Looking at Aunt Huang rushing out of the door, Fang Jing was speechless. With such a momentum, those who didn't know it thought he was the one who borrowed the money.
"Alas! There will be less contact between relatives like this in the future. I don't know how many people have borrowed money during your absence. Fang Hui is the one who blocked them all."
"I said you are making a lot of money now, why don't you buy a house in Shanghai?"
"No money." Fang Jing spread his hands, "I invested all my wealth in the new drama. I only have a few million. I paid almost a million for the mess on my dad's construction site. Next, I will pay the employees' wages and give Huang Xiaoming a wedding gift.
There isn’t much money for entertainment expenses.”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Your expenses are really fubài. You can spend millions so easily. How many scientists can't make so much money in their lifetime."
Without talking back, Fang Jing allowed Xu Li to lecture. In fact, this was wrong. Not many scientists were poor. They didn't know how much a project cost.
If scientists were poorer than Thaksin a few decades ago, the conditions were like that at that time. Serving the country and the people relied on faith. Few of them were interested in money.
But now, those who can become scientists must at least start with a Ph.D., and they can be hired as graduate tutors in any university, or have projects under their name in companies, and can easily make millions a year.
Some even pay dividends, and some can earn tens of millions a year.
Besides, the fields are different, and there is no comparison between scientists and artists.
"Teacher Xu, don't the students in No. 3 Middle School buy insurance?" Fang Jing suddenly asked,
A few dozen dollars a year, if Li Guilan's family had insurance this time, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.
"No!" Xu Li shook her head, "It's not a lot of money, but some families still can't afford it."
The poverty in the surrounding rural areas exceeds what most people imagine. For mountain people with an annual income of more than 2,000 yuan, an insurance of a few dozen yuan is enough to cover a family's needs for a week.
Moreover, most people have little interest in insurance. If they think that they will never have any accidents in their life, buying insurance is completely unnecessary.
Money is wasted, this is the original saying of the older generation.
"The school also tried to let me buy it before, but it was rejected during the parent-teacher meeting." Xu Li smiled and said, "Your dad doesn't agree either."
"Why don't you just buy it! I'll pay for it, and it's not much. Every student will buy one."
Fang Jing tried to calculate, and found out that each person had a few dozen, and the whole school combined only had tens of thousands of dollars, which would cost him a hundred thousand dollars, which was not much, and it was not enough for him to sing a song.
I will help with the little things within my power, and take it from the people and use it for the people.
Xu Li opened her eyes wide and smiled: "Okay! I will go find the school leaders after the National Day. This is a good thing."
"During a home visit some time ago, I discovered that the place where students live is remote and the mountain roads are rugged and accidents are easy to happen. It is safer to buy insurance. If something goes wrong, you won't have to sell your house or land."
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Hundreds of thousands is not a small amount, and Fang Jing, who originally wanted to stay for two more days, hurried back to the Magic City.
It took me a day to receive two notices, and I called Xu Li as soon as I got the money.
Huang Xiaoming's wedding invited most of the entertainment industry, from first-tier to second-tier, from directors to singers, thousands of people. Wang Jinhua was also invited. She stopped by Fangjing Studio to have a look and go there with him.
During this period, Fang Jing helped her make a lot of money. Many advertisers and directors were willing to cooperate with him. Many variety shows extended their olive branches, and the future was bright.
"Your environment is not bad, but it's a bit cold with not many people..."
Accompanied by Yang Ning, Wang Jinhua visited the studio. When she first came in, she felt deserted. There were only three or five people there. But when she walked in, she saw a single room in the back room with more than 20 people sitting in two rows, typing away at the computer.
Crackling.
Those who didn’t know better thought it was an Internet cafe to play games.
Yang Ning smiled proudly and said: "The Propaganda Department, they have 20 people managing 700 marketing accounts. As long as I want to, I can guide and create public opinion topics for tens of millions of people in minutes."
"Many directors have come to us for cooperation in promoting their films and in public relations for artists, ranging from as little as 7 to 8 million to as much as 3 to 5 million."
It is no exaggeration to say that the income of a publicity department can completely match the income of second-tier artists, but their role is greater.
In the Internet age, the pressure of online public opinion is terrifying. A small wind can set off a tsunami. I don’t know how many artists have fallen into the hands of ordinary netizens.
You are not afraid of one person boycotting you, but what about one hundred thousand or one million? If your reputation is ruined, which business will be willing to cooperate with you, and which director will dare to use you?
Water can carry a boat or overturn it. Now Yang Ning has a golden hoe and can divert water wherever she digs it.
"You two sisters are amazing. I heard that Sisi also has a group of people who specialize in marketing accounts. How much do you invest per month?"
"At the beginning of the year, it was six to seven hundred thousand a month, and sometimes it was one million. Now it's not a problem to make two to three million a month."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Wang Jinhua exclaimed, "It's a shame that you are an agent, you should go to the public relations department."
"These are all Fang Jing's ideas. He insists on developing a marketing account. I don't have that much money."
Fang Jing just debuted at the beginning of the year, and he dared to spend so much money every month to support a bunch of seemingly useless people for such a long time. His courage should not be underestimated.
At first, Yang Ning thought he was crazy, but as the public relations disputes were settled quietly, the importance of the publicity team gradually became apparent, and it is now irreplaceable.
"It's a pity that the timing is a bit late, otherwise I would also like to form a group of marketing accounts." Wang Jinhua shook his head in envy.
It’s not easy to maintain an account. You need to spend a few months as a novice, then slowly develop fans, add v certification, operate, and then change the marketing account after more than 100,000 people follow it. This step by step investment is too much.
Nowadays, every self-media in the market with more than 100,000 followers has someone to cooperate with. There are very few people like Yang Ning who can set up 600 marketing accounts for their own use.
Ordinary artists don't have this kind of team. If something goes wrong, they can only buy hot searches and hot topic lists on major platforms. A publicist can cost several million. First-line artists spend no less than tens of millions on this every year.
As an ace manager, Wang Jinhua spent a lot of time wiping the butts of his top-tier artists for a year, making millions every time. It was so many times that it became unbearable, and over time it became painful.
"Sister Hua, what are you talking about? If you have anything to do in the future, just ask me, but as time goes by, I will still give you money. At most, I will give you a discount."
"Hahaha! I'll give you a discount on my legs."
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Putting on a casual suit and leather shoes, Fang Jing came to the studio and went to Huang Xiaoming's wedding with Wang Jinghua.
"How much does your gift cost?" Wang Jinhua asked in the car.
"3344, for good luck."
Fang Jing's gift was naturally not more than 3,000, but more than 300,000. If it was less, he wouldn't be able to handle it, and if it was more, he would feel that the affection was not there.
"It's too little. I'll give you more, six hundred thousand."
"Sister Hua, no need, I have money."
"It's okay. I'll give it to you if you tell me. Follow me in a moment and I'll show you the person."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Hua."
Six hundred thousand is six hundred thousand. Since Wang Jinhua said that, she must have a reason. Fang Jing did not refuse.
The important thing is that Wang Jinhua will take him to meet someone later.
The entertainment industry is also divided into different parts, and it is difficult to move forward without the protection of a big boss. From now on, he will also have a sect, and he will no longer be a loner.