This kind of session is prepared for old singers or very popular celebrities, and is just the icing on the cake.
Considering that Fang Jing debuted late and had little foundation, Yang Ning had no intention of letting him get involved. There was still some hope for next year.
"No, Sister Ning! If we can't get first place, we can still get second place! Besides, the important thing is to participate, so there's no harm in giving it a try."
On the other side, Yang Ning was sitting on the sofa wearing a bathrobe, "To put it lightly, do you have a fan club? This kind of situation cannot be reached by brushing up."
"With the speed of your rise, if we settle down for a year, you will almost have the strength to compete by this time next year."
On the New Year's Eve night, there were five or six first-tier celebrities, and more than a dozen second-tier celebrities. Plus Wu Fan and Lu Yan, members of the idol group, Yang Ning really had no confidence in Fang Jing.
"Okay, if you don't participate, you won't participate. But Sister Ning, can you get me some tickets?"
"Okay." Yang Ning thought Fang Jing had a friend coming, "Each artist has three tickets, and I have five more in my hand. I'll give you all eight. Come to the company to get them tomorrow."
"Thank you Sister Ning!"
After chatting on the phone, Fang Ding opened the group that Shen Hao had recently joined. There were thirty or forty artists in it, most of whom were company personnel.
Not to mention, although Shen Hao is just a wallflower, he is really good at forming cliques and building relationships.
Fang Jing first made a bubbly comment, and then several people came out. Everyone chatted for a while, and gradually more and more people participated.
Seeing that the time was almost there, Fang Jing reluctantly spoke up and said he wanted to buy some New Year's Eve tickets at a high price.
"Hey! What did I think? I gave you all three cards in my hand."
"Me too. Anyway, I don't have many friends here. As for the money, Brother Jing, don't worry about it. How much is it worth?"
"I have six of them, and I can exchange them for a meal."
…
In less than ten minutes, Fang Jing received twenty-four, and all he paid for it was a hot pot meal after the performance.
It's not that he doesn't want to buy tickets online, the ticket price is not expensive, 220 a ticket, and there are so many celebrities on New Year's Eve, this is simply a bargain price.
But the tickets were sold out as early as a week ago, and now you can't buy them. Fang Jing doesn't know scalpers, so he can only find a way here.
"Boss, what have you been doing recently?"
"I'll work overtime, what can I do?"
"Are you going to work on New Year's Eve?"
After getting on the bus, Chang He, who looked tired, typed a line with one hand, "Get on if you want to, and if you don't want to, don't."
Fang Jing: "Domineering!"
"That's right, you don't even know who I am. If the editor dares to say anything, he will be fired in a minute. I will pack up and go back to my hometown tomorrow."
"I'm not going to work to watch New Year's Eve! This is the sports center." Ignoring this paper tiger, Fang Jing got to the point.
His eyes lit up, and Chang He suddenly became energetic. He knew how difficult it was to buy tickets for the New Year's Eve party. Nowadays, unscrupulous scalpers sell them for thousands.
Since Fang Jing invited him to go, it must be that he didn't have to pay for it, and it just so happened that the family member was pressing hard.
"I really want to go, but I don't have money to buy a ticket. I'm under a lot of pressure on my mortgage, and my scalp is getting colder and colder during this period."
Fang Jing's lips twitched. Others said he believed he didn't have money, but there are so many old editors in Changhe, and they have many great people working for them, so how could they have no money?
Moreover, he may have made a lot of money from his Zhu Xianzhi, and now he is urged to write a new book whenever he has time.
"Haha! Can you pay for my invitation? Isn't this a slap in the face? Others in the group will laugh to death if this is spread."
"Twenty-six are all given to you! You can choose any position."
"Fuck! Is this true? I can't even use up all the tickets?" Changhe's hand shook and his phone almost hit the ground of the carriage.
"If you don't use it all, share some with other brothers and sisters in the group. It's better to have fun alone than to have fun together!"
