Chapter Three Hundred and Eighteen: The Good Fortune Boy in the Entertainment Industry
The next day, Fang Jing was ranked as the top trending search topic before he even got up, and tens of millions of people online discussed his donation again.
"This is the real star. It is made by the people and used by the people. Fang Jing has set a good example for the younger generation."
"As a public figure, every word and deed affects a large number of fans who care about him. The idol is full of positive energy, and fans will also be indirectly encouraged."
"Those who swear and do uncivilized behavior in public don't know how to say it's their private matter."
“As expected of Fang Jing, we were not disappointed!”
"This is so early in the morning, I finally saw something positive. I give Fang Ding a thumbs up!"
"Brother, you can still sleep!" In the morning, Fang Jing was woken up by Yang Ning's phone call in his sleep.
Squinting his tired eyes, Fang Jing replied in a daze: "What's the matter?"
"Did your Weibo get hacked yesterday? Was it you who posted about donating tens of millions?"
"It's me, that's right!"
Turning over, Fang Jing picked up a glass of water from the bedside table and drank it. He exhaled and his mind became clearer.
“Awesome!!”
On the phone, Yang Ning blurted out two words for a long time.
She was really convinced, and she donated tens of millions at will. No wealthy person was that rich, and there was only one person in the entertainment industry who could do such a thing.
"Since it was you who donated it, get up quickly and contact me early in the morning to ask if this is really the case. If so, then we will hold a first donation ceremony to make you look good."
"These tens of millions are not in vain!" Fang Jing chuckled.
The official approach is very practical. They have spent tens of millions. It is unjustifiable for them to do nothing, but they cannot give too many rewards. They can only hold a press conference, give verbal praise, send out small banners and so on.
"Come on, give me tens of millions and I'll give it to you, good boy!"
Now Fang Jing has an additional nickname, the money-loving boy in the entertainment industry, and the label is that he is young and rich, but a bit naive.
Two days later, Yang Ningguo picked him up and took him to the airport. The first donation ceremony was in the capital, Yanjing, and they had to rush there now.
"You're really good at it. You donated the money before it was warm, and you didn't discuss it with me in advance."
"I thought it wasn't much, so just donate. I didn't know it would cause such a big fuss."
Yang Ning rolled her eyes at Fang Jing and said, "I'll give you ninety points for pretending. I'll give you the remaining ten points because I'm afraid you'll be proud."
Tens of millions is not much, are you talking in human language?
Looking closer, Yang Ning exhaled like blue and whispered mysteriously: "Honestly, do you have a girlfriend?"
"this……"
Fang Jing touched his chin and looked at Yang Ning. He had a beautiful and charming face, with the front and back curved.
Even though he is a little older, he doesn't know whether he is thirty-two or thirty-three. He has never heard her say it, but he can't handle it at his age, which is like a wolf and a tiger.
I haven't seen him being eaten to death on a regular basis.
"Ahem! I'm afraid we are not suitable for each other. You are still older than me."
"Bah! What are you thinking about!" Yang Ning spat, her face turned slightly red and she said, "I have a cousin, do you want to consider it?"
If it were any other artist, Yang Ning would definitely not recommend falling in love at a young age, as this would have a huge impact on the career.
But Fang Jing was different. She finally understood that this guy's thoughts were not in the entertainment industry at all, he had no ambition at all, and he might end up hiding behind the scenes at some point.
"Yang Siwei?" Fang Jing opened his eyes wide.
"roll!"
"It's not her! Why don't you two meet up if you have time? After getting to know each other for a few years, we're almost old enough to get married."
"No! I don't want to think about this for now!" Seeing that Yang Ning wanted to ask again, Fang Jing curled his lips, "Are you too busy to interfere with my marriage?"
"As a professional agent, of course I need to understand your preferences, and I can also provide reference for relationships! Seriously, what type do you like?"
"Luoli? Sister Yu, you have big breasts? How about you consider me? I'm not bad either."
"hehe!"
Lai De ignored her, Fang Jing shook his head and said nothing. Children only chose one, and adults wanted all.
…
Noon, Yanjing.
Several men in their forties or fifties with resolute faces and wearing police uniforms shook hands with Fang Jing.
Not understanding police titles, Fang Jing couldn't recognize the meaning of the flowers on his shoulders, but judging from his age and the person following him, he must be of high status.
"Young man, thank you for your donation. I thank you on behalf of those comrades who sacrificed their lives."
"Uncle policeman, this is what I should do. My little effort is nothing compared to their hard work."
"No one's money comes from the strong wind. I accept your wishes. Since you called me uncle policeman, I will say a few more words. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."
"When you stand in that position, your words and deeds do not represent you alone. Fans will learn from you in some things. You have to set an example for them!"
"Yes! I know! I will never do anything illegal!"
"Hahaha!" After explaining the same truth, he didn't expect to get this sentence in return. The middle-aged man couldn't laugh or cry.
But that's fine, as long as they don't lead young people into bad ways.
Nowadays, fans are so crazy that they will say anything in order to whitewash their idols. In their eyes, their idol’s attracting fans is a trivial matter. They call it high pressure and it’s all for the sake of art!
He was just wearing clothes. If it weren't for his work image, he would have wanted to slap him. Is saying this worthy of sacrificing hundreds of drug police officers every year?
Every bullet fired on one of his colleagues has a share of money funded by drug addicts.
"Fang Jing, this is our session, you should understand it first." A staff member in police uniform gave him a process card.
"Thanks!"
The process is very simple. You go up on stage to hold a donation sign, say a few words, award outstanding youth banners, and take a group photo.
Thirty million was too long, so Fang Jing picked up the donation sign and blocked most of the people around him.
…
"Thumbs up for him, an outstanding young man from China."
"What were you doing when you were twenty? He donated 40 million and helped hundreds of thousands of people every year."
"Artists must first learn artistic ethics, then only then can they become real stars."
"The great chivalrous person serves the country and the people!"
In the afternoon, dozens of media outlets reported on Fang Jing’s donation. The official WeChat account, People’s Daily, Youth Daily, and Communist Youth League all forwarded it, and magazines such as Readers and Youth Digest also wrote articles praising it.
Some media people also quoted the legend of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, saying that the great hero serves the country and the people.
The meager trending search the day before yesterday had just passed, and now it has exploded again.
"It's only 20,000 yuan, what's the meaning of the last sentence?"
“If you don’t climb the Great Wall, you’re not a true man!”
"Yes, yes! I didn't understand it before and asked the teacher who the Great Wall was. Now that I see this scene, it really means something special."
"So this is the reason why you are lying on the ground tired?" Yang Ning rolled her eyes at Fang Jing.
On a rare trip to Yanjing, Fang Jing suggested climbing the Great Wall. Unexpectedly, he was already frothing at the mouth and lying on the ground panting within a few hours.
"Superficial, am I not experiencing the culture of poetry?"
Yang Ning sneered, "If it were noon on a hoeing day, you wouldn't be able to go to heaven!"