Looking around, Li Yifeng wanted to find Yuan Hua. He thought that Yuan Hua was so famous that he should be sitting in front of him. Who knew that there was no ghost.

I went to the backstage all the way and finally found someone.

In the corner, Yuan Hua and Huang Xiaoming were smoking cigarettes and talking and laughing, and there were melon seeds and tea on the stool next to them, which was so cool.

After accidentally glanced at this side, Yuan Hua got up and walked over after seeing Li Yifeng.

"I've been here for a while, why didn't I call?"

"Just come."

"I'll take you to your seat first. Today I'm a singer and I'm mostly in the backstage. You can have fun and come to me if you have anything to do."

Li Yifeng was flattered by Yuan Hua's shoulders: "Okay, Brother Hua, you can do it first."

In front of the stage, there was five or six meters away, the first row and the fourth table, Li Yifeng was settled here, sitting in Yuan Hua's position.

"Brother Hua, I'd better sit in the back."

There are first-line artists in the middle of the first row, and second-lines on both sides. They are all popular and popular, and 80% of the scene's shots are swept here.

Yang Mi, the number one sister in the same company, was still at the table behind her butt, staring at him, how dare he sit here?

"It's okay, you sit there. I'm in the background for a lot of time, and I'm idle in the seat." Pressing Li Yifeng down, Yuan Hua smiled and said to Tong Dawei and others at the same table: "Li Yifeng, a new actor, please take care of him."

After saying that, he left, leaving behind a nervous Li Yifeng.

On the one hand, his uneasiness comes from the mismatch of strength. No artist at the same table is a masterpiece, and he is a fierce man who wins awards every year. He is an 18th-tier actor who looks out of place.

On the other hand, I don’t know why Yuan Hua was so kind to him.

I received a call from Yuan Hua yesterday. He thought he was just coming in to visit the venue. When he was donating, he raised his hand and donated 30,000 or 50,000.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Hua gave up his seat to himself. If he hadn't been to his house, he would have known that he had a girlfriend...

"Oh, what's this called?"

Sighing, Li Yifeng grabbed a handful of melon seeds, turned his head and nodded politely to Yang Mi at the table behind him, showing a good smile.

Yang Mi's head was buzzing, and she couldn't say why she got stuck in her throat.

Half an hour later, the party was about to begin in the backstage, and Yuan Hua received a call from Yang Siwei.

"The contract has been cleared. The only controversial thing may be the issue of the copyright sharing of your songs. Xiaochou, Chengdu, three albums of people like me were released by the company. After you leave, you still have a copy of the album's follow-up income. Otherwise, you will pay the company a sum of money and buy out the subsequent purchase."

"My suggestion is to buy out at one time to avoid more trouble in the future. I have consulted a professional lawyer for the price. It lasts for ten years, and the company's subsequent income is two or three million."

The most profitable time for the album was the two months when it was first sold. Later, the album was pirated all over the streets. The genuine income was pitiful, and the data given by Yang Siwei was still high.

"Okay, then buy it out."

In his previous life, a well-known singer was told that after changing jobs, all his songs did not belong to him. The reason was that his representative works were created and distributed with the help of the company after signing the contract.

Anyone who understands it, says it is done by yourself with the help of the company, but of course the baby you give birth to in other people's house must follow the surname of others.

Inspired by this, Yuan Hua had already registered all the songs he had learned before signing with Orange Flower.

Even if the album was produced later, the company asked someone to help arrange the music, but it was not the first creator. At worst, he could kill the game. He found someone to arrange the music again without the company's version.

But the company won't do this. Letting him buy out the album at one time and share the subsequent share is the best way to make money with harmony.

"Huazi, are you ready? We're going to play." Huang Xiaoming tidied up his clothes and tried the microphone.

"That's good! I have something to do here, so I'll hang up first."

The phone was silent and put it in his pocket. Yuan Hua finally looked in the mirror and came to the side curtain with Huang Xiaoming.

The two of them had red and blue clothes, each representing a donation team, Yuan Hua's was red and Huang Xiaominglan.

After they came on stage, they not only assisted the host's work, but also were responsible for performing talents and donating money.

As an actor, his talents are nothing more than singing and dancing, Huang Xiaoming dances, and Yuan Hua sings.

After the host Chen Chen finished reading the opening remarks, Yuan Hua went on stage to perform, making the venue warm up first, followed by the first round of donations.

"Friends on the scene, every time you raise a sign, you will give this world an angel that listens to the voice of the world... There are ten signs on each table, and the numbers are marked one to ten, and the number one sign is eighty thousand, the number two signs are eighty thousand, the number two signs are eighty thousand, the number three signs are eighty thousand, and so on."

"Why should we set the rating at 80,000 this time? Because the price of a cochlear hearing aid is 80,000 yuan...Next, those who support the Red Team Yuan Hua can start raising their signs!"

