a good musical talent, and you are not short of money now. Have you never thought about sinking your heart and continuing to make music?"

Li Keqin had checked Fang Jing's information before, and found that this young man wanted to do everything, he was a writer, a singer, an actor, a boss and an investor.

He did everything that made people vomit blood.

If Fang Jing had put his mind on music, his current achievements would definitely be no worse than him.

"For the time being, I don't want to pursue music as a lifelong pursuit." Fang Jing scratched his head, "I'm still young, and I want to try other jobs."

Li Keqin was heartbroken, it was a pity that such a good musical talent was ruined by Fang Jing.

It really stinks of wine and meat!
Some people can't even ask for something, but Fang Jing doesn't take it seriously at all.

"You should have your own goals and plans for the future, and take part in more music evenings and variety shows when you have nothing to do. The focus of my work in the past two years has been on the mainland. I will show you around when I have time."

"Isn't that bad?" Fang Jing was caught off guard by the sudden notice.

"Who told us to hit it off, you just have to write a song for me if you have a conscience. I know your market, and I will make a song for 150 million."

"What?"

Fang Jing was dumbfounded. Someone really offered more than 100 million yuan to buy a song. At first, he asked Yang Ning to raise the price to more than one million yuan. The main purpose was to block most people who invited the song.

More than 100 million a song, which is already a sky-high price, no different from robbing a bank, only a fool would buy it, but I didn't expect the big names in the music industry to open their mouths.

Is Li Keqin short of money?Even if there is a shortage of more than 100 million.

But buying a song of unknown quality is a bit willful.

"Why, can't it work?" Li Keqin was puzzled, "I heard from your agent about the price, and you can write it down when she says 150 million."

Li Keqin did call Yang Ning yesterday, but he didn't say his real name, he just asked casually. Yang Ning also knew that Fang Jing didn't want to be troublesome, so he deliberately quoted a high price.

"Mr. Li, I'm not here to make money. Many people ask me to write songs, and they deliberately raise the price for fear of trouble, just to keep it quiet."

"But since you've opened your mouth, I'll accept this matter. What type do you want?"

Whoa!With such a loud tone, Li Keqin was shocked by Fang Jing, and opened his mouth to ask what type he wanted, which meant that he could write any type.

I haven't been here for many years, how awesome are all the young singers in the Mainland?

"Let's write an inspirational and cheerful song. It's annoying to sing too many love songs over the years."

"Okay, Cantonese or Chinese?"

"Can you still write Cantonese?" Li Keqin's eyes widened, completely startled.

"A little bit, a little bit."

"Okay, then write in Cantonese. My Chinese is a little bad, but I promised in advance that if the quality is not good, I will return the product."

"That won't work!" Fang Jing shook his head, "There will be no refund for the goods when they go out, and once the goods leave the cabinet, you will be responsible for the consequences."

What kind of gangster logic is this, and this statement?Li Keqin was stunned, wait, why did it sound so familiar, and it took a few seconds for him to realize, isn't this a bank slogan?

"All right, all right, I won't retreat, you write."

"Oh! I will bring you the second show of the singer next week."

Seeing the airport, Fang Jing and Wu Jiajia got off the car, waved their hands and left without looking back.

During the conversation between Li Keqin and Fang Jing, Wu Jiajia didn't interrupt, but looked at Fang Jing more and more adoringly.

A song worth a million dollars is considered the most expensive in history, and even the king of the music industry came to buy it on purpose. Fang Jing is also extremely powerful. I don't know if there is anything he can't do.

In the airport waiting room, Fang Jing called Yang Ning, told her what happened just now, and told her to pay attention to the payment, and also increased the price of the song to 200 million, which is the price for anyone who asks.

A million is a lot for ordinary people, but it is a drop in the bucket for people in the entertainment industry, and there are countless people who can afford it.

Once Li Keqin's songs come out, there must be many people in the circle looking for him to write them. One million is a bit inappropriate. It is estimated that the threshold will be broken, and there will be no leisure time in the future.

(End of this chapter)