Yang Chaoyue, Fang Jing was stunned when he heard the name. He finally remembered who it was. Isn't this that koi girl from 101?
He was born as a commoner and became famous instantly. He couldn't do anything else. He cried on the last show and became famous out of nowhere. When this person was famous back then, he was even more popular than him. Although he didn't have many works, he was involved in various large-scale ceremonies.
He can be seen in every headline topic, and everyone among the younger generation knows it.
It is said that he bought a house in the capital of Yanjing in the first year after debuting, which shows his strong ability to attract money.
Later, I learned that 101 was a program invested and launched by Tengxu Xiaoma, and I understood that with this big boss here, it is not easy to praise someone.
Penguin’s push exposure alone is astonishingly high, often in the hundreds of millions, let alone their video website.
"Fang Jing, can I take a photo with you?" Yang Chaoyue added a black cotton coat and looked a little excited.
"Can!"
The two got close, and Fang Jing took a photo with her cell phone.
"How old are you this year? Why do you come out to work?"
Fang Jing remembered that this girl was only eighteen years old in 2018, and she should be under sixteen now.
Yang Chaoyue was a little panicked and laughed dryly and said, "I just turned sixteen last month and graduated from junior high school like you. No, I mean you are my idol."
"I am a negative teaching material, don't learn from me. Study hard, otherwise you will suffer the consequences of being uneducated in the future."
In the entertainment industry, people with low academic qualifications have always been criticized. Actors and singers are better off. As long as they act well and sing well, no one will criticize them.
But the idol group is not good. Your character is like blue and white porcelain, beautiful and elegant, pleasing to the eye, but when you look at the bottom of the bottle, it says Made in Putian, which makes the audience dislike it, even if your bottle is no different from the real one.
Yang Chaoyue forced a smile, "I don't even want to read it anymore. I can't read it."
Fang Jing remembered that this girl seemed to come from a poor family, had a gambling father, and ran out to work in junior high school. This experience was somewhat similar to his own.
His heart softened, and he unexpectedly said, "If I sponsor you to study in high school for three years, will you study?"
Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a few seconds. After a few seconds, she felt sour in her heart. The corners of her eyes were moist. She shook her head and said with a smile, "Don't read!"
"Don't waste other people's time. Just go down after taking pictures."
The host urged, Yang Chaoyue said thank you to Fang Jing in a low voice and then trotted off the stage with her cell phone in hand.
"Who will be the next lucky audience? Let's look at the screen, job number 917...1996, Hong Feihong."
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When Fang Jing came down, most of the people at their table had already left, and there were only two or three people still sitting. They were all leaders with monthly incomes of tens of thousands. Who was short of a meal and had time to spend time with these factory workers?
It is better to go home and sleep than to eat.
Liu Wei looked unhappy and turned her head without saying a word. Fang Jing understood somewhat when he saw Manager Tang sitting next to her, moved the chair and sat directly between them.
"Manager Tang is very enthusiastic about our company's employees, and he is the same when he talks to me about anything."
His expression darkened, and the manager snorted softly, "I paid to invite you here, but I didn't give her any face, and I asked her not to even drink a glass of wine."
Looking at Liu Wei, whose face was a little flushed, he must have drank a lot, Fang Jing said lightly, "Sorry, she has a few songs to sing soon, how about I drink with you?"
"I don't care, I just want her to drink. Even if she drinks ten cups, you can sing and dance as you should. I won't stop you from leaving whenever you want."
Liu Wei opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Fang Jing waved his hand, "It's your turn to go up. Leave this place to me."
Looking at the old man, Fang Jing narrowed his eyes and said expressionlessly, "We are here to sing, not to drink. If you want to find a companion, you should go to a bar."
Manager Tang chuckled, "It's too boring here, why don't we go out and have a chat?"
"Can!"
Arriving at the quiet canteen on the first floor, the two found a corner and sat down.
