After finalizing the affairs of the Huating, the next thing is the matter of the music scene.

Zhang Xiaojian felt that if he wanted to do big things, he had to look like he was doing big things, so Gu Jiahan, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, and Shi Jin received his WeChat respectively.

After Zhang Xiaojian finished eating the breakfast made by his second aunt and watched a domestic horror movie that can be called a huge boredom, everyone finally arrived and sat down in the living room.

The second aunt didn't know what they were going to talk about, but since there were guests at home, she naturally wanted to entertain her, so a pot of tea given to her by her friend was brewed and served on the table.

Shi Jin is a particular person, and his eyes lit up after taking a sip: "Yes, Xiaojian, authentic Huangshan Maofeng, how much money is this tael?"

Zhang Xiaojian understood this, and said casually: "Drink more, I know how much money you have." ”

Think about it, how can a person like Zhang Xiaojian care about one or two teas for more money, it is estimated that no matter how expensive it is, it is only a small amount of money in his eyes.

After taking another sip of enjoyment, Shi Jin asked on behalf of everyone: "What's the matter, I have to come to the house to talk." ”

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned: "You forgot?"

Gu Jiahan, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, look at me, I look at you, I really can't remember what I forgot.

Zhang Xiaojian slapped the table: "The music is live." ”

Shi Jin, who was eagerly blowing and sipping tea at the same time, almost didn't squirt out when he heard the words, and his eyes widened: "No, what you say on the wine table is really serious?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded heavily: "Old Shi, do you think I'm joking?"

Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong looked at Zhang Xiaojian and understood that Zhang Xiaojian was really not joking, and the jokes on the wine table yesterday were likely to become a reality with the blessing of hundreds of millions of funds.

But Shi Jin and Gu Jiahan still know less about Zhang Xiaojian after all.

They replied together, "Isn't that a joke?"

Zhang Xiaojian said solemnly: "No. ”

"Really, not?"

"Not really. ”

"Don't make a fuss. ”

"Do you think I'm messing with you?"

So Shi Jin and Gu Jiahan fell silent.

To be honest, Shi Jin's original idea was too idealistic, and if he really wanted to do that, this music scene would not last for a year before he would be yellow.

Once it becomes a commercial thing, what is the difference between it and the major music festivals now? Wouldn't it be better to invite famous singers to sell tickets?

The inability to attract investment means that there must be a long-term and stable capital injection, which can persist in the music scene to form a virtuous circle.

But even if a virtuous circle is formed, in this concept, the music scene is not a matter of making money at all, who wants to toss in vain? Isn't that a fool?

Shi Jin opened his mouth: "Big fool, do you really want to do this?"

"Who do you call a big fool?"

"I'm sorry, I was okay. ”

"That's thinking I'm a big fool. ”

Gu Jiahan looked at Zhang Xiaojian and said honestly: "This thing seems to be really stupid. ”

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows and asked: "People live for a lifetime, not stupid X a few times, what's the meaning of living?"

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Tracing the birth of all the great companies in this world, it seems that a group of idealistic stupid X's are running and chasing for their stupid goals.

Zhang Xiaojian doesn't want to be great, he just wants to spend money, and he also needs to spend a little bit of meaning to satisfy his small peasant thinking.

The music scene met all his needs.

To buy land, an investment requires a huge amount of money.

Construction, of course, also costs a lot of money.

Marketing, now want to do overwhelming publicity, is also expensive and scary.

Continuous investment is inevitable in the early stage, but what makes Zhang Xiaojian most satisfied is that even if this thing is really done, he will hardly make any money, which makes him deeply relieved and very gratified.

Of course, it is indeed meaningful to provide a place for all those who adhere to their music dreams in China to exchange their talents for bread, at least it will make Zhang Xiaojian feel that the money is worth spent, which is also very important.

And after determining that Zhang Xiaojian really wanted to do this.

Shi Jin, a dead middle-aged greasy man, seems to have changed all of a sudden, his eyes are full of light, not to mention, the whole person seems to be youthful, and he walks with a fart.

Excuse me, is this the power of dreams?

AFTER TAKING A SIP OF WHAT HUANGSHAN MAOFENG, ZHANG XIAOJIAN, WHO DIDN'T TASTE HALF OF THE FART AT ALL, TURNED ON THE IPAD, POINTED TO THE PLACE NAMED BAIHUTUN IN THE MAP AND SAID, "THAT'S IT, HOW ABOUT IT?"

This is where Gu Jiahan's remote rehearsal room is located, and she can't help but think: "This is a dirt road, it's inconvenient." ”

"Let's just build a road. ”

“…… When I didn't say. ”

Zhang Xiaojian, who was dry, asked rhetorically: "You are familiar, introduce the situation here." ”

Gu Jiahan thought for a while and said: "Although it is called Baihutun, in fact, there are more than a dozen families living here now, and most of the families have moved into the city, or sold their land to their neighbors, or kept it for demolition, but the matter of demolition is far away, I think if the price is in place, it should not be difficult for farmers to talk." ”

Bai Yang said: "That's for sure, this year is not enough for the rich second generation, who doesn't want to be a second generation." ”

Gu Jiahan said naively: "Wouldn't there be the kind of thing in the movie that this is my hometown, and I won't sell my ancestral house if I live or die?"

Bai Yang said again: "That's because the money is not in place, if this kind of thing really happens, and the money is in place and it is not sold, it is estimated that the ancestors of this family will be angry and jump on the grave." ”

"Poof. Zhang Xiaojian almost burst out laughing.

"How to value?" Gao Qingsong put forward a constructive suggestion.

Shi Jin thought for a while and picked up his mobile phone and said: "I have a friend who is from the demolition office, if you really want to do this, we have to do it openly, more money is more money, he should be able to help with the valuation." ”

Zhang Xiaojian clapped his hands and said, "Call it." ”

Then he turned his head to look at Gu Jiahan: "Do you know your landlord?"

"Of course. ”

"Wait for Lao Shi's friends to arrive, you go directly to Baihutun, you first talk to your landlord, see their intentions, and also understand the intentions of the residents, if Lao Shi thinks it is feasible, negotiate directly. ”

"Happy. Shi Jin gave a thumbs up, feeling a long-lost sense of enthusiasm, and it was indeed refreshing to do things with Zhang Xiaojian.

"In addition, if you really want to negotiate the price, do you have to shock the farmers?"

Poplar asked, "What's shocking?"

Zhang Xiaojian picked up the phone and didn't find it for a long time, he remembered that less than a month ago, that is, when he had just had money, a bank clerk gave him a business card.

After rummaging through the cabinets for a long time, Zhang Xiaojian finally found the business card printed with the word Lin Qing.

So he picked up the phone and dialed it.

"Hey, hello, who is it?"

Zhang Xiaojian thought about it, and estimated that she shouldn't remember her name, so she had to say, "That young lady Lin Qing, I am two million." ”

Two million?

After thinking about it in his memory, Lin Qing suddenly thought of the young man holding the pink cloth bag.

"Mr. Zhang?"

"Do you remember my name?"

"Of course, you are my valued customer. ”

"Uh, okay, straight to the point, I want to get cash. ”

Of course, Lin Qing promised: "Okay, how much, when will you want it?"

Zhang Xiaojian pondered for a moment: "Tomorrow, 100 million." ”

Lin Qing, who was resting in the bank counter, shook his hand, and his mobile phone almost fell to the ground.

100 million in cash....

She couldn't help but have a bad association, so she asked in a low voice with white lips: "Mr. Zhang, aren't you kidnapped, if you are kidnapped, blink your eyes..."

Zhang Xiaojian: "......" subconsciously blinked...