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Chapter 454 Donation link, group toilet
Standing at the back, Wang Xiaomin's face turned red, but most of the stars on the stage did not meet each other, and no one helped her. She was pushed from left to right, and then from front to back. She doubted whether the camera could see that she was turning back. thing.

I wouldn't have come if I knew it earlier. Isn't it good to watch TV at home alone?

After taking the photo, he left the stage sullenly, followed Yang Chaoyue's example, drank a few drinks, and ate honestly.

"Sister Xiaomin, you seem a little unhappy?"

"No, I'm very happy and my appetite is fine."

Fang Jing smiled and asked, "How do you feel up there?"

"It's okay, that's actually the case." Wang Xiaomin continued: "If a person is popular, he will be the focus of attention everywhere. If he is not popular, he will not be able to see the camera in the back row."

"That's right." Yang Chaoyue pointed to a stack of business cards on the table and said, "Just now after you left, many people came to say hello to the boss. Look, there are so many business cards."

Most of the people looking for Fang Jing are actors and singers, just to form a good relationship, and they are familiar, maybe Fang Jing sees them suitable, and finds them in the next play or writes a song as a gift.

"Aren't you hot?" Fang Jing rolled his eyes, took off his suit jacket, and only wore a white shirt.

On the stage, Guo Degang took over Hua Shao's position and presided over the next part of the work. Although he was far away, Fang Jing could clearly see that his head was covered with sweat, and he kept wiping it with his hands.

"It's hot, so we came in skirts, I wish I could finish it and go back to rest right now."

This time it was just to play with the numbers, Yang Chaoyue was not very concerned, and she cared too much about whether it could be exposed or not. As for the donation, she would rather donate to the Fangjing Foundation.

"I invite Director Feng to come on stage. This time I'm going to shoot a painting. Oh, it's cold and snowy. I feel much cooler after seeing it."

For Feng Xiaogang's charity auction of his own paintings this time, the proceeds from the auction are naturally all donations.

"Since it's a charity gala, let's be lucky and start with [-], shall we?"

Afraid of being slapped in the face, Feng Xiaogang did not quote a high price. If no one bought it for a while, he would be humiliated. [-] is not much, which can be said to be very low, and everyone present can afford it.

Appearing to be humble, also gave others a price increase.

"20!" Seeing someone raising a placard, Guo Degang shouted with a microphone.

Feng Xiaogang also turned his head to look, wanting to see who was so kind to save face, um, it looks a little familiar, it seems to be an actor, you can consider it for the next play.

"40 million!"

"60 million!"

"80 million!"

The price for raising a card is 20. There are so many artists on the scene, and there are many people who want to flatter them. After a while, it reaches 200 million. Halfway through, Shen Hao raised his card twice and smiled at Feng Xiaogang.

It’s enough for people to remember, but if he continues to shoot, he will be out of his mind. It’s a few million. It’s not good to buy something. Who can buy a painting and hang it at home?
"Wow! Is this painting so good?" Yang Chaoyue opened her mouth in shock when she heard the 300 million offer.

Although she is not well-educated, she still knows some basic common sense. Generally, the living masters only pay this price, but is Feng Xiaogang a master?Obviously not, it's just for fun.

Yang Zi said softly: "It doesn't matter whether the painting is good or not, it mainly depends on who the artist is."

Every time an offer was made, Guo Degang would cooperate and call out the name of the bidder. In order to show his face in front of Feng Xiaogang, some actors adjusted the price to death.

If it can catch Feng Xiaogang's eyes, it is not a bad loss to buy a painting for 500 million.

Therefore, what everyone buys is not paintings, but human feelings and business.

A few minutes later, the painting was snapped up by a second-tier actor at a price of 500 million. He took the painting on stage, took a group photo, and it was done.

Su Mang successfully raised 500 million. I am happy. Feng Xiaogang sold a painting for a sky-high price. It will be a good story in the future. The buyer also took this opportunity to know Feng Xiaogang, hello, hello, hello everyone.

"The next step is to donate for love. A few signs will be distributed on each table. If you want to donate as many ambulances as you want, you can donate as many as you want. One car is 70 yuan, and a fleet of ten vehicles is [-] yuan. Donate four teams."

As soon as Guo Degang finished speaking, Su Mang took the microphone and walked onto the stage, and said with a smile: "We will read the name of the donor in a while, please take a photo on stage if you read it."

Every year, there are a lot of people in Charity Bazaar who eat and drink for free, and they don’t take a dime out of their shopping. Anyway, they don’t announce their names afterwards. No one knows who they are, but Su Mang knows!

90.00% of the artists are here to hit the red carpet and broaden their social circle, and only a few donate money.

In order to avoid this situation, this year she adopted the method of counting votes, and for every old lady who donated, one will be invited to the stage to see how embarrassed you are below.

What I was most afraid of was the sudden silence in the air. As soon as Su Mang finished speaking, many people went to the exit to "go to the bathroom." Seven to eight hundred people walked away in just a few minutes, and the naked eye could see that most of them were empty.

Fang Jing sat on the seat and played with his mobile phone without looking up. Shen Hao was about to retreat, but seeing that Fang Jing didn't move, he didn't move. Yang Zi and the others sat like needle cushions.

It's okay to donate money, but I don't know how much to donate. They can't compare with Fang Jing, and they don't have billions of dollars.

If Fang Jing ordered them to donate 500 million, there would be no reason to justify it.

"Ahem! Brother Fang, stop playing with your phone, it's time to donate!"

Fang Jing is playing King of Glory, not to mention, the WF is really easy to use, there is no card at all, and the batch is smooth.

He raised his head when he heard Shen Hao's words, "Hey, why are there so many people empty?"

"I went to the toilet, shall we go?"

When it comes to the word toilet, Shen Hao bites hard. As long as Fang wins his head, he will immediately put oil on the soles of his feet, and he can save millions by urinating, which is not a loss.

"If you want to go, ask me why?"

Picking up the sign on the table, Fang Jing looked at the rules above and smiled at the corner of his mouth, no wonder so many people went to the toilet, Su Mang really did it this time.

Yang Chaoyue, Wang Xiaomin and the others were all waiting for him to fill in the numbers, and they all looked at him without moving.

"Look at what I'm doing. I'm just making soy sauce this time. You can donate whatever you want. Do what you can. When I first came here, I only donated 30 yuan."

It’s all here, it’s unreasonable not to donate a penny, this is a charity party, you don’t have to come if you don’t donate, but it’s a bit too much to come here without a dime.

In order not to speak up, Fang Jing also asked several people to donate some money.

"Mr. Xu has three cars. Where is Mr. Xu? Come up and take a photo."

"Yang Yang has a convoy, and Zhen Shikai has five."

"That's a convoy!"

"Zhang Yixing has a team!"

"Wu You has six cars, who is Wu You?" Holding the sign, Lao Guo was stunned, is there such a person in the entertainment industry?

Next to him, the staff reminded in a low voice, "Wu You is Wu Jing's child."

Due to work reasons, Wu Jing did not come to the scene, but he donated six ambulances in the name of his children, which were filled in early.

Signs were handed over to the stage, and the names were read out one by one. In a few minutes, there were crowds of people standing in the backstage... There were about fifty people, more than ten of them were entrepreneurs, and more than 30 celebrities.

Compared with the scene of shouting millions to auction a painting before, it seems particularly ironic now.

(End of this chapter)