"You give me a little serious!"

Yang Mi said this in public, Ding Xiu really wanted to give her a hard kick in the ass.

"I'm not serious." Yang Mi crossed Erlang's legs and said, "You asked me for clothes, and I don't know who is not serious." ”

Ding Xiu hugged his fists and arched his hands, this living ancestor is really not afraid of being photographed and ruined.

"Let me tell you, some viewers know lip language, so let me take it easy."

"Really? I'm not afraid. ”

Having said that, Yang Mi still put away her belligerent heart, in the past two years, there have indeed happened on the Internet that some artists have been read out by the audience who have spoken small words offstage.

On the stage, Su Mang, the initiator of the party, began to preside over the last part of the party, fundraising.

"Everyone has a card on the table, how much love to donate, just fill in the amount, we are 1,800 is not too little, 10800 is not too much, all are a heart."

"Donate money." Yang Mi threw the card to Reba: "Write your name, amount." ”

The first time I came, Reba didn't understand the process very well, and asked, "Sister Mi, do you write my real name?" ”

Yang Mi rolled her eyes: "Nonsense, is it possible to write my real name?" ”

"But there's not enough to write about here."

"With such a wide position, why is it not enough, alas, forget it, you can write Di Lieba."

Yang Mi then remembered that this sister's name is a bit long, and it is really not enough to write the full name.

I don't know how this baby came over when I was studying.

Every time I write a name in an exam, I'm afraid it will collapse.

"Ten hundred, thousand, one thousand, one hundred, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five......"

Seeing that after Reba finished writing her name, she counted the numbers one by one, and Yang Mi asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Reba said solemnly: "I'll count the 100,000 yuan, I'm afraid to write an extra zero." ”

100,000 is followed by millions, and if you write an extra zero, you can't afford to sell her.

Ding Xiu's side reimbursed only 100,000 yuan, and the remaining 900,000 yuan had to be reimbursed by her.

Yang Mi held her forehead: "You are stupid, you just write a hundred thousand, why write numbers." ”

"Oh, then I'll cross it out and rewrite it."

"No, add a capital 100,000 later."

"Okay, okay, just take the card, and follow me to the stage and hand it to Miss Etiquette, remember to smile at the camera and stay for a few more seconds."

"I've learned Sister Mi."

"There's still a lot to learn."

On stage, Su Mang kept receiving cards for donations, which were not open to the audience, so she didn't peek at them, nor did she read out her name on the spot.

But she also knows how much money each artist can donate.

This year's lineup is a little larger, and the amount may be higher than in previous years, and first-line artists may donate about 200,000 yuan.

The second-line 100,000, the third-line she didn't think that these people could donate.

The main thing is the auction link, those local tyrant entrepreneurs, and the support of sponsors.

"Thank you, Sister Wei!"

"Ziyi, don't leave later, play a few laps."

"No, no, next time."

Zhang Ziyi now sees a shadow of mahjong, and the battle in the background before is still fresh in his memory.

She probably knew the reason why Ding Xiu let her go, the two had worked together a few times before, and they had a little friendship.

"Then I won't accompany you, and I'll have time to eat together when I get back."

After hugging, Su Mang put Zhang Ziyi off the stage.

Taking the opportunity, she glanced at Miss Manners, who flipped through the card and stretched out three fingers covertly.

This is to say that Zhang Ziyi donated 300,000 yuan.

Su Mang nodded secretly, 300,000, not a lot.

These sisters didn't scream in vain.

Her friendship with Zhang Ziyi was not a day or two, when Sister Zhang was deeply involved in a public opinion turmoil, her career plummeted, and everyone shouted and beat her.

It was she who overrode public opinion and let Zhang Ziyi appear on the cover of four issues of Bazaar magazine, helping her regain her popularity.

The next to take the stage was Na-young.

This is also Su Mang's good friend, in the early days of Bazaar, this eldest sister has been helping to stand on the field, and they have been friends with each other for more than ten years.

didn't let Na Ying come in vain this year, and during the previous performance time, she also gave Na Ying two songs.

When it was Ding Xiu's turn to be at the table, Su Mang was even more enthusiastic.

This is the living god of wealth.

donated words and costumes, and one person contributed more than one million.

"Thank you, Brother Xiu, Brother Xiu has worked hard, and he will come often in the future."

"Mr. Su is polite."

Qin Dynasty Entertainment has dealings with their company, and sometimes Su Mang will arrange several covers for the company's artists, and everyone is mutually beneficial.

However, Ding Xiu did not have too much enthusiasm, and there was more than one company like this that Qin Dynasty Entertainment cooperated with.

