"This girl has no eyesight at all." Fang Jing closed the door and said, "The battlefield has not been cleaned, why did she come in?"
The chairs were arranged neatly, the paper towels were thrown into the trash can, and the desk was wiped clean with towels. Yang Ning then sat down, rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't it because of you?"
Fang Jing cursed, wondering who told him not to stop just now. "Okay, okay, blame me. Tell me, how to arrange it?"
"You're in a hurry now." Yang Ning glanced disdainfully, looked at the information carefully, and after a while checked the school information online.
This is a music-affiliated middle school. The grade is a bit low, but it matches Fang Jing. He has no ability to teach college students. He has no problem teaching a bunch of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds.
"I think you can go to this school."
"What about work? Can't get into movies, TV series, or variety shows?"
"Go up, go up, go up, you know, are you a Teddy?" Yang Ning gritted her teeth and kept poking Fang Jing's head with her jade fingers.
"I... am I talking about that one?" Fang Jing felt aggrieved, "It's not like you don't know what's going on in the entertainment industry. Who will remember you if you haven't shown up in a year and a half?"
"I'm still young. I'm afraid I have to wait twenty or thirty years for these old-age care matters."
"Who said you should teach every day?" Yang Ning threw the information on the table, "Specially appointed teacher, you are responsible for teaching electives. There are seven or eight classes in a semester. You should have this time, right?"
What the school needs is Fang Jing's reputation, and it doesn't want to keep him around every day.
"Yes, yes, but..."
"But what?" Yang Ning stared at her with beautiful eyes, "Don't tell me that you can't teach a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old kids. Aren't you pretty good at night?"
"I...can't I just go?"
"That's pretty much it." She glanced at her phone and saw that she was about to get off work. Yang Ning stood up and said, "Let's go. Come to my place today. I'll make you some yin and yang nourishing dishes in the evening to keep you energetic."
"I still have something to do, why don't I do it another day?"
"Come again?"
Fang Jing: Did the little fairy have any misunderstanding?
In the evening, while Yang Ning was cooking in the kitchen, Fang Jing was lying on the sofa with his hands on his hands and scrolling through his mobile phone. A hot search came to mind. The protagonist of the story was Wu Jing, who was scolded by a writer named Liu from the Writers Association, saying that he made money without donating money.
Looking at this hot search, Fang Jing smiled. Wu Jing was lying on his back. It would take a few days for the box office split to come out. Someone was forcing him to donate even before Mao saw it.
There were many people who agreed with the key, all clamoring for Wu Jing to donate money.
"Take it from the people and use it for the people. Why don't you, Wu Jing, donate some money? Six billion. If you just donate three to five billion, it's just a drop in the bucket."
“If I don’t donate so much money, how can I be worthy of the audience who buys tickets to go to the cinema?”
"When it was released, it was all about patriotism. After making money, you didn't know how to donate. This is what a star is."
"This is the gap and realm. It is also about making money. How much did Fang Jing donate? By the way, I heard that Fang Jing also made more than one billion in Wolf Warriors 2. Did he donate? Does anyone know? Call him out."
"No need to call, I haven't donated yet." Fang Jing commented directly below, "The box office split hasn't been released yet, please don't be fooled."
"Charity is never about comparison. Donating more or less is all based on your heart. I mortgaged my house while filming Wolf Warrior 2 and borrowed money from everywhere. I haven't recovered yet."
"Bullshit, ask yourselves, where did this money come from?" Writer Liu Daxin saw Fang Jing appearing and rushed over to him, "Didn't the audience give it to you?"
"I've given you so much money, what's wrong with giving back a little to society? Why are celebrities being paid so much now?"
Liu Daxin is a well-known troll, and he specializes in trolling celebrities. Zhao Liying, Yang Mi, and the Four Returned Sons have all been trolled by him.
Sometimes he doesn't care if a female celebrity wears a transparent tube top skirt.
Fang Jing wonders whether he has to take care of the sexual life of other couples as well as the sky and the earth.
"Oh, according to you, your writers rely on readers to pay for their manuscripts, so why don't you donate some?"
"Can it be the same?" Liu Daxin scolded: "How much do I pay? How much do you pay?"
Fang Jing became interested, "Is this a matter of more money and less money? That's not what you meant just now."
Some people are born in the year of barbell, and they want to barbell everything they see. Stars can make money quickly, but they don’t come with strong winds. This is a profession.
Donate as much or as little as you want, there is no need for moral kidnapping. If you donate, everyone welcomes it. If you don’t donate, forget it.
"Then I will donate one month's salary, and you will also donate one month's salary?" Liu Daxin was also angry when Fang Jing came up against him.
"Okay, don't say one month, let's donate for one year, you donate one year's salary, and I will donate one year's salary."
"Okay! Everyone, be a witness. I will donate one year's salary, and Fang Jing will also donate one year's salary."
Seeing Fang Jing take the bait, Liu Daxin was overjoyed. How much was his annual salary? How much was Fang Jing's salary? "I donated 80,000 yuan a year in my work unit. This is a donation record. You can't lie about it."
Liu Daxin donated dead wages, not royalties. He quickly found the Red Cross and posted screenshots after donating. He wanted to make Fang Jing's life difficult.
No matter what the outcome of this game is, he is the winner. He will gain a lot of fans in the future. With fans, will there be fewer opportunities to make money?
Back and forth, the two started to talk and kept leaning forward. More and more people were watching the battle, and some felt sorry for Fang Jing.
People like Liu Daxin are basically like gangsters. There is no need to fight with anyone they bite. As long as they don't talk, they will stop on their own in a short time.
As long as someone opens his mouth, he can bark all day long.
"There is no equality in the first place. How much does Liu Daxin cost you? How much does Fang Jing cost? If you have the skills, let's compete. I am engaged in self-media and I am also a fan. I make more than 400 a month. I will donate for a year and you will donate one too."
Nian, do you dare?"
"I write Internet articles, and I earn 600 full-time every month, and I also rely on my book friends to support me. Let's compare."
"It's been a long time since I've seen you, and there's actually someone who is trying to trick Fang Jing. How much money has he donated since his debut? Your surname Liu was probably still playing Tank Boy and Contra when he was twenty years old."
"Sister Ning, how much is my annual salary in the company?" Fang Jing put down his cell phone and shouted to Yang Ning.
"You have so much money, I'm the one in charge now."
Fang Jing was depressed, "Don't I have a job? What I'm asking about is the money from the job."
"A hundred thousand or so!" Yang Ning didn't even raise her head.
"I just asked. My salary in Nanjing is more than 100,000 yuan a year. I suffer some losses, so I'll give you 200,000 yuan." Fang Jing quickly typed a line, then donated money and posted a screenshot.
"You fart!" Liu Daxin's face turned red. With Fang Jingcai's salary, who would believe it?
"I will testify for him." Suddenly, Xu Shi, the third uncle of the Nanpai School, jumped out, "He gets dividends. He usually does not work but does not do anything. His salary is really small."
"When I was here, he didn't have so many, but he didn't receive many awards. I gave them employee awards in a black way."
Fang Jing logged into the personal tax app, found the company's tax payment records for the past year and sent them, "Look, these are monthly tax records, certified by the state. You don't think I'm cheating, right?"
On the other side, Liu Daxin was about to curse when he suddenly found that his Weibo account had been blocked and almost spit out blood.
He has been operating this account for several years, and has accumulated more than 300,000 followers. Hard Anal Fangjing has gained 70,000 to 80,000 followers, and now it will be blocked as soon as the official said.
The subsequent business plan hasn't even started yet, I've lost 80,000 yuan in vain, and my heart is bleeding.