The next morning, at nine o'clock, Fang Jing came back from shopping for groceries. He saw a figure squatting at the gate. When he got closer, he saw that it was not Wang Yuanyuan.
It's just that she is alone now, and her father, Wang Qi, is not here.
Seeing Fang Jing coming back, Wang Yuanyuan trotted over and said with a frown: "I just want you to write a song for me. Seven hundred and fifty thousand is enough, right? This is all my savings in the past two years."
"You bought a singing right for 750,000 yuan, what else do you want? Even the kings are not that big, right?"
Speaking of people with different fates, Wang Yuanyuan also made her debut in Metamorphosis. Taking advantage of the popularity at the time, she became an anchor while going to school.
The popularity was pretty good at first, and I gathered more than 500,000 fans in a short period of time. I opened a small outlet, and my life was quite comfortable, with an income of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan a month.
It wasn't until Fang Jing's rise in the second year that he was out of control. Without comparison, there would be no harm. He participated in a singing competition and won the championship, and later debuted at a New Year's Eve concert.
He continues to have hits, is soft on awards, and has gone through all the major variety shows. Now he is already on the front line of popularity, and in a few years he will probably be crowned king.
She felt that the difference between herself and Fang Jing was just a few songs. If someone wrote songs for her, she would still be popular.
Fang Jing sneered, "Then why don't you ask the King of Heaven to write it for you?"
Seven hundred and fifty thousand for a song, which is already dozens of times the market price. It is indeed the same price for the songs written by the king, but are they short of money?
The chef in a restaurant pays eight yuan for frying eggs and fried rice. It costs eight yuan for Li Chaoru in Hong Kong to fry rice. But can you use a salary of several thousand yuan to let Li Chaoren fry?
This is no longer a matter of money, there are many factors, but the most important thing is the mood of the person involved.
Fang Jing released enough songs last year. He will release one or two songs in the next year to maintain his popularity.
Just buy one for anyone who comes by. It’s too ostentatious! It’s not low-key!
"What they write may not necessarily be popular!" Wang Yuanyuan said with a sad face. She muttered in her heart, "If I could find the King of Heaven to write songs, I wouldn't come to you."
"I'm leaving tomorrow, do you plan to follow?"
It was his last day in Chengdu. If it weren't for Lu Yu, he would have left yesterday.
"I will follow you wherever you go? Anyway, there are so many people taking photos at the airport, so I can find you. I don't have much time. Ten days and a half will be no problem."
"Whatever you want!" Opening the door, Fang Jing entered the courtyard.
When he is busy, he flies to four or five cities a day. It would be strange if Wang Yuanyuan could keep up.
"Hey! I'm joking, I didn't want to talk to you. Eight hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand is enough? Just leave. I promise not to pester you."
"Does Fang Jing owe you eight hundred thousand?"
A voice came from behind. Wang Yuanyuan turned around and was startled. Seven or eight people were standing behind her. Some were filming with cameras and some were sorting their microphones. These people had just gotten off the car.
The person talking to her was a woman with short hair, sunglasses, and thin cheeks. She was wearing a black trench coat with a tie shirt underneath.
"You are..."
"My name is Lu Yu. I'm here to interview Fang Jing. What's wrong with you? Does Fang Jing owe you money? You shouldn't!"
The person who donated 10 million some time ago was chased home by 800,000 yuan in the blink of an eye. Although this was big news, Lu Yu felt that there must be some misunderstanding.
Fang Jing's current appearance price is very high, there is no need to be forced to this point by 800,000 yuan.
"It's not that he owes me." Wang Yuanyuan shook her head hurriedly and explained: "I gave him 800,000."
Of course she knew who Lu Yu was. He was a famous host, and there were cameras filming the scene. If Fang Jing was blackmailed, his team would not kill her.
"Why did you give him 800,000?" Lu Yu seemed to be very interested in this question without rushing in.
"I asked her to buy a song for 800,000 yuan, but he didn't buy it, so I squatted in front of his house."
"How much? Eight hundred thousand!"
Lu Yu was shocked when she heard this number. Not only her, but also the staff behind her were shocked. Her hand slipped and the camera almost fell to the ground without holding it firmly.
This is really infuriating. What does eight hundred thousand mean? The per capita income in the country is now only over three thousand (experts say.)
Ordinary people earn 800,000 yuan without eating or drinking for more than 20 years, but Fang Jing only paid for one song.
"That's 800,000!" Wang Yuanyuan looked downcast, "He won't do it to the death."
"Little girl, how long are you going to stay here? Aren't you going home?"
"I don't know either. I'll wait for three to five days and take a look. Maybe Fang Jing was impatient and wrote it to me."
The staff at the back smacked their lips, that's awesome! They squatted at the door to deliver money, but they only accepted it when they got tired of squatting.
"Is this Sister Lu Yu?" Fang Jing, who was washing vegetables in the balcony kitchen, raised his head and saw people outside through the window, so he shouted.
He had seen Lu Yu's profile yesterday, and even though he was wearing sunglasses, his figure and face were still recognizable.
Moreover, the staff at the back were still carrying cameras. At first, there was no one among them.
"It's me! Hello, Fang Jing!" Lu Yu waved to the window.
After drying his hands with a towel, Fang Jing went downstairs and opened the door. The yard was locked and they couldn't get in.
"Hello, Sister Lu Yu. Nice to meet you! Why didn't you call in advance? I'll pick you up. Isn't it hard to find a location?"
Fang Jing came down in less than two minutes. When he saw Wang Yuanyuan, he glared at her and told her to leave.
"That's what our program is like. You have to go to the door in person. You can do whatever you normally do in a day, and we will follow."
One day? Fang Jing thought about it for a moment. When he was at home, he seemed to sleep until about eight o'clock, sometimes nine o'clock. After eating and typing, he would make lunch and wait for Fang Hui.
I take a nap in the afternoon, wake up and play games, check my phone, code again in the evening, and then continue playing games.
If Lu Yu just shoots such a bunch of things, will their leader fire her?
"Want to come in?"
"If you want, just do what you usually do!" Lu Yu nodded, "The staff will pin the microphone on for you first, otherwise you won't be able to receive audio."
Lu Yu had been looking forward to this young genius since he arrived.
What does Fang Jing, an internet writer, music genius, and actor all in one, do all day long? I believe that a large number of fans and viewers would like to know just like her. The ratings are good.
"Please come in!" With the microphone attached, Fang Jing invited people into the yard. Seeing Wang Yuanyuan trying to sneak in, he immediately glared at her, "Sister, can you please stop participating?"
"I'll just take a look and won't disturb you."
"Alas!" Fang Jing sighed, nodded slightly, and whispered: "I'll write it for you later, but don't tell others that I wrote it. It's very troublesome for a bunch of people to ask me to write songs."
"Yeah! I definitely won't tell!"
"You go back now, I'm busy!"
"It's okay, you're busy, I'll wait for you at the canteen."
Fang Jing...
Are you afraid that I'll run away or something?
There are a lot of songs on the Internet, so just pick one up to pass the time. This is his idea, and he has never meant to deceive anyone.
What Fang Jing didn't know was that just as he was talking quietly, the radio of the staff in the commercial vehicle at the door had already picked up his voice.
Several staff members were dumbfounded and wondered whether they should get out of the car to remind them.