They do mainly sponsor news magazines in the entertainment section.

Yes, every year, it is just a matter of investing money and sponsoring, and millions of dollars are smashed down, and the harvest is not big.

But the secret harvest is quite big.

Yang Mi, Ding Xiu, Huang Bo, Tang Yan, why are there so few scandals and negative news about them?

It's not that there are no paparazzi reports, it's not that there is no grapevine.

Several large entertainment news magazine companies are sponsored by Qin Dynasty Entertainment, and as soon as there is negative news, they are stopped as soon as possible, and there is no possibility of reporting it at all.

Large companies don't report it, and small workshops don't report it, and there is no traffic, so when it falls on the market, there is naturally no splash.

……

After donating the money, Ding Xiu looked around, found Gao Yuanyuan, and walked straight over.

At the scene, Bai Bin was still looking for Ding Xiu, there were many people, and he was not at the same table, so the dazzling kung fu person was gone.

"Dabai, what are you looking for?"

Wang Baoqiang took a glass of red wine and patted Bai Bin on the shoulder.

This is the nickname that Ding Xiu gave Bai Bin, the reason, you know it.

It's big and white.

"Did you see Brother Xiu?"

"What are you looking for him?"

"Play with him."

Bao Qiang smiled: "He went to play with someone else." ”

Bai Bin had a question mark: "Who?" ”

"Who else can there be, Sister Yuanyuan."

As soon as Ding Xiu came out, Bao Qiang saw him and Gao Yuanyuan whispering, and the two left without saying a few words.

Maybe they'll all be at the hotel by now.

The two haven't seen each other for a few months, so they can't take the opportunity to cultivate their relationship.

"Phew!"

Bai Bin was speechless, she couldn't hear the meaning of this, what else could a lonely man and a widow play.

"Brother Baoqiang, didn't my sister-in-law come?"

"She's nursing her baby at home."

"Brother Xiu knows how to accompany Sister Yuanyuan, don't you go home and take a look?"

Bao Qiang sneered: "I came out of Shaolin Temple." ”

He is a little stronger than Ding Xiu and can endure.

Bai Bin gave him a second thumbs up.

……

In the evening, after entertaining the guests, Su Mang, who was half tired to death, had time to look at the amount of donations.

Look at them one by one.

The more I look at it, the more angry I get, there are thousands of dollars.

She doesn't pay more than this price for tea.

"There's a hundred thousand, that's good."

"Yang Mi is 300,000, tsk, rare."

"Deng Chao didn't, I'll go, it's like this every year, it's embarrassing."

"Ding Xiu is 300,000 yuan, not bad, plus those two lots, more than 1.3 million yuan, it's good, go back and give Ding Xiu and Yang Mi the cover of the whole issue, and call them again next year."

"Zhao Wei, one thousand two hundred...... Is this 10,000? Su Mangren wiped his eyes vigorously.

Zhao Wei is 12 million, is she mistaken?

After a few seconds, she hurriedly called the staff: "Is this a mistake?" ”

Twelve million, this event has been held for so many years, and there has never been such a large amount of money.

"Mr. Su, that's right, it's 12 million, and we have confirmed it repeatedly."

"Good, good." Su Mang was overjoyed.

From now on, Zhao Wei will be her new sister.

"By the way, Mr. Su, Sister Na Ying is also 12 million."

"What!"

Su Mang's voice was raised and he almost jumped.

If you want to talk about Zhao Wei, she is not very familiar with her, maybe her conscience found out and donated 12 million.

But Na Ying is too familiar, this sister is not a person who can donate more than 10 million.

It was worse than killing her.

"Sister Na Ying is indeed 12 million, and we have also confirmed it with her."

"Good, good."

Su Mang didn't know what words to use to describe his mood.

can only be said to be worthy of her good sister.

Look at the others, 10,000, 8,000, 3,000, 5,000, and I don't know how to get it.

If it was an ordinary person who donated 1,800, she wouldn't say anything.

But who are you here today?

The first-line, second-line, and third-line in the entertainment industry, singing, dancing, and entrepreneurs.

These people eat more than a few thousand dollars for a meal.

Tens of thousands of dollars are a drizzle for them.

If you look at the red carpet, you will know that the clothes are either famous brands or haute couture.

As a result, either nothing will be plucked, or 18,000 will be donated.

This amount of money is used to send people who want to eat.

The table of drinks she made was three thousand eight.

Not to mention inviting so many media, magazines, and TV stations to broadcast live.

Finding Na Ying's card, Su Mang looked at the two twelve million in front of him, and then looked at the pile of three or five thousand.

She made a decision in her heart.

She's going to get exposed.

(End of chapter)