Shi Potian's shocking words made the man on the opposite side laugh: "You, you are very interesting, Yang Yichen, okay, if you take out four million, we will go to your pig farm to cut the ribbonshow."

When he said this, the sting man turned his attention to Wang Fei and Zhang Yadong and provoked Yang Yichen. That means, look at it, you can make a profit for four million of us.

Yang Yichen's mouth raised slightly, and the crow who came in took out the check book and handed it to him. Others didn't know Yang Yichen's income, but Zhao Wei knew a little. He made a fortune by investing independently in "Conquest". Until now, some TV stations are still playing "Conquest". There are countless young and middle-aged men who collect a complete set of vcds for future viewing. The number of four million is not small. She believes that Yang Yichen can take it out, but fighting spirit is meaningless at this time. If you fight with a rich second generation, you will definitely suffer the loss in the end.

"Master Ma, this..." Zhang Yadong frowned. Yang Yichen was really angry and took out four million. Are we going to the opening of a pig farm for ribbon cutting and commercial performance? Everything else is easy to say. Wang Fei's face does not mean that he was completely thrown on the ground and trampled.

Ma Mingyu glared at Zhang Yadong, since I have come forward, this matter is mine, please stand aside.

Without blinking, Yang Yichen signed out a check worth four million: "You can check it anytime, I think you won't know the check from this bank?" He put it gently on the table, and was so cool that he said nothing else was useless. 400,000 slapped me in the face. Are you qualified? I used 4 million to slap my army. Do you really think that I can't bear to leave the money and slap you hard in the face?

Ma Mingyu naturally recognized that his father was such a check book. The other party took out four million without blinking his eyes. He just didn't want to suffer a loss in words. This kid really has a personality.

"Okay, then go, contact us when and where, hum!"

Although Ma Mingyu does not have the authority to control four million at home at once, he will not be fooled by the fact that he is already embarrassed by the four million. The words he says are the water he pours out. If he can't collect it, he can only let it be exposed to the sun and finally dispersed in the air.

"Boy, are you crazy, are you? I remember you." After saying that, Ma Mingyu walked out of the lounge without looking back. Yang Yichen's heart moved and turned his head and whispered a few words to Song Dexian who heard something happening here. Song Dexian's face changed, his eyes were full of suspicion, and he didn't believe that there would be such a treacherous thing.

Yang Yichen: "Brother Xian, go and have a look."

Song Dexian nodded, looked into the room, turned around and walked away quickly.

Zhao Wei came over and picked up the check on the table and stuffed it into Yang Yichen's arms: "What the hell is it? Everyone is friends, you are like this..."

A sinister voice interrupted Zhao Wei's words: "Is that so, are you my friend?"

Zhao Wei was stunned, looking up at Yang Yichen, who suddenly seemed to have changed, and understood what he meant. He looked back at Wang Fei who wanted to speak but stopped but still held back nothing. Knowing her choice, Zhao Wei spread her hands and let the check fall back on the table: "Okay, I don't say anything. No matter who you are, I won't ignore it if you need to call me."

Zhang Yadong pursed his lips: "Are you sure you want to play like this?"

Yang Yichen hugged his head with both hands: "This is not me want to play, it's you guys, 400,000, haha, it's ridiculous. By the way, what kind of company's small business is coming, why don't you ask him, and you can throw it back and throw it back, and I'll stop resisting. Let you throw it, isn't it just embarrassing? I'll accept it too if I get it for eight million."

After saying that, I was too lazy to say more nonsense. It felt great to hit someone in the face with four million yuan. I didn’t feel sorry for spending this money. This is not a shame for a few people. There are staff members of the award organizing committee in the single room, as well as makeup artists and stylists provided. Everything that happens in this backstage will reach the hands of the media in the shortest time. Four hundred thousand yuan will be cut for the chicken farm. This sarcastic joke will become your label. Since it is a label, it will spread throughout the circle immediately. Then I will use four million to hit you in the face, and this behavior will also become my label.

Offend someone?

I dare to face the big boss Qiang in the circle and talk about rejection. Are you still afraid that you are a rich second generation? What you can do is nothing more than something I don’t care about.

When he returned to his room, Zhao Wei immediately informed Ma Mingyu of his identity. Xiao Kai, a large transportation and logistics company in Yanjing, has assets of over 100 million yuan, and has relatives at home that have some small influence in the circle. His father and uncle have invested in film and television dramas.

