Huang Xiaoming's wedding invitation is a black royal door, with the names of the invitees written on it when opened, and the word "ah" printed on the top, which seems to be the initials of the couple.
"Hey! Why are you looking so fascinated? I've been standing here for a long time and you didn't even look up."
In the elevator, a voice like an oriole suddenly appeared. Fang Jing turned his head, but he didn't expect it to be Liu Wei.
Since the concert, they haven't seen each other for a while. They both have their own affairs to be busy with and travel all over the world. Every time they return to the company, they can't see each other at all.
"The wedding invitation is yours? Congratulations."
"Sister, would you like to recommend a book called If You Give Me Three Days of Light for you to read?" Fang Jing said depressedly, "Do you think I am a married person at my age?"
Liu Wei grabbed the invitation and looked through it, "Who said you can't get married at a young age? You can have a banquet first and then get the certificate without conflict."
"Hey, it's Huang Xiaoming's. I didn't expect him to invite you too. Most of the entertainment industry has invited you. How could he leave you behind?"
"Didn't I invite you?"
Liu Wei didn't care at all, "They invited either relatives and friends or people in the industry. A small character like me can't go."
"Isn't this good? It saves a lot of money." Fang Jing smiled.
Celebrities represent high incomes. Those who can reach the top line have an annual income of more than 50 million. Is it a small amount to give away money? I would be too embarrassed to part with less than 3 to 50 million.
Fortunately, everyone is a face-conscious person. Basically, apart from weddings and weddings, there are no banquets for other things.
Don't even think about housewarming, full moon celebrations, birthday celebrations, or college entrance banquets. You'll be reported before you even set up the boiler.
In his previous life, Fang Jing had a colleague who was a cruel person. His girlfriend's grandfather asked him to give him three thousand yuan for his birthday. He had no money but was too embarrassed to refuse, so he quietly called and reported it.
That day, the seven aunts and eight aunts and their families met at the police station in a lively manner. All the gift money received was refunded, and he ate and drank for free without spending any money.
Later, when he was drunk, he spilled the beans and was almost beaten to death.
Returning the invitation to Fang Jing, Liu Wei chuckled, "You are really good at comforting people. I can't get in with such a high threshold. Just don't shut me out when you get married in the future."
"I'm still early. If there's any good news, I'll let you know."
After getting out of the elevator, Fang Jing thought about how much gift money he should give. He felt more distressed and less shabby. When he walked to Yang Ning's office, he saw an invitation letter on her desk at a glance.
"Sister Ning, are you joining too?"
"Participate in what?"
"It's different!" The one on the table was white. Fang Jing picked it up and looked at it. "I sincerely invite Mr. Fang Jing to attend the Charity Harper's Bazaar Gala on September 16, 2015."
It’s not good to go out. Could it be that Yi is bankrupt today?
Charity Harper's Bazaar is a magazine. Since 2003, it has held a charity night every year, inviting many celebrities and well-known entrepreneurs to auction donations together, and all the money raised goes to charity.
Fang Jing's memory of this party still remains on that night in his previous life. Hundreds of celebrities attended, jockeying for seats, clothes slipping off their shoulders, procrastination and big names, and all kinds of melons coming one after another.
In the end, only a few dozen people donated. Because the list of donations was not made public before, no one knew who donated how much.
Later, maybe there was too little money and there were too many people eating and drinking for free. The organizers couldn't stand it anymore, so they posted the donation list the next day, and a lot of people showed up on the red carpet every year without donating a dime.
On the contrary, those second- and third-tier celebrities who usually don't show off their talents donated hundreds of thousands.
Afraid that Fang Jing would misunderstand, Yang Ning said, "You can refuse if you don't want to go. You don't have to pay after receiving the invitation."
"But I suggest you go. There will be many directors and investors, so you can get to know each other to increase your network."
"Then how much should I donate?" Fang Jing asked a very realistic question.
Lao Jiumen is short of tens of millions, and he still hasn't found anything yet. Xu Shi is looking for advertisers every day and almost has to kneel down to beg for help. His family is starving, so how can he have any extra money for charity.
"Who said you want to donate money?" Yang Ning was stunned, "According to the practice in previous years, the donation list is not announced. If you just come back after being on the red carpet, you will gain face by increasing their popularity."
"Isn't this bad?"
"What's wrong? Every time they invite hundreds of people, but only a few dozen go, why don't you just show up and show respect?"
After Yang Ning said something, Fang Jing remembered that it was now 15 years, and the influence of the Charity Harper's Bazaar Night was not as great as it was in the previous life. There were not too many celebrities attending each time.
The real blowout came in 2017, when the organizers invited more than 300 media, and artists who smelled the fishy smell flocked to the event, vying to be the first to come.
After searching on his mobile phone, he found that a total of more than 40 million yuan was donated last year, most of which were donated by entrepreneurs. Fang Jing knew that at worst, he would also donate 1.8 million yuan.
"I will go there when the time comes. Sister Ning, please help me find out how much money should I give to Huang Xiaoming's wedding first?"
"Six hundred thousand!"
"So much?" Fang Jing's heart ached. This is a year's scholarship for hundreds of poor students in No. 2 Middle School.
In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to donate more on charity night, but he doesn't know if the donated stuff will reach those who really need it.
I still feel at ease when I take it out with my own hands!
Yang Ning was speechless, "Are you obsessed with money? More than 600,000? Now your net worth can be determined with just one announcement."
"Huang Xiaoming is a well-known figure in the industry. This time he invited thousands of people to his wedding, and most of them are from the entertainment industry. I don't have a problem with it if you can get it for three hundred and five hundred."
Fang Jing's eyes lit up, "Sister Ning, do you want to go? Why don't we form a partnership, it's 300,000 per person."
"Go away! You didn't invite me. Why did you come here today? You have something to talk about."
"Hehe, it's like this. It's been a long time since we've been working on the album. The first batch of money should have arrived, right? Can you help me hurry up?"
This time the album production company provided the bulk of the money, and according to the proportion, he received more than 10 million, but now he has no intention of making any money.
Yang Ning frowned, this money should have been paid long ago, I hope nothing goes wrong.
"This is not a small amount. Maybe the company is doing accounting. Please sit down for a while and I will ask it for you."
"Thank you, Sister Ning!"
"No, if you don't have money, no one will pay me a salary."
Yang Ning got up and went upstairs to ask for the bill. Fang Jing was bored, took out his mobile phone and sat down to play Honor of Kings. He had not played for a while and had updated to the S2 season. His rank dropped to diamond.
Speaking of which, he was one of the first players to play this game. He played it as soon as it came out. He spent money to buy a few expensive heroes, and it was not very fun to play with people.
The Ma family’s ancestral saying goes, expensive is not necessarily good, but good must be expensive. There is nothing that can’t be solved by adding money. If it can’t be solved, then it means that the money is not enough.
triplekill,quadrakill,pentakill!
Less than ten minutes after entering, there were sounds of three kills, four kills and five kills. Fang Jing was so excited that his palms became sweaty.
"This friend of v6, do you know how to play? How did you get the diamond? 08, you can beat it."
Fang Jing blushed, "Sorry, the network was not working well just now."