Seeing Fang Jing singing, the planner of China's Strongest Voice lit up, and immediately came up with a plan and ran to the assistant station's office.
"What are you talking about? Asking Fang Jing to write a song for the champion contestant? Are you crazy? Do you know how expensive his song is? Should you pay for it or should I?"
Wiping the spit off his face, the planner cursed mmp in his mind and said with a smile: "Chen Tai, listen to me first."
The deputy director’s surname is Chen. Usually when An Quan is away, everyone calls him Chen Tai. They don’t dare to mention the subtitle. Although it is true that it is deputy director, who dares to call him deputy director all day long, unless he doesn’t want to mix up.
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"I know that writing songs by Fang Jing is very expensive. I asked around, and it's probably between more than 4 million to 6 million. Custom-made songs may be more expensive."
"I know you're still saying that! Don't you know the program's funds are tight?"
The deputy director's saliva was like rain, mist and wind, blowing on his face with a faint earthy smell... Bah! It smells like chives!
You old man, can't you let me finish what I have to say first? It was very hard to endure the planning, and he really wanted to punch this old guy.
If he were the director of the station, he would eat durian and talk to the old guy every day.
"Director, the wool comes from the sheep. I didn't say we had to pay for the money. The station has put the money in advance. We will ask whoever Fang Jing writes the song for. Not only do we want it, but we want it hard."
"What do you mean?" The deputy director is not stupid, otherwise he would not be able to achieve this position. "Speak clearly!"
The old guy finally listened to what others said, and the planner burst into tears, "That's it, we announced that we will mention the reward for the champion. In addition to the trophy, we will also have a scene to create a song tailored for the champion."
"This will not only create gimmicks and suspense, but the program's ratings will definitely increase greatly. There are companies behind the contestants, and each of them will pay a portion of the songwriting fee. Wouldn't that make money?"
"What's a portion?"
"The less is hundreds of thousands, the more is two million."
After pondering for a few seconds, the deputy station frowned and said: "Why are some brokerage companies unable to afford this money?"
Except for the dozen or so big companies that came here to compete, all the others came with the idea of using their small money to make a big difference. They couldn't afford to pay hundreds of thousands.
But it also depends on the person. If the company focuses on cultivating seed players, they will pay not to mention hundreds of thousands, even millions.
I'm afraid that some companies are trying to cast a wide net and pay tens of thousands of yuan in registration fees to give it a try. It would be better to win the championship. If not, they can still make money by entering the top ten.
"I have thought of this for a long time!" The planner smiled confidently, as if everything was under control, "Only the top ten will have the chance to win Fang Jingge. When the time comes, we will let each of the top ten pay 500,000."
With a smile, the planner continued: "This is not over yet. Some people will definitely be eliminated from the top ten, and those eliminated will naturally not be able to sing Fang Jing's songs."
"But the top five are there! When it comes to the top five, each person will pay another 500,000, and Fang Jing's song is right in front of them. I don't believe that their management company won't pay. Even if the management company doesn't pay, I guess they have some financial resources.
The players will all contribute the money themselves.”
"The same routine was used for the top three. Each person continued to add 500,000, and the first one million was paid. Now that Fang Jingge is so close, only a fool would not pay."
“I won’t say much about the championship battle. It’s unreasonable to refuse to give up at this time!!”
"hiss!"
The deputy director took a deep breath and stared with wide eyes at this shady plan, one after another, which cost nearly ten million along the way.
Although Fang Jing's songs are expensive, they don't cost tens of millions. You can still make a lot of money behind the scenes by buying his songs.
Once the ratings are there, you still need a favor to buy a song with a high price, and the other party has to thank him.
The champion player who spent 2 million yuan to buy the scene would probably make him laugh out of his dreams.
Hello, hello, hello everyone! A win-win situation.
Of course, this is done in private, and the audience in front of the TV will not know. The players and the company have confidentiality agreements, and they are not afraid of being exposed.
"I still need to think about this matter, you go out first." The deputy stage manager waved his hand, before telling the planner not to talk nonsense when he went out.
The planner had already imagined what it would be like when he was promoted, and happily left the office. After he left, the deputy picked up his cell phone and made a call.
"Hey, Director, I have a plan..."
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After Fang Jing finished singing, he gave the harmonica in his hand to the girl in the front row who was crying and her eyes were red.
"Brother Jing, it's really a waste of time for you to act in a TV series with your conditions." Fang Jing sat down at the instructor's table and Shen Hao said with a smile.
"What are you talking about? Are you looking down on us actors?" On the side, Yang Mi didn't give him a good look, "What's wrong with Fang Jing being an actor? He's doing well now."
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Fortunately, Brother Jing has been acting this year, otherwise we would not have jobs."
"you……"
Several people were wearing microphones, and their voices could be heard by the whole audience, which made some audience members laugh.
"Thank you to the four instructors for their passionate singing. It was truly an auditory feast. To paraphrase a netizen, my ears almost became pregnant."
Hearing the host's exaggerated tone, Shen Hao curled up his lips slightly. Apart from Fang Jing and him, the other two people here didn't sing very well. Yang Mi didn't say lip-syncing, and Lu Feifei made several wrong notes.
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He didn't want to know about the auditory feast, but he was interested in the feast of the sea and sky and pregnancy.
"Next, let's invite today's first contestant to appear..."
Talent shows are not arranged randomly. Generally, the contestants who can appear first have a background. They appear in many scenes and have a lot of time to talk. If nothing goes wrong, promotion will not be a problem.
There are about twenty contestants' information in front of Fang Jing. These are the contestants who will be on stage in this period. Those who are in red must pass. The girl who is on stage now is called Bian Xiurong, one of the must-pass list.
The contestants came on stage to sing. Fang Jing casually looked at the information about the remaining nineteen. Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar name, Yang Chaoyue, seventeen years old, from a certain agency.
The company is not well-known, so it is not included in the program's must-have list. If she wants to enter the top ten, she can only defeat people like her.
"I first knew this world once upon a time
"Wandering around"
"Looking at the horizon seems to be before your eyes"
"I am willing to go through fire and water to get it over again."
"Now walking through this world"
"Wandering around"
"Looking at different faces over time"
"I burst into your smile unexpectedly"
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Bian Xiurong sang Fang Jing's "The Wind Rises", which was obviously directed at him.
The rules of China's Strongest Voice Competition are somewhat similar to that of Good Voice. The mentor selects the students, and if none of the four mentors is chosen, they will be eliminated.
At this time, if she sings her mentor's songs, she will definitely have a great advantage, and maybe the mentor will take her under his wing as soon as he is happy.
Ignoring Bian Xiurong's loving eyes, Fang Jing listened and looked down at her information.
Bian Xiurong, a trainee for half a year, graduated from the Conservatory of Music, worked as an anchor for a period of time, has no stage fright, has experience, and has a good foundation.
Fang Jing nodded slightly when he heard his breathing was orderly and without a single mispronouncement. This ability was actually something he could pass even if the program team didn't take care of him.
"What's your name, little girl? Please introduce yourself first!" Yang Mi asked after she finished singing, knowing what she was talking about.
"My name is Bian Xiurong, a student at the Conservatory of Music. I am twenty-three years old and just graduated last year!"