Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 297
When Hong Tao announced the ranking, the attention of the singers in the audience was not on him, but on Fang Jing's face.

This young man in his twenties is a bit ruthless!
Produced by Fang Jing, it must be a high-quality product. At first, I thought it was a joke made by netizens, which was somewhat exaggerated. Now it seems that it is not only an exaggeration, but also an underestimation.

This guy is not human!

Looking at the whole country, there is probably only one person who can write so many classic songs, right?
"Fang Jing, no matter what you say this time, you can't run anymore, you can only leave after eating!!"

"Yes yes yes! I haven't thanked you enough for helping me write the song!"

"Last time you left in a hurry, this time you must punish yourself with three cups!!"

"Let's join together, Su Yunying is also following, don't be polite, and look forward to Wenjie's return in the next episode."

I don't know who proposed to go to the party for dinner. Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Fang Jing couldn't refuse.

Although he knew that trouble was coming, someone would definitely ask him to sing in a while.

You can tell by looking at the eyes of these big sisters, they are all hungry and thirsty, as if they want to eat people.

When he arrived at the hotel, Fang Jing drank three glasses of white wine without saying a word, and drank half a catty before the food was served. Li Keqin's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't stop him.

Don't drink to death, otherwise no one at this table will be able to escape.

After 10 minutes, Li Keqin's mouth twitched when he saw Fang Jing who was sleeping soundly on the table. !

But it was ruthless enough, one person drank more than a catty of liquor, and casually brought Zhang Jie and Lin Zhixuan down.

The few girls who hadn't asked for a song looked at each other in blank dismay, how the hell would they talk?I can't even wake up!
Unless he takes this opportunity to dive in the hotel and take a few fruit photos, Fang Jing won't be able to write ten poems or eight poems tomorrow?

"Teachers, I'm sorry, I'll take Fang Jing back to the hotel first, excuse me." Wu Jiajia told Li Keqin and the others, and helped the drunk Fang Jing to go out.

"Be careful, do you want me to ask the driver to take you?"

"No, thank you! We have a driver at the door!!"

Supporting Fang Jing, Wu Jiajia held her breath and frowned, smelling the alcohol smell on his body.

Li Keqin couldn't bear to look directly at him, he was really afraid that Fang Jing would vomit on the little girl, "Why don't you let my driver deliver it? You can't take care of it by yourself."

"It's fine, I'm used to it!!"

Supporting Fang Jing with difficulty, Wu Jiajia took Fang Jing out the door, and after turning a few corners, he was sure that no one was there, so he paused.

"Boss, shouldn't you move your head, I'll sue you for molestation!!"

After a while, the drunken Fang Jing stood up straight, moved his head away from Wu Jiajia's chest, and coughed a few times in embarrassment, "I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry."

In fact, he really didn't take advantage of it. He was originally leaning on Wu Jiajia's shoulder, but she was weak and almost couldn't hold him up before she went out, so she slid him down.

"Let's go, don't let anyone see you for a while!!"

Wu Jiajia knew about Fang Jing's drinking capacity, it was astonishingly large, and generally he would not get drunk.

Even if there is such a party, let her go first, and not bring her here, as long as she is brought, the scene just now will be staged.

It's been a dozen times, and I'm already familiar with the road.

Going down to the first floor, went to the bathroom to wash his face, Fang Jing took off his alcohol-stained coat after getting in the car.

"Finally escaped a catastrophe!"

"Boss, this is not the way to do it. There are still a few episodes." Wu Jiajia said with a smile, "You can hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. Unless they give up, sooner or later, a lot of people will come to the door."

"Why don't you change the rules, 200 million is only for singing rights, and it is stipulated that you can only write two or three songs a year."

Fang Jing's eyes lit up, Fang Jing regained his energy, touched his chin and said in a deep voice: "This is a solution, but it seems too philistine, and some people are not easy to refuse, and sooner or later they will relapse."

"After you go back, you tell Sister Ning that I won't sell songs to anyone who buys them in the future, no matter how much they cost, unless you meet the right person to write them."

"Is the song picking someone?" Wu Jiajia was a little worried, "Will it appear too airy?"

It's not that no lyricist has ever done this kind of thing with songs, but it depends on who it is, they are all veterans who have been famous for a long time, and they don't give face when they are in a bad mood.

If you don't write, don't write!

But there are not many lyricists who dare to do this in the music industry. Basically, they are all the few old men in Xiangjiang. They have not written for many years. Over time, no one asked them to write.

Like someone who has been here, Fang Jing said in an old-fashioned way: "Don't care what others say, life is alive, life is worry-free, and when you are not short of money, you should do something you like."

At the beginning, for 2000 yuan, Fang Jingneng kept a low voice and cooperated with the filming of Metamorphosis like an idiot.

When running the announcement, the coal boss laughed and scolded him, saying that he was an actor, and he was forced to drink a few catties of wine in embarrassment.

At that time, I had no choice but to earn that money, so I had no choice.

This world is unreasonable. Poor people have no dignity. If you want to ask for money, you can only endure it. As long as you want to get money, you have to endure it even if people call you a dog.

Now, I have more or less the initiative, and I am not so passive, so why bother to wrong myself.

"Yeah!" Wu Jiajia nodded, "Boss, you have so much money, you can't spend it in a few lifetimes. In fact, it's okay even if you don't sing. At worst, go to filming."

"If I had as much money as you, I could write to whomever I want, so I don't have to pretend to be drunk, and I can do whatever I want."

Fang Jing laughed, "This idea is not acceptable."

Desire is like the sea, the more you drink, the thirstier you become, Fang Jingshen has a feeling along the way, and sometimes almost falls into this drunken entertainment circle.

Yan is fat and thin, and there are a lot of goddesses who are usually unattainable. A drama can receive tens of millions, and countless people hug her. There can be more than a dozen staff members around her to serve her.

Like a king, in his own world, he can do whatever he wants, and no one will object to what he says.

"Everyone has a devil in his heart. Letting it go will only destroy him. Anything that needs to be restrained will do."

"Boss, I feel that you have a lot of truths, and you don't look like you graduated from junior high school."

"What's the matter, I've experienced a lot, and I've seen a lot, so I naturally understand."

"Oh!" Wu Jiajia sighed, "If only everyone in the entertainment industry was as you think, there wouldn't be so many people losing themselves, and there wouldn't be so many dirty things."

The time with Fang Jing was not short, and Wu Jiajia also saw some aspects that ordinary audiences can't see.

This circle is very complicated, sometimes for a seat, a stand, celebrities will play tricks.

Some even exchanged their bodies for a few shots for a play.

Ten years ago, an actress revealed that all of her roles were exchanged for one-night stands with directors. There were more than 30 directors in dozens of plays, and all of them were pointed out by name.

Some are still first-line big-name directors, the kind that are well-known to everyone.

(End of this chapter)