Chang He smiled, his feelings were waiting here! He was sure that this was Fang Jing's purpose.
"No reward for no merit, tell me, what do you want to do?"
"Ahem! Let me do you a little favor. There will be a mobile phone voting session. Just vote for me."
"But you only have more than 20 votes, and you have more than 20 people at most. How many votes can you cast?"
Fang Jing has a black line on his forehead. This guy is pretending to be confused because he understands. He means to let the experts in the group help promote it.
These authors have been writing books for many years and have a large number of fans, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands. In terms of influence, their influence is no less than that of third-tier stars.
Take Tang San as an example. His novel has more than one billion clicks and pays 100 million in taxes every year. What is this concept?
This ability to attract money can only be matched by top-tier stars, and many second-tier stars earn less than he pays in taxes in a year.
"Hahaha! I'm just kidding! Okay, I'll help you get it done, but you have to agree in advance when will you publish a new book?"
"You've almost rested. Many readers are crying for support. Although your career is important, you can't let go of your hobbies!"
Chang He spoke earnestly and earnestly, and tried to persuade Fang Jing. If he didn't write a new book, he would have to pay back his mortgage, and his scalp would get cold from working overtime every day.
"Years ago, did I open the business years ago?" Fang Jing thought for a few seconds before answering.
"Oh no! Let me know in advance when the time comes! We two brothers will continue to cooperate."
"OK!"
Putting down his phone, Fang Jing's eyes moved slightly. He was indeed not as popular as other singers, but he had already released his golden songs. How could he not create some momentum?
Even if he didn't get the best popularity, he still took this opportunity to attract a wave of fans. He didn't touch the remaining six tickets and planned to give them to people in his book club.
Many of these people have supported us all the way. Asking anyone in Shanghai is a way of giving back.
…
"The unsheathed sword is murderous"
"The windy and moonless battlefield"
Turning off his cell phone, Changhe hummed a tune and crossed his legs. The seat that was originally waist-high was no longer hard and was more comfortable than a dragon chair.
The thought of Fang Jing's monthly salary doubling when he opens a new book is not to mention how refreshing he feels. When he gets energetic, he yells, "Thousands of troops and horses are fighting alone, but I am a coward and a good boy..."
Leng Buding was startled by the sound. The driver almost hit the guardrail next to him and gave the man in the rearview mirror a vicious look.
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"Da! I'm in Shanghai! Can you give me a ticket?"
Among the fans, Dongfang Bubai was the first to raise his hand.
"Me, me, me! I am also in the Magic City." Lin Pingzhi sent several emoticons in succession.
"Okay, there are two, and there are four more tickets."
Yu Canghai: "I'm in Sichuan Province! It's a pity that I don't have a holiday that day, I'm envious."
Feng Qingyang: "The coordinates are in your province. Book the flight immediately after you give me the ticket!"
"Fellow!" Fang Jing sent a handshake emoticon, "Okay, when will you arrive, message me privately and I will send you the ticket."
Feng Qingyang: "Wow! Thank you so much, I'm so touched!"
"Where did you get so many tickets? Did you go there specifically to buy them? I heard they can't be bought anymore."
"No! Fang Jing, my classmate, gave it to me as a gift."
Feng Qingyang: "Holy crap! He's also my classmate, and I'm his fan. What's his name? Maybe we even know each other!"
Fang Jing was at a loss for words. Was he on the edge of a knife? He was careful and said, "I am his classmate in the first grade of junior high school, and he later transferred to another school."
"What a coincidence, I was in the same class as him in the first and third grade of junior high school." Feng Qingyang was excited.
Fang Jing clasped his hands: "Dare you ask me your name?"
"I'm Chen Jinpeng!"
Fang Jing's hand shook and he almost lost his grip on the phone. Chen Jinpeng, his deskmate, ran a small business at home. They used to have a good relationship.
What impressed him most was his sister, who came to the parent-teacher conference once. She was a beautiful college student. From that day on, he secretly swore in his heart that the two of them would live and die as brothers.