Most of the recipients of cochlear hearing aids are children. Some people lose hearing innately, while others have acquired it. This disease has almost no solution half a century ago.

Nine out of ten deaf and dumb, and since childhood, I can't hear any sound and can't speak at all.

Modern medicine is developing rapidly. After the introduction of cochlear hearing aids in China, patients can implant the cochlear through surgical operation to achieve the effect of hearing sounds.

Imported cochlear hearing aids cost more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, while domestic cochlear hearing aids cost only 80,000 yuan.

Eighty thousand is the material fee, the later treatment fee, hospitalization fee, and nutrition fee. However, because it is a charitable project, the charitable foundation only needs to pay the material fee, and the rest of the country bears it.

"Well, table No. 6 is 80,000."

"Table No. 8, Yang Mi 160,000."

"Tang Yan 160,000..."

On the side curtain, listening to Chen Chen keep reading the donation figures, Han Hong said to Yuan Hua: "I didn't ask you to lose a lot last year."

The donation method last year was the same as the previous year, and the sign was to raise the sign, but everyone would not take it once. Some first-line stars donated 500,000 yuan, and the artists behind them did not dare to have more than her.

This time, Yuan Hua thought of the donation method. The two captains each led a few popular artists to form a team of PK.

Everyone takes turns performing singing and dancing. The audience can donate according to their favorite artists. Which team will win the most money in the end?

The advantage of this is that every player on the stage can get a round of donations.

For example, now, Yang Mi and others donated 80,000 yuan to Yuan Hua. Will Huang Xiaoming donate later?

Will she donate if Na Ying comes out? Should she donate if Zhao Wei comes out?

This time, the red and blue teams have a total of about ten people. Even if you only raise your hands five times, it will be 400,000.

Next to him, Huang Xiaoming smiled and said, "I'm afraid they won't come next time if they come."

"No." Yuan Hua took over: "As long as the red carpet at the door is still there and the people from the media magazine are still there, the people entering the venue will only be more than one year."

"Young people are rich now. Don't use the elderly if they are held next year. Yang Mi, Tang Yan and Liu Sisi are all very popular and can bring them to the stage."

"Then you do an online fundraising to get their fans moving, and compare who donated more money."

What a guy, Han Hong and Huang Xiaoming looked at Yuan Hua with admiration. This guy has thought about the stars and fans thoroughly.

Being an actor is really a shame.

As artists, the two of them know the crazy nature of their fans. In order to help their idols get the first place, they are really willing to spend money.

They may not be willing to ask them to donate twenty dollars, but if they help the goddess, they can eat instant noodles at the end of the month.

"But the disadvantage of doing this is to make charity and entertainment." Yuan Hua continued to talk about the biggest drawback.

A good charity party becomes a stage where artists appear on the show, and the audience is not concerned about charity itself, but idols.

It has to be said to be a kind of sorrow.

"Ha, what's the matter? Just donate money." Han Hong didn't care at all: "I can donate tens of millions at a time, so I can provide them with three incense sticks a day."

"You're so open-minded."

"What can I do? You don't know that when I begged grandpa for one or two million a few years ago, I said all the good things, and I just knelt down and didn't donate them."

After chatting, the first round of donations was completed, with a total of more than three million yuan.

Then Huang Xiaoming came on stage.

He has more friends in the entertainment industry than Yuan Hua, and he knows more than five million yuan in the business world.

The two of them won nine million donations and made a good start. Han Hong was so happy that her eyes narrowed into a line.

Off the stage, Li Yifeng felt bad, and his smile was even uglier than crying.

He just cited the sign twice in just a few minutes, and didn't even take a sip of tea.

He must not give Yuan Hua's face. Of course, he has to support him. Huang Xiaoming has to raise it. There is a seat on this table that belongs to Huang Xiaoming. How embarrassing will it be if people come down later?

180,000, he can't make so much money in a year.

"Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom."

Finally, before the third artist came on stage, he slipped away, went to the bathroom to wash his face with a cold water, and then took out the phone with his trembling hands.

"Brother, I'll help you in the world. First, I'll give me a total of 100,000 or 80,000 yuan, and 20,000 yuan is fine!"

"Sister, lend me some money..."

More than ten minutes later, Li Yifeng came out of the bathroom and returned to his handsome appearance. When he returned to the scene, he found Yuan Hua sitting in his previous position talking, laughing and chatting with others.

He turned his head and looked at Na Young who was singing on the stage, and his heart trembled.

"I have something to do, you guys talk." Yuan Hua stood up and walked towards Li Yifeng, and whispered as he passed by: "Come with me."

Escaped another 80,000!

Li Yifeng almost cried.

In a lounge in the backstage, Yuan Hua handed Li Yifeng a cigarette: "Do you smoke?"
To be continued...