Chapter 470: Whoever donates the most takes the lead, no problem
After coughing slightly, Shen Hao said, "Let me make it clear that I didn't have much money from the lawsuit in the past few months, but charity must be paid attention to. This is not a matter of more money and less money."
"As Lao Guo said, donating more or less is up to your heart. So, let me donate a motorcade."
Shen Hao had already taken action, but Wang Xiaomin couldn't sit still. After thinking about it, she wrote her name on the sign and donated nine cars for 630,000 yuan, which was not a small amount.
The minimum donation is 700,000, but the reason for not adding 70,000 is to save face for Shen Hao, and also to take care of Yang Chaoyue and Yang Zi.
Shen Hao paid 700,000 yuan, and she paid 630,000 yuan. Yang Chaoyue and Yang Zi behind them could only pay under this price.
Not everyone is as rich as Fang Jing, especially Yang Zi, who doesn’t have a lot of savings and has almost lost all his previous termination fees.
Seeing so many celebrities suddenly disappear, Yang Chaoyue was angry: "These are really shameless to a certain extent. I didn't want to donate a penny when I came to the charity gala. Before, everyone took photos on stage faster than anyone else."
"Like Brother Shen, I donate a motorcade."
The angry young man got angry and asked Yang Chaoyue to donate 700,000 yuan. He said that he would fill in his name and the number of donated vehicles on the sign.
"It's all up to you as to how much you want to donate. There's no need to be angry." Fang Jing shook his head and said, "Charity is just a thought."
Celebrities' money does not come from strong winds, and artists are not all high-income earners. There are people in this industry ranging from millions to 800,000, but the only ones who can really earn tens of millions of dollars are those at the top of the pyramid.
Most actors play small roles or walk-on roles, and their wages are actually about the same as those of ordinary office workers.
Yang Chaoyue debuted for half a year, and although he made a lot of money, Fang Jing probably didn't make much either. According to his idea, no one would say anything if the newcomers donated two to three hundred thousand yuan.
"I don't have much money right now, so I'll donate four ambulances." Yang Zi finally said softly, "I'll make up for it later when I have money."
She is the poorest person in this table. She currently only has three or four million in the bank, which sounds like a lot, but her daily expenses are also huge. If an artist gets married, her money alone will be enough for her to drink a pot.
She plans to use the money for another year.
On the stage, Su Mang almost shouted, "Are there any more donations? Let's take action and help."
Now her heart is filled with tears. There are more than 600 celebrities. Although the second and third tiers account for the majority, hundreds of thousands are just drizzle for these artists, just a month's pocket money.
Just here, there are only more than 30 celebrities donating, which is a shockingly low proportion.
Under the stage, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone had their heads buried in Gu Zuoyan's words, as if they didn't hear Su Mang's words.
Although some people have left the scene, there are still many people who are as shameless as the city walls. Even if they don’t donate, I will eat until the end. What can you do to me?
Shen Hao usually has a thick face, but he can't stand it at this moment. Are these people so shameless? Is this a charity party?
If you don't want to donate, you can go to the "toilet" like the person who just left. No one will say anything, but if you leave nothing behind, you can really do it.
Based on his experience, he estimated that this group of people would come on stage and compete for a group photo at the end.
Shouting, Su Mang's eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Fang Jing. This man is a rich man and a real spender. He just doesn't know how much to donate, so he won't eat and drink for free, right?
Fang Jing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Su Mang. He picked up a marker on the table and wrote down his name and the number of donated vehicles.
"Boss, how much do you donate?" Yang Chaoyue stretched out her head in front of Fang Jing, her eyes widened when she saw the amount, "So much!"
"Let's go on stage. Don't keep people waiting. Let's try the feeling of the C position this time."
Holding everyone's sign in hand, Fang Jing's table lined up and walked onto the stage. Su Mang had a long-lost smile on his face, and many people turned their attention to him.
Taking over the table of cards from Fang Jing and others, Guo Degang said with a smile: "Hey, these are all artists from your company. They come together enough to do charity."
"Yang Zi's three convoys!"
"Wang Xiaomin's five convoys!"
"Yang Chaoyue's three convoys!"
"Shen Hao's three convoys!"
"Ten convoys from Fangjing!"
16.8 million, which is the number of Fang Jing's tables, accounting for half of the current donation. Fang Jing's 7 million is the highest.
"Come on, come on, stand over here and form a line." After hearing the twenty-four motorcades, Su Mang pulled Fang Jing and others into the middle and pushed away the artist who had donated a car and was competing for the C seat.
After reading it, Lao Guo was shocked. He read it carefully several times to make sure he read it correctly. It was more than 10 million. Harper's Bazaar has been charity for fifteen years. No one has ever donated so much, right?
Su Mang was happy, but Yang Chaoyue, Yang Zi, and Wang Xiaomin were extremely worried. They clearly didn't fill in this number.
Yang Chaoyue counted on her fingers. Shen Hao had a fleet, he had a fleet, Yang Zi had four vehicles, and Wang Xiaomin had nine vehicles. The total was thirty-three vehicles, worth 2.31 million.
Fang Jing's ten fleets totaled seven million, which was less than ten million in total. Who can tell her how the extra six million and eighty million came from?
"Ahem!" Wang Xiaomin coughed lightly, turned around, and wanted to take the sign back from the staff to confirm again. Five fleets, 3.5 million, would cost her her life.
In unison, Shen Hao and Yang Zi stared in the direction of Wang Xiaomin. Not only Yang Chaoyue, but all three of them suspected that they had been tricked by Lao Guo.
"Where are you going? Come back and stand still!" Fang Jing grabbed Wang Xiaomin's wrist and pulled her back.
Face flushed, Wang Xiaomin whispered: "But...I..."
"I know, I helped you change it, and I'll pay for it."
He was holding several people's brands in his hand. On the way to the stage, he suddenly changed his mind and changed it with a pen, which led to the scene just now.
He didn't like people who took advantage of the charity party to gain popularity. He ate delicious food for free, and he was upright and upright after taking the stage.
"Go a little to the left and come closer. Brother, don't block the road. Yang Chaoyue, why are you and Yang Zi running behind? Stand over here."
Fang Jing gave up the C position to Wang Xiaomin, and Shen Hao, Yang Zi and Yang Chaoyue were also arranged by him.
The stage was very big. Compared with the crowded stage where seventy or eighty celebrities were on stage before, it was not too spacious now. After the arrangement of the scenery, there were only five of them left in the first row, and the others were arranged in the back according to the amount of donations.
Go to the station with the most donations, old man, there’s nothing wrong with it!
Seeing Fang Jing doing this, Guo Degang couldn't help but laugh. Someone in the audience on both sides shouted "Hello", followed by a wave of cheers and applause.
During the previous opening, in order to compete for the C position, the first-line actresses used all their magical powers, slipped off their shoulder-length clothes, used the celebrity seats to make people stand aside, and stood in the middle while chatting...
Well now, whoever donates the most will stand in the front. Even if you are on the front line, you have to stand behind if you donate one or two hundred thousand.
Wang Xiaomin was suddenly pushed to position C by Fang Jing and stood there, feeling a little uneasy. There were several front lines standing behind her, and they couldn't afford to offend any of them.
"Everyone is standing, ready to take pictures, three, two, one, that's it!"
A few meters below the stage, the food in the hands of 70 or 80 media outlets flashed incessantly, and the click of the shutter was extremely sweet.
After taking the group photo, Fang Jing and Wang Xiaomin did not return to their seats, but went to the staff to handle the follow-up procedures. The money must be paid, otherwise it would be a fraudulent donation.