Because it is the preparation period for the cultural festival, the school has been suspended. Everyone is busy preparing their own programs in order to shine at the cultural festival.
Ji Fengli held a meeting with other students in the student union to discuss the issues of student union performances and funding.
Li Shaoran took out several reports and handed them to them: "The student union can provide 500,000 yuan. The rest depends on you, Minister of Economic Affairs."
"In the past, it was at least one million. President, where did you do all the money?" Feng Qixiu was surprised when he looked at such a small budget.
"It's acceptable." Ji Fengli thought about it. At least the preparation activities this week are enough. It will depend on the income next week.
"Since it's passed, let's move on to the next topic." Li Shaoran completely ignored Feng Qixiu's words and continued: "Ji Fengli is the person in charge of the student union's cultural festival program. Let's start with you to discuss our ideas."
Ji Fengli expressed his speculation: "Because I don't know everyone's preferences, I won't talk about the performance format. In terms of enthusiasm, in order to get more people to join in, I hope everyone can put on a show."
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"We still have to think about this, and we will give you the results when the time comes." Li Shaoran looked at the expressions of several people and gave a reply.
Feng Qixiu thought for a while and made a suggestion: "I prefer opera in terms of performance format. In addition to the large number of people participating, the grandness of the scene will also increase the visibility."
This was a good suggestion. Ji Fengli wrote it down and prepared to go back and check the required expenses.
"Of course the leading actor must be me." Seeing Ji Fengli write it down, Feng Qixiu added with a smile.
"Don't worry, you will have the opportunity to be the leading actor soon." Ji Fengli looked at his watch and it was almost time. He stood up and opened the door of the student union.
The five of them stared at the door dumbfounded. They didn't know when a group of people came with cameras and microphones. Besides reporters from their own school, there were actually reporters from another aristocratic girls' school!
"It would be a pity not to make good use of your popularity." Ji Fengli leaned at the door and said, "In addition to the interview for the school daily newspaper, I also contacted a photography company to come and take photos with you. The photos will be made in several schools.
School sales.”
Even Song Zexu's frozen face was a little cracked: "I refuse."
"I can't refuse." Ji Fengli made a regretful expression: "I have already received a deposit of 500,000 yuan."
"Ji Fengli, the student union can give you another 1 million yuan budget!" Li Shaoran gritted his teeth.
Ji Fengli helplessly looked at the pleading eyes of several people: "But I also contacted the TV station, and they are willing to make a short video for you for free, with a 50-50 profit share."
"Why did you do so much in one night..." The last words of the five people were covered up by the sound of the camera. Ji Fengli calculated the amount with satisfaction, and finally closed the door kindly.
As long as it is related to profit, we should not let go of anything that can be used.
If Li Shaoran knew that Ji Fengli finally made such a request to the company that was on the verge of bankruptcy, he would probably consider it.
******night.
Ji Fengli sat in the room and looked through the registration forms collected throughout the day. Those that passed were placed on the right and those that failed were placed on the left.
"Dong dong dong," Chen Yinyang knocked on the door and said, "Can I come in?"
"Come in." Ji Fengli put down the pen. So many registration forms cannot be processed at once.
As soon as Chen Yinyang entered the door, he was startled by the papers on the floor: "Are these all the registration forms collected today?"
"Yes," Ji Fengli rubbed his brow: "What's wrong with you?"
"Ah, that's right." Seeing Ji Fengli's tired look, Chen Yinyang found it difficult to say: "Well, how about I help you first?"
Seeing that Ji Fengli had no objection, Chen Yinyang picked up a few registration forms on the ground and looked at them: "This one says you want to open a maid cafe? Not bad, there will definitely be profits."
"Don't you think it's weird for several grown men to wear maid uniforms?" Ji Fengli was surprised that Chen Yinyang, who had just rejected the proposal he rejected, said it was good.
"It's weird, but it's very interesting! If they appear at the cultural festival, I will try it."
Ji Fengli thought about it and couldn't deny that what he said made sense. It seemed that it was necessary to review these registration forms again.
The two of them sorted through the registration forms that Ji Fengli had reviewed, and after re-sorting, the time had already reached 11 o'clock.
Looking at the pile of registration forms left on the table, Ji Fengli sat back in his chair and prepared to stay up late.
Seeing Ji Fengli's actions, Chen Yinyang couldn't help but objected: "There are so many books that I can't finish even if I stay up late. Do I need to find more assistants?"
Ji Fengli was stunned. Ever since he was a child, he had been used to solving things alone, and he had never thought of relying on others.
Seeing Ji Fengli's expression, Chen Yinyang felt proud, hehe, I finally caught something you are not good at this time.
So he cleared his throat and said tentatively: "After all, I am the leader of the fan club. I can find a few people to help. Leave this matter to me, okay?"
Ji Fengli remained silent.
Not saying anything means agreeing. Chen Yinyang took Ji Fengli's silence as acquiescence. At this time, he finally had the confidence to express what he was thinking before entering the door: "How about giving me a share of the show performed by Lord Qixiu? This deal
Good deal?"
Sure enough.
Ji Fengli had long guessed that Chen Yinyang's purpose was related to Feng Qixiu, and it was beyond his expectation to reveal it so late.
Since something was requested from him, the shrewd businessman naturally raised the price to the highest price: "Business as usual, I will consider giving you a chance."
"Is everything the same as before?" Chen Yinyang asked confusedly, not understanding what it meant.
Ji Fengli quickly turned the pen in his hand: "I'm thirsty."
"Damn it!" After Chen Yinyang finished the fierce psychological struggle, he obediently went out and poured a glass of water. He couldn't bear to let the child trap the wolf. Who allowed this guy to have the power of the cultural festival?
Ji Fengli, when you have no real power, I must give you a taste of being a cow and a horse!