As for Xu Jie, Fang Jing refused to write. It was good that he didn't let Na go out and pay back the money. He still wanted him to write songs and dream about it. I was just being petty.
"Don't be so absolute. Aren't you going to release an album? When the time comes, Ajie will promote it for you and let's make friends."
"Sister He, I really don't have time. There are too many things to do. How about you see what happens next year and I will write when I have free time next year."
Let's stabilize this old woman first. As for next year, we'll see. If we can't delay it for a few more years, as long as Xu Jie can wait.
He Yulian's eyes narrowed, "One million!"
Since love doesn't make sense, let's talk about money. Let's set the table and treat it like business.
She didn't believe that someone wouldn't be tempted by one million. If Fang Jing's songs hadn't been so popular, one million would have been enough to buy dozens of songs.
"Sister He, this is not about money."
"One million and two hundred thousand!"
He Yulian spoke up again. It turned out that the base price given by Xu Jie was one million, and the two hundred thousand was paid out of her own pocket. The family did not speak the same language.
"Sister He, it's hard for me to do this!"
"One and a half million!"
"Sister He, I'll think about it!"
"One million and eight hundred thousand!" I really don't believe it. There are still people in the world who don't love money.
When had He Yulian been rejected like this? She would throw money at someone when she got angry. Today, she would have to sell Song Fangjing if she didn't want to. The worst she could do was go upstairs and talk to their boss in person.
"Sister He, I will arrange the schedule, but it may not be possible recently, maybe at the end of the year!"
A bastard who doesn't make money even if he has money, he doesn't pay attention to hundreds of thousands of dollars, but it's different with millions. He has a grudge against Xu Jie but not over money.
Yang Ning's eyelids twitched, Fang Jing wanted to rip him off, and he wouldn't stop until he took a bite.
He Yulian laughed angrily, suppressed her anger, and spoke less politely than before, "Just tell me, how much does it cost to write?"
"Two million and a half million! Written in one week."
"Okay, okay! I'm waiting for your song!"
He Yulian's face turned red with anger. She turned around and left without saying a word. She wanted two hundred and five hundred thousand to die. Wasn't this meant to be a curse? A hundred thousand more would be nicer.
She remembered this humiliation, and later she would let Fang Jing know what trouble comes from words.
"Do you know you've offended someone?" Yang Ning poked Fang Jing's forehead with her thin green finger, spitting flying, "You almost gave it up when it was good, why do you want to ask for two and a half million?"
"Anyway, you've offended me. What's there to be afraid of? If you don't deal with her in the future, she won't thank you unless you give her a huge sum of money. If it weren't for the lack of money, I wouldn't give her two hundred and fifty."
When she met the childish Fang Jing, Yang Ning was helpless. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's not long since your debut. Why can't you be smarter? Even if you have any hatred, don't talk about it."
"Just watch. The other party will definitely step on you if there is a chance in the future. Don't regret it then."
"A true man, who should be afraid of whom? If the worst happens, I will go home and farm!"
Looking Fang Jing up and down, Yang Ning was disgusted: "You little brat, you don't have all your hair, why are you pretending to be an adult?"
"Woman, don't mess with me!"
"Hey! Whatever you want to do, come on, come on, I'll give you a chance." Yang Ning sat next to Fang Jing and put her arms around him.
Feeling the softness on his arms and a burst of fragrance, Fang Jing blushed and his heart beat loudly. He pushed it open, opened the door and fled, leaving only the laughter behind him.
"Ha! Man!"
…
In the afternoon, Fang Jing and Jia Zhengliang went to a high-end bar in Shanghai. When Fang Jing walked in, he saw more than a dozen young people, both men and women, drinking noisily. Judging from their clothes, they were all from rich families.
Several of their parents are celebrities from the older generation, who have won numerous awards, are highly respected, and are still active today.
There were four or five waitresses standing nearby pouring wine. They had bulging fronts and curved backs, and beautiful faces. Their eyes lit up when they saw Fang Jing come in. They didn't expect to see a big star.
"Everyone, I'm sorry for being late. I'll punish myself with three drinks!"
Jia Zhengliang picked up the wine glass on the table and drank. After a while, he drank three glasses of wine.
"Master Jia, why don't you introduce new friends?"
"There's no need for an introduction. Who doesn't know Fang Jing?" A woman with dyed blonde hair and tall jeans came over and took his arm, "Come on, come on, sit here, sister."
"Fang Jing, I like your songs so much. I couldn't get a ticket for the last concert. What a pity."
"We can become friends later, and I will support you next time."
"How old are you? You look quite mature."
"Don't worry about them, let's have a drink."
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Fang Jing broke free from his arms, left the sofa full of girls, and fled to Jia Zhengliang's side. He didn't know how much tofu he had eaten in the past few minutes.
"Hahaha!" Jia Zhengliang laughed, "Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Zhang, Mr. Fang, Mr. Li..."
Hearing the name, Fang Jing sneered in his heart, these second-generation stars are all transparent, they can't help someone like Adou, none of them are famous, they are all cheaters.
"Come on, let's toast to Fang Jing! We will all be friends from now on, let's play together when we have time."
After hesitating for a few seconds, Fang Jing raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. He was not afraid of getting drunk, but he was afraid that there was something in the wine. If he drank only one cup, he would have a lot of fun.
But seeing so many celebrity children here, that kind of thing shouldn't happen.
To be on the safe side, he decided not to go to the toilet midway.
Drink after glass, the group toasted to Fang Jing. Fang Jing used singing as an excuse to take a break and dodge several bottles of wine.
"No... ok, I really can't drink." An hour later, Jingtou leaned on the sofa, his mouth slurred.
Jia Zhengliang had previously said that he could not drink much as it would not delay his work, but in fact it was his grandson who drank the most, and Fang Jing could only pretend to be drunk.
"As expected of Mr. Jia, your employees really give you face, unlike Mr. Fang, who brought a second-tier actor here last time and spoiled the fun."
"Hahaha! That means, Fang Jing eats my food and carries my bowl. My father rewards him with food and lets him drink. He dares to drink."
"Still Jia Shaoniubi, what projects are there tomorrow and who has arranged them?"
…
If what these people were talking about was spread to the outside world, it would definitely cause an uproar. Fang Jing didn't expect that the handsome guys and beauties who usually appeared on TV looked innocent, but they were still groveling in front of rich people.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, seeing that they had no intention of leaving, Fang Jing decided to leave.
"Sorry, I need to go to the toilet."
"Do you want me to take you there?"
"No, I'll be back in a minute. Don't run away."
Fang Jing staggered and staggered as he walked, looking like he was about to fall over at any moment.
"Why don't any of you go along and don't fall down in the bathroom." A girl was worried.
"It's okay, what do grown men fear?"
After leaving the door, Fang Jing felt refreshed. He walked to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. After a few minutes, he probably went out after it was almost time.
He had called the driver to come over before, and it should be almost done now.
"Fang Jing, don't go, just leave quickly."
There was a waitress standing guard outside the bathroom, and Fang Jing vaguely recognized her as one of the people in the private room.
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome, I'm your fan too."
He took out his wallet from his pocket. In addition to bank cards, there was a stack of cash in it. The thickness was about one or two thousand. Fang Jing couldn't count it. He stuffed the money into the girl's hand.
"I'm a little dizzy, can you help me down?"
"Okay, I don't want money."
"It's okay, just take it!"
The girl is blushing and her heart is beating. Her idol is by her side and he is holding her wrist. She is so happy, right?
"When you get back later, you will say that I was drunk and was taken away by my assistant."