Manager Tang handed a cigarette to Fang Jing. When he waved his hand, he lit it himself. After taking a puff of cigarette, he said, "I know the rules of your business. For 80,000 yuan, let's invite your friend out for a meal tonight."
As if looking at an idiot, Fang Jing uttered two words coldly, "Silly 13."
"What did you say?" the old man was furious, and the hand holding the cigarette was shaking with anger, "I tell you, the balance has not been paid yet! Believe it or not, I can complain to you, but you won't get a cent of this money."
"If you know what I am doing, hello, hello, everyone. I can also introduce a few bosses to you at the party, and I can also invite you to the New Year."
Shaking the cigarette ashes on the bench and dining table, the old man's eyes were gloomy and he said in a deep voice, "My target is not you. Why are you trying to be a hero? Maybe you can take care of it if they like it?"
Fang Jing smiled. This old man has watched too many TV series. He really thinks that he is a fool of the world? What is the purpose of a large company with tens of billions of dollars each year and a group of lawyers?
If Liu Wei didn't pay him after he fulfilled the contract, even a small food company manager, Huanrui World, could sue him to bankruptcy.
"The meal is free. As for not paying, you can try it." Fang Jing stood up and left.
Back on the second floor, Liu Wei just finished singing a song, frowned and said, "Are you okay?"
After glancing at the people at the same table, Fang Jing said without lowering his voice, "If anything happens, next time you meet this kind of person, just slap him with a loud mouth, and then call the police after you slap him."
Several department managers were embarrassed, smiled brightly, and left in dejection one after another.
The old man didn't come back, and for a while they were the only two people at the table. Without a leader, the employees became bolder. Many people came over to ask for photos, and some asked for autographs. Fang Jing didn't refuse and satisfied them all.
I was busy until about 7:30 in the evening before I came out. The car that originally picked me up was nowhere to be seen, and the road was empty.
"I'll call and ask." Xiao An took out his mobile phone from his bag.
Liu Wei raised his hand to stop him, "Forget it, just take a taxi and go back by yourself."
The suburbs are not as good as the downtown area. There are not so many taxis. A few people walked for a while without stopping for a taxi. There are quite a few small factories of various kinds.
"How about taking the bus to the city first and then taking a taxi back to the hotel."
Seeing a stop sign, Fang Jing suggested taking the bus. Liu Wei's feet were red with cold, and waiting any longer was not an option.
"That's the only way." Hong Fang nodded and took out the change from his wallet.
Fortunately, they were lucky. The last bus arrived not long after. On the bus were a dozen uncles, aunts, and young people in their forties and fifties. They were wearing cotton-padded jackets and red collars and blue overalls. They must have just gotten off work.
Compared with this group of glamorous people, their tired eyes and rough palms are simply two extremes.
Seeing a few people getting on the bus, an aunt stood up nervously and was about to walk back. Fang Jing grabbed her and said, "Auntie, sit down, there is still room here."
The only seat was given to Liu Wei, while Fang Jing leaned on the pole and Hong Fang stood next to him.
"Master, wait!"
The driver was about to close the door when a thin figure quickly ran over.
"Clang!"
Two yuan coins were put into the box. Yang Chaoyue was panting. He looked up and saw Fang Jing and the others, and his faces lit up, "Oh! Why are you here?"
Liu Wei had no impression of her and looked confused. Fang Jing smiled and said, "Don't you live in a dormitory?"
"We only provide food, but not accommodation. I will rent a house outside."
"Alone?"
"No, there is another eldest sister I know."
"Fang Jing, do you two know each other?" Liu Wei raised his head and asked.
"Her name is Yang Chaoyue. She was dancing on stage just now. I also gave her a mobile phone."
Yang Chaoyue talked a lot, and she talked endlessly as soon as she started talking. The scenery along the way was not boring, and she listened quietly to her talk about working life.
"We earn 3,000 yuan a month, but the team leader has a very dark heart and is forced to work overtime every day for the sake of production."
"One eldest sister was scolded and cried when she was too slow. Several people couldn't bear it and ran away."