Song Dexian pushed the door in and his face became a little ugly. Now he is not the down-and-out agent when he was in Baodao. He is backed by Brother Media, and has an artist like Yang Yichen, Lin Zhiling, Hou Peicen. His status in the circle has increased rapidly over the past year. He knows how to manage interpersonal relationships and has also established his own network of contacts. Just now, he learned through an acquaintance of an executive of the company that the latest news of this award ceremony will be awarded to Xu Jianan.

After hearing this, Zhao Wei was furious: "What's going on? Are you playing with someone? I..."

Yang Yichen stopped her and said to the person in charge, saying, "Do you believe it? This news was deliberately revealed to us."

Song Dexian was stunned and immediately understood that when you got the news, you left the stage in anger, and the entire award organizing committee was picked up. It was you, Yang Yichen, who was the first to play a big name with us.

Although I have known who won the award for a long time, before it was announced, the organizing committee said that everything was suspense and there was nothing wrong with it. If you, Yang Yichen, left angrily, then all the responsibility would be on you. If you don’t leave, you will lose all your face in the circle and come with great momentum. As a result, there will be no award at all, and you will be thrown into grandma’s house.

Zhao Wei frowned: "Which Ma Mingyu can have such great ability?"

Yang Yichen, who was reborn, knows some information that was exposed only a few years later. These awards with great reputations are actually gimmicks, and there are also secret agreements between investors and organizers. For example, if a singer wins a grand prize, or uses the award to make a few newcomers famous. In fact, what else is needed besides such a spoof of glamorous places? It’s nothing more than some publicity, and then sends a notice to the winning artists. As long as you come to receive the award, my status in this award will rise. It doesn’t matter who wins the award. What’s important is who can come. Twenty or thirty awards and dozens of artists are enough to support the scene. If you succeed in the first year, sponsorship will be brought in the second year, which will attract more artists to pay attention.

It really doesn't take much money to invest in an award. The check that Yang Yichen just threw out can almost make a small award ceremony. What's there? Promotional costs some money, venues, manual costs, and trophys made can't cost a lot of money. What else is there? Artists come because of promotion and awards, and the media comes because of artists.

If Ma Mingyu's family company is a big investor in the organizer of this award, it can be done. In the face of money, the word professional can only be thrown in the corner and no one cares about it.

"What should I do?" Song Dexian was a little embarrassed. He wanted to suggest that Yang Yichen call Da Wang, and it would be better for others to deal with this matter.

Yang Yichen waved his hand: "Do you think I really care about such awards? I came here to increase the frequency of exposure so that the media and fans can see me, so that my purpose can be achieved and the company can explain it. As for whether to win the award, if it is an authoritative award simply based on album sales, maybe I am still a little interested."

Zhao Wei felt the other party’s confidence, album sales, if you want to fight, you should compete for your strength. Don’t say that your award is elected by the people. Well, do you dare to vote publicly? Everyone knows it. Those who win the award add a glory to their resume. Those who haven’t won the award will just ignore your existence. Anyway, you won’t affect me.

One imperial court station, one mtv, two giants joined forces to get a music award. You still expect the industry to have much authority. The prosperity and decline of an industry has also caused its derivatives to be constantly changing qualitatively. It is said that the awards comfort musicians and give them the motivation to persevere. It can also be said that the industry itself is full of holes and is being used by people.

Song Dexian asked according to Yang Yichen's meaning: "Then we..."

Yang Yichen smiled and said, "There will be no fewer media, no fewer reporters, no fewer fans. We are here to show them."

Zhao Wei shook his head aside: "Look at me, I'll focus on film and television in the future. If you don't have talent, you can't make it in this industry. Only you can play in the record market."

In another lounge, Ma Mingyu returned with a proud smile and smiled at the silent Wang Fei and Zhang Yadong, saying, "What are you worried about? Watch the show later."

Zhang Yadong could roughly guess what the other party was thinking. He was more concerned about the check on the table. The money was a lot, which made many ordinary people tempted, but if it was a bet on Wang Fei's face, it would be a different matter or not.

"Mr. Ma, this check..."

"Do you think he still has the intention to build a pig farm to open it after tonight?"
Chapter completed!