Standing at the back, Wang Xiaomin's face turned red from suppressing it. However, most of the celebrities on the stage had not interacted with each other, and no one helped her. She was pushed from left to right, and then from front to back. She doubted whether the camera could see her.
thing.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come. Wouldn't it be nice to watch TV alone at home?
After the group photo was taken, he stepped off the stage in a depressed mood, imitated Yang Chaoyue's example, drank a few drinks, and ate honestly.
"Sister Xiaomin, you seem a little unhappy?"
"No, I'm very happy and my appetite is not bad."
Fang Jingxiao asked: "How do you feel up there?"
"It's okay, that's actually the case." Wang Xiaomin continued: "If a person is popular, he will be the focus of attention everywhere. If he is not popular, he will be on stage where the cameras in the back row cannot see him."
"You're right." Yang Chaoyue pointed to a stack of business cards on the table and said, "After you left just now, many people came to say hello to the boss. Look, there are so many business cards."
Most of the people who are looking for Fang Jing are actors and singers, just for the sake of forming a good relationship and being familiar with each other. Maybe Fang Jing will find them suitable and cast them in his next movie or write a song for them or something like that.
"Aren't you hot?" Fang Jing rolled his eyes and took off his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt.
On the stage, Guo Degang took over Hua Shao's position and presided over the next section of work. Although he was far away, Fang Jing could clearly see the sweat on his head and kept wiping it with his hands.
"It's hot, so we came here wearing skirts. I can't wait to finish it now and go back to rest."
This time it was just a matter of making up the numbers for fun. Yang Chaoyue was not very concerned about it. She was too concerned about whether it could be exposed. As for donating money, she would rather donate it to the Fang Jing Foundation.
"Director Feng is invited to come on stage. What we are going to shoot this time is a painting. Hey, it's cold and snowy. It makes me feel a lot cooler after seeing it."
Feng Xiaogang auctioned his paintings for charity this time, and all proceeds from the auction were naturally donated.
"Since it's a charity gala, let's be auspicious and start with 90,000, okay?"
Afraid of being slapped in the face, Feng Xiaogang did not quote a high price. If no one bought it for a while, it would be a big loss. 90,000 was not much, it could be said to be very low, and everyone present could afford it.
It shows that you are humble and gives others a way to increase their prices.
"Two hundred thousand!" Guo Degang shouted with a microphone when he saw someone raising a placard.
Feng Xiaogang also turned around to look, wanting to see who was so polite and giving him face. Hmm, he looked a bit familiar. He seemed to be an actor. He might consider it for his next movie.
"Four hundred thousand!"
"Six hundred thousand!"
"Eight hundred thousand!"
The price of raising a card once was 200,000. There were so many artists at the scene, and there were many people who wanted to flatter themselves. It didn't take long to reach 2 million. In the middle of the process, Shen Hao raised the card twice and smiled at Feng Xiaogang.
It’s enough to make people remember it, but if he continues to take pictures, he has a problem with his brain. How many millions are there? What’s wrong with buying something? Buying a painting to hang at home for who to see?
"Wow! Is this painting so good?" Yang Chaoyue was shocked when she heard the price of three million.
Although she is not highly educated, she still knows some basic common sense. Most living famous artists are of this price. But is Feng Xiaogang a famous person? Obviously not, he just paints for fun.
Yang Zi said softly: "It doesn't matter whether the painting is good or not, the main thing is who the author is."
Every time he made a quotation, Guo Degang would shout out the name of the bidder. In order to show his face in front of Feng Xiaogang, some actors adjusted the price to death.
If you can catch Feng Xiaogang's eye, buying a painting for three to five million won't be a big loss.
Therefore, what people buy is not paintings, but favors and business.
A few minutes later, the painting was bought by a second-tier actor for five million. He went on stage to pick up the painting and took a group photo. It was done.
Su Mang successfully raised five million and was very happy. A painting by Feng Xiaogang was sold for a sky-high price. It would be a good news if word spread about it in the future. Buyers also took this opportunity to recognize Feng Xiaogang, hello, me, hello everyone.
"The next step is to donate for love. Several signs will be distributed on each table. If you want to donate, please write down how many ambulances you want to donate. One ambulance will cost RMB 70,000, and a fleet of ten vehicles will cost RMB 700,000. Let me start by introducing some ideas.
, donate four fleets.”
As soon as Guo Degang finished speaking, Su Mang walked onto the stage with a microphone and said with a smile: "We will read the names of the donors in a moment, and those who have read them please come on stage and take a group photo."
Every year at the Charity Bazaar, there are many people who eat and drink for free and spend nothing for a visit. Anyway, their names are not announced afterwards. No one knows who they are, but Su Mang knows!
Ninety percent of the artists come here to enjoy the red carpet and expand their social circle, and only a few donate.
In order to avoid this situation, this year she adopted the method of counting votes. For every old woman who donated, one person was invited to the stage to see if you were embarrassed down there.
What scares me the most is the sudden silence in the air. As soon as Su Mang finished speaking, many people went to the exit to "go to the toilet." Seven to eight hundred people left in just a few minutes, and it was visible to the naked eye that most of the place was empty.
Fang Jing was sitting on his phone playing with his cell phone without raising his head. Shen Hao was about to retreat, but when Fang Jing didn't move, he didn't move. Yang Zi and the others sat like pincushions.
It's okay to donate money, but I don't know how much to donate. They can't compare with Fang Jing, and they don't have billions.
If Fang Jing ordered them to donate three to five million, there would be no way to explain it.
"Ahem! Brother Fang, stop playing with your phone, it's time for donation!"
Fang Jing is playing Honor of Kings. Don't mention it, wf is really easy to use. It doesn't have any lag at all and it's smooth.
He raised his head after hearing Shen Hao's words, "Hey, why are so many people empty?"
"I'm going to the bathroom, should we go?"
Shen Hao bit hard on the word "toilet". As long as Fang nodded, he would immediately apply oil on the soles of his feet and urinate, saving millions without losing money.
"If you want to go, just go. Why do you ask me?"
Picking up the sign on the table, Fang Jing looked at the rules and smiled. No wonder so many people went to the toilet. Su Mang really did it this time.
Yang Chaoyue, Wang Xiaomin and others were waiting for him to fill in the numbers, and they all looked at him without moving.
"Look at what I'm doing. I'm here just for the sake of it. You can donate whatever you want, according to your ability. I only donated 300,000 when I first came here."
You are here, but it doesn’t make sense not to donate a penny. This is a charity gala, so you don’t have to come if you don’t want to donate, but it is a bit too much to come and not donate a penny.
In order not to leave any gossip, Fang Jing also asked several people to donate some amount.
"Mr. Xu has three cars. Where is Mr. Xu? Come up and take a photo."
"Yang Yang has one fleet and Zhen Shikai has five."
"Then form a convoy!"
"Zhang Yixing has a fleet!"
"Wu You has six cars. Who is Wu You?" Holding the sign, Lao Guo was confused. Is there such a person in the entertainment industry?
Beside, the staff reminded in a low voice, "Wu You is Wu Jing's child."
Due to work reasons, Wu Jing did not go to the scene, but he donated six ambulances in the name of his children, which he had filled in early.
Signs were kept being handed to the stage, and names were read one by one. Within a few minutes, there was a huge crowd of people standing backstage... There were about fifty people, more than ten of whom were entrepreneurs, and more than thirty celebrities.
Compared to the previous scene of shouting for millions to auction a painting, it seems particularly ironic now.