Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 89
"what!"

Fang Jing didn't wake up until nine o'clock. Since he stepped into the entertainment industry, his work and rest schedules have been messed up. He used to get up very early.

Now sleeping in the middle of the night and sleeping five or six hours a day has become the norm.

I scratched my broken hair vigorously, squinted my eyes and washed my face, squeezed toothpaste, brushed for 2 minutes and rinsed my mouth, the toothbrush tapped on the cup.

Today, he and Yang Ning asked for leave. They don't have to go to the company in the morning, so they can have fun with Chen Jinpeng and his two siblings.

The three of them made an appointment to have breakfast at a restaurant first. When he arrived, Chen Jinpeng had already finished eating, and Chen Lan was left to chew slowly while swiping his phone.

"Waiter, a glass of milk and a sandwich, thank you!"

"I said two...Jinpeng, you are drifting away. I can't eat breakfast. I have to make an appointment here. The soy milk and fried dough sticks outside are only a few dollars."

Fang Jing originally wanted to call Ergou, but before he could say anything, Chen Lan raised his head and gave him a sideways glance, and forcibly held back.

"I'll go! Fang Jing, you're a celebrity now, and you're still picky as always. In the past, you just ate and drank mine. It was understandable when you didn't have money back then. Shouldn't you be enjoying yourself now?"

"Enjoy the fart, you won't believe it if you tell me. During this time, I ate in the company's free cafeteria every day."

Fang Jing is now clinkingly poor, and his monthly salary is tens of thousands, and Xu Shi's salary is several million.

Although he has been in Shanghai for so long, he has never really enjoyed anything other than work, as if a day is nothing but work.

"No way?" Chen Jinpeng opened his mouth wide, "You shouldn't be short of money now? Every day you get a set of big swords."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Fang Jing's milk was almost choked out, how could this kid tell the truth, although this was his goal in the past, but now he is a public figure anyway, how can he be so vulgar?

"Snapped!"

Chen Lan slapped Chen Jinpeng on the head, twisted his ears, and said angrily, "What's on your mind all day?"

"Can't you have some pursuit in your head? Learn from Fang Jing."

"Sister Lan is right. When you see a virtuous person, you think about it. Xiao Jinzi, you can't have such an idea? It will hurt you forever."

Chen Jinpeng looked at Fang Jing aggrievedly, didn't you bring me on the road back then?I know the most about your website.

"Let's not talk about this, does Sister Lan have any plans? Today I will play with you all morning, and I will take a vacation by the way."

"Speak, listen to you?"

"How about we go to the Pearl Tower?" Fang Jing tried to ask.

"I went there last night!"

"Jinmao Building?"

"I've been there too!"

"zoo?"

"Where do you go in winter?"

Fang Jing covered his head, "Why have you been everywhere?"

"These are very common, okay? My sister took me there as soon as I came here." Chen Jinpeng said incredulously, "You haven't been there before, have you?"

"En!" Fang nodded.

He has never been there before. He is so busy with work every day, even if he rarely has a rest, he will only sleep at home, so he has no energy to run around.

"Then what do you do every day?"

"Running commercial shows to make money! Running all over the country."

"How much is a game?"

"There are more than 20 to [-], and there are also [-] to [-]."

What Fang Jing was talking about was the price in the past, and now his popularity must be more than that, at least the wedding host, the children and grandchildren's full moon list is not to be looked down upon.

"Hiss!" Chen Jinpeng was shocked, "No wonder, I would rather run around every day."

"How can it be so easy to make money?" Chen Lan gave Chen Jinpeng a white look, "You haven't been out of society yet, so you don't know the pain in your heart. Wealth in front of others, suffering in later generations."

"Not everyone can make money in their business. There are several people who are depressed a year. Let's not talk about this, let's go to Jingnan Pedestrian Street!"

……

"Ergou, what is your sister doing now? Such a bold move?"

Half an hour later, Fang Jing watched Chen Lan buy, buy, buy, and swipe his card seven or eight times without batting an eyelid, which made his heart ache.

Jingnan Pedestrian Street, the earliest and most prosperous commercial street in Shanghai, sells all kinds of luxury brands, and it costs seven or eight thousand at every turn.

Glancing left and right, Chen Jinpeng said in a low voice, "Learning to draw."

"Is your sister Picasso reincarnated? Painting makes money so much?"

"Painting doesn't make money, but my house was demolished! Do you remember the place you came to two years ago? It was demolished."

"How much to dismantle?"

Chen Jinpeng held out five fingers without saying a word.

People sit at home and come from heaven.

"Hiss!" Fang Jing had a toothache, and he was a little sore. He had worked so hard to earn a little hard money, but he won't have to do anything to make millions.

This man, sometimes he can't even believe in fate!
"Fang Jing, don't stand there, hold some for me."

The two of them were carrying big bags and small bags like a follower, and Fang Jing found that the salesperson in the clothing store looked at him in the wrong way, it was a kind of regretful and depraved look.

After walking around for a whole morning, Fang Jing's feet were sore, but Chen Lan was still in high spirits. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and sent them to the plane listlessly.

When she came to work in the company in the afternoon, Yang Ning felt a little distressed seeing him like this, "You are playing crazy, young people have good energy."

"But it's good, I've received a few new orders, please take a look."

Looking at the thick stack of contracts, Fang Jing clicked his tongue, "How many are these?"

"Two commercial performances, four endorsements, 900 million yuan, do you want to go?"

"Time, place!" Fang Jing suddenly became energetic.

Yang Ning covered her face, she realized that chatting with Fang Jing had to talk about money, as long as there was money to be made, this kid would dare to charge in front of him.

"It's not urgent, take it back and take a good look at it. I have already notified Bai Luomei, and I will come over tomorrow. Wen Jing will talk to you about the specific matters."

"Your current meager fans are about to break through 1000 million. I guess it will be almost the same when Huang Xiaoming's movie is released. For the time being, you have a certain popularity. I want to strike while the iron is hot and let you release an album."

"You are currently positioned as a singer. Without the support of good works, your popularity will only slowly fade. It won't be long before anyone will ask you to endorse."

"I've already contacted the producer, and now I'm short of songs, including the story of time, childhood, and my future is not a dream, just buy four more songs."

There are a total of seven songs, and Yang Ning plans to release a digital album. As a singer, it would be unreasonable if there is no album.

Fang Jing frowned, "I have no objection to releasing an album, but these songs are already free, isn't it a bit of a thing to make an album now?"

There used to be a first-line singer who re-released songs that had already been released as albums. Fans bought them, don't mention how annoying they were, he didn't want to lose character like this.

Yang Ning smiled playfully, "I don't mind if you don't want to make a fuss, just rewrite a few songs yourself."

"However, I would say that these songs are better. At least the market reaction has proved it. If you are scolded, you will be scolded. Anyway, the company's public relations will solve it."

"Who didn't come here like this, right? You just concentrate on making money, and leave the rest to me. Making money is important, and you must make more when you are young..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop talking." Fang Jing had a headache, "Leave the song to me, and I'll write it. Is it still not enough? When will you want it?"

"You said this yourself. I didn't force you. You prepared the song years ago, and we will release the album as soon as the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is over."

(End of this chapter)