"Well, I understand your concerns, Director Huang." Zhang Cai thought for a while, and then said softly: "But this program is our young master's idea. I think you should have some idea of our young master's strength.
, Miss Nianwei’s concert was organized by our young master.”
As soon as Zhang Cai said these words, Director Huang, who was still a little embarrassed at first, staggered and was obviously confused.
The young master mentioned by this manager Zhang Cai is the initiator of Miss Li Nianwei’s concert that is still talked about by people today? The young master who first walked the dog and then lost his fortune on TV? Is it really him?
At this time, Director Huang's hands began to tremble. He stayed there for a while, and finally asked cautiously: "Is it the one who said he was teasing the dog during the live broadcast and then hung up the phone... Young Master?"
Hearing Director Huang say this, Hong Dali, who had been resting his head on Li Nianwei's thigh, jumped up violently, grabbed the phone and roared: "If you don't tell me about this, I have forgotten it. Why did you hang up on me last time?"
Phone number? I haven’t told anyone the truth, damn! I was very serious at that time, okay? You are infringing on human rights. Believe it or not, I will sue you!"
He said these words almost in rapid succession, and at the end he didn't express his hatred: "Next time you hang up on me if this happens again, I'll beat him to death!"
Quiet, eerie quiet.
After half a minute, Director Huang's helpless voice came from the other side of the phone: "That...that...young master, this is Tianjing Satellite TV, not Tianjing Entertainment Channel. You have to deal with your matter."
Tell Director Li who is in charge of the entertainment channel..."
"Damn! I don't care, it's all from your Tianjing TV station anyway!" Hong Dali roared again: "Then tell me! Tell me! Do you know that that incident deeply hurt my heart?
It hasn’t recovered yet!”
Li Nianwei and Tang Muxin looked at each other and laughed together.
Director Huang said that he was shot while lying down today, but he had really heard of this little ancestor. He is the number one loser in Tianjing City. The problem is that he is surprisingly lucky. He can be called a lucky baby protected by God, a mascot-like figure.
, who dares to provoke?
Thinking of this, he decisively changed his mind: "Then...Okay, Young Master. Let's talk about the program. I wonder if Young Master's "I Am a Singer" can really guarantee the ratings? You also know that I
As a station manager, you must be responsible for the ratings. If anything happens to the ratings... Of course, I also know that with your wisdom, the ratings will not be low, but I still think it is better to ask Miss Nianwei to show up, even if it is just
What's going on..."
"Sister Wei, I don't have time," Hong Dali said angrily: "Just tell me whether you agree or not. If you don't agree, I will find another TV station!"
Hong Dali, who now has several nicknames such as "Brother Dali", "Hammer", "Big Bird·Not Lazy", etc., is so domineering when he talks - I help you to increase your ratings for free, but you still dare to talk to me
Talk about conditions?!
"Then... Okay," I really didn't dare to offend my little ancestor, Mr. Huang. After all, this guy is a legend in the prodigal world, a weirdo in the luck world, and he is a bull who can even get hit on his instep by a gold bar while walking.
He's such a cool character, but it's not necessarily true that the show he produces will be really popular - even if it's not popular, he can at least have an explanation for the following. After all, this guy is never short of money, and he's got a huge bonus, so the ratings should be low.
He could talk it over, so he immediately said: "Well, when can I watch the show?"
"When the time comes, just play it!" Hong Dali snapped and hung up the phone again.
"Ouch, my heart..." Director Huang covered his chest: "You don't even ask me to watch the program, how can I show it... when can I show it... what should I show?!"
Director Huang was frightened, but Hong Dali was the old god here, and he was happily calculating how to spend money - if he didn't spend money to exchange attribute points for such a good opportunity, God would never forgive him.
: "Xiaoyi, do you have any good plans? Let me tell you, we have to have a big scene when we take action, so let's use the gymnasium as the venue first, and you'd better figure out what to do with the rest!"
Ling Xiaoyi, who was standing aside, said: "The venue fee has basically not changed, but young master, I suggest not to make it free this time. After all, what happened last time, if it is free again this time, I'm afraid that too many people will show up.
Stampede.”
Her worries are not unreasonable.
During Li Nianwei's last concert, countless people who didn't come expressed their grief, and many even wanted to commit suicide. If it were free this time, it would be estimated that at least 100,000 people would come - even if they couldn't see Li Nianwei.
, at least the show hosted by the young master is sure to be a big event. If you don’t come, it’s free. Who doesn’t come?
One hundred thousand people, if you put them all together, it would be a spectacle all over the mountains and plains. If something happens, it would be a big event.
"Well, that's true." Hong Dali touched his chin: "Then let's charge it. It can't be too low. It's no different from free. Let's look at it according to location. The front is more expensive, and the back is cheaper.
Let’s have a VIP area in front, so don’t be like last time where so and so had to be beaten up before they could talk to me about anything. Well, there are four areas for VIP tickets, each seat costs NT$2,000, near Taiwan tickets cost NT$500, and those in the back and front rows
The next one starts from 100 yuan, and the next one starts from 50 yuan.”
"This..." Everyone around looked at each other: "Young Master, is this fee too high?"
Ling Xiaoyi also said: "Young Master, if you charge this price, I'm afraid not many people will come by then. After all, if Miss Nianwei doesn't play, many people may not buy it."
Hong Dali thought for a while: "Well, let's cut it in half, one thousand for VIPs, two hundred for those near the stage, sixty and thirty for the back, it's about right, there can be some fluctuations, you can see the arrangement. Remember, we will accept
Money is not the purpose, the purpose is to control the number of people who come to see it. Don't do it too much, and hundreds of thousands of people will squeeze in. I don't want to have a stampede, human life is precious!" In fact, according to Hong Dali's idea, it is not at all
I have never thought about making money. The problem is that it is difficult to control the number of people if there is no charge. If it is really free, the entire Tianjing West Fourth Ring Road will be completely paralyzed.
"Okay." Ling Xiaoyi wrote it down and said, "The young master of the stage should follow the last time?"
Hong Dali: "Double the number, make it a million-dollar one, a big scene, it must be a big scene! Is there any better sound system than half a million?"
Ling Xiaoyi shook his head: "It looks like it's gone now. Five hundred thousand a night is already the best."
Hong Dali: "It really hurts my grandma's balls. It's half a million dollars. Let's use more shocking lighting this time! I felt it was a bit worse last time - Xiaoyi, last time the car was dispatched, please help me again."
I hired a few helicopters, and this time we used cross-dimensional long-distance lighting!"
Tang Muxin covered her head: "This is really getting bigger and bigger. The lights are starting to be lit by helicopters. Hong Dali is such a prodigal! Such a big scene for a TV show..."
