Entertainment: My band is all lead singer

As night fell, the luxurious banquet hall in the city center was brightly lit, and a grand charity gala was being held here.

At the entrance of the banquet hall, a huge banner read "Sharing Music Charity Night", and the golden font shone brightly under the light.

The guests dressed in formal attire and slowly walked into the venue, with expectations and joy on everyone's face.

In the center of the stage, a huge LED screen played a video of the charity project. The innocent smiles and hopeful eyes of the children in the picture moved everyone present.

On one side of the stage, soft background music was played, with beautiful and infectious melody, adding an elegant atmosphere to the gala.

The guests gathered in twos and threes, holding champagne.

"Are there so many people today? Why do I feel there are more people than yesterday?" Long Zhan looked around and found that there were many more people than yesterday, many of whom were unfamiliar faces.

He held Wang Shiqing's hand, because it was a charity gala, so he could bring his family.

"Of course there are a lot of people. Today, there are not only singers, but also many business people. In terms of donations, they are the biggest contributors." Liu Yuzhi explained.

"Is that so?"

"Let's go in."

Although there were also media reporters present at this charity gala, there was no live broadcast.

Compared with the grand ceremony of the previous two days, many people attending today do not like too much exposure, so there is no live broadcast.

At this time, almost all the invited guests have arrived, but the most important part has not yet begun.

That is the charity donation part.

Half an hour later, with the appearance of a well-known host, the donation part officially began.

He first welcomed and thanked all the guests present, and then introduced the purpose and significance of the gala.

There was also an auction part during the period.

One by one, precious artworks and experiences were exhibited, and the bidding sounded one after another. Every time the hammer fell, it meant that a sum of money was raised.

The climax of the gala was the representative of Shared Music Company speaking on stage. He detailed the company's efforts and achievements in the field of charity, as well as future goals and plans.

His words revealed a deep understanding of social responsibility and infinite enthusiasm for charity.

During this process, Jinghua Shuiyue and others did not bid.

After the auction, there was a voluntary donation activity.

Each guest present received an envelope at the entrance.

In the voluntary donation session, guests can choose the amount they want to donate. It doesn't matter if they don't donate. No one will force them.

Jiang Yuebai filled in a number and put it in the mailbox. Someone will contact him later.

Only the internal staff of Shared Music will know who filled it out, but no one knows whether they will publish the list.

Shared Music played this conspiracy well. Although it is a voluntary donation, they are afraid that they will be the one with the least donation on the list.

Those small singers don't care about it. They are lucky to be able to participate in such a party. As for how much they donate, it's just a gesture.

But those internationally renowned singers are different. There are many things to consider.

"Xiaobai, how much did you fill in?" Long Zhan was struggling with how much to fill in. Seeing that Jiang Yuebai had already put in the money, he asked curiously.

"Just fill in a little, fill in as much as you want."

Long Zhan thought about it, and then filled in a seven-digit number.

They have made a lot of money over the years, most of which they have not used much, mainly because they don't have any needs.

But he thinks Jiang Yuebai should fill in more than him. He earns not only from songs, but also from comics, animations, novels and various copyrights.

Su Ying'er and others followed closely and threw the envelope into the mailbox.

"How much did you fill in?" Long Zhan still couldn't stop his curiosity.

Su Ying'er raised a finger, and the others also raised a finger.

Seeing this, Long Zhan breathed a sigh of relief. He was the same as them, so it should be fine.

In fact, he was completely overthinking. There were hardly many singers who donated more than them.

Most people chose a number that was neither too high nor too low, which would not make them too embarrassed nor make them feel distressed.

In the eyes of most people, especially foreigners, this money will not be used for their country anyway, so it is better to donate a little.

But in fact, this money is donated to international organizations.

The amount Jiang Yuebai filled in is almost the price of building a Soviet-style garden. The main reason is that he dare not fill in too much. He still doesn't know how much money he has.

Those songs, comics, novels and various copyrights are deposited into his different cards every month, but he has never looked at them in detail.So much so that he himself doesn't know how much money he has now.

Besides, they are also doing charity work themselves. Sister Wanqing has been doing it privately before, and part of their band's income is used for charity.

It can be said that the amount of charity they do is not less than those domestic organizations.

After this part, it will be easier next time.

It's nothing more than a group of people gathering together to exchange experiences.

"When can we leave? It's so boring to stay here." Song Qianyun didn't like this party very much. She stayed here to drink red wine and chat.

From time to time, other foreign singers would invite the girls to dance, but they all refused one by one.

The number of times the four of them were invited together was almost over 100.

"Why don't you go when they invite you to dance?" Jiang Yuebai said while sitting aside and playing with a guitar.

"I won't go. They are all in their 30s and 40s, almost older than my dad."

"But there are also young ones."

"I'm not familiar with them."

"Why don't you go dancing, Xiaobai? Aren't there many people who invite you?" Wen Xilan asked back, holding a wine glass.

"Yes, just now that...didn't that Elena invite you to dance together?" Su Ying'er added.

"I can't sing, but I can dance. Forget it. Ducks can dance better than me." Jiang Yuebai put down his guitar and spread his hands.

He was shocked when those people invited him to dance just now. It was the Gaul goddess Elena and the Japanese goddess Nanako...

For him who is not good at dancing, dancing is not torturing himself, but torturing others.

He was afraid of accidentally stepping on others, so he politely refused.

"Do you really not know how to dance or just pretending not to know how to dance?" Song Qianyun continued to ask.

"When have you seen me dance?"

"I haven't."

"Ah Zhan, have you seen it?"

"No, I don't think I have."

"Right, I really can't."

When Su Ying'er heard this, she had a flash of inspiration, and she looked at Jiang Yuebai with shining eyes, and she had an idea in her mind.

Just when she was about to say it, the sound of the piano next to her interrupted her.