This actor needs more money

"Be more serious!"

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

"Why am I not serious?" Yang Mi crossed her legs and said, "You asked me for clothes. I don't know who is not serious."

Ding Xiu cupped his fists and raised his hands. This living ancestor was really not afraid of being photographed and his reputation ruined.

"I'm telling you, some viewers know lip reading, so just take it easy."

"Really? I'm not afraid."

Having said that, Yang Mi still put down her belligerent intentions. In the past two years, there has indeed been an incident on the Internet where an artist said something small and was lip-read by an awesome audience.

On the stage, the organizer of the party, Su Mang, began to host the last part of the party, which was to raise funds.

"Everyone has a card on their desk. Just fill in the amount of how much love you want to donate. One thousand, eight hundred is never too little, and one hundred and eighty thousand is never too much. It's all from the same heart."

"Donated money." Yang Mi threw the card to Reba: "Write your name and the amount."

Reba didn't quite understand the process when she came here for the first time, so she asked, "Sister Mi, can you write my real name?"

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

"But there's not enough writing here."

"Why is it not enough for such a wide position? Oh, forget it, just write about Dilraba."

Only then did Yang Mi remember that this sister's name was a bit long. It would not be enough to write out the full name.

I don’t know how this kid got here when I was studying.

I’m afraid I’ll collapse every time I write my name in an exam.

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

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

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

One hundred thousand is followed by one million. If there is an extra zero, I won’t be able to donate it even if I sell her.

Ding Xiu only reimbursed 100,000 yuan, and she had to pay for the remaining 900,000 yuan.

Yang Mi held up her forehead: "You are stupid, just write one hundred thousand. Why write numbers?"

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

"No, please add the capital letter "Hundred Thousand Thousand" at the end.

"Okay, okay, just take the card and follow me on stage to hand it to the hostess. Remember to smile in front of the camera and stay a few seconds longer."

"I learned from Sister Mi."

"You still have a lot to learn."

On the stage, Su Mang continued to receive donation cards. These were not disclosed to the audience, so she did not peek at them or read out their names on the spot.

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

This year’s lineup will be larger, and the amount may be higher than in previous years. First-line artists may donate around 200,000 yuan.

One hundred thousand for the second tier and 100,000 for the third tier, she never thought that these people could donate.

The big head mainly comes from the auction, those wealthy entrepreneurs, and the support from sponsors.

"Thank you, Sister Wei!"

"Ziyi, don't leave later. Play a few rounds."

"No, no, let's do it next time."

Zhang Ziyi now has a shadow when she sees mahjong, and the battle backstage is still fresh in her memory.

She probably knew the reason why Ding Xiu let her go. The two had worked together several times before and had a certain friendship.

"Then I won't accompany you. We'll have dinner together later when we have time."

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

Taking the opportunity, she glanced at the etiquette lady. The etiquette lady flipped over the card and held out three fingers covertly.

This means that Zhang Ziyi donated 300,000 yuan.

Su Mang nodded secretly, three hundred thousand was a lot.

These calls of sisters were not in vain.

The friendship between her and Zhang Ziyi didn't last a day or two. At that time, Sister Zhang was deeply involved in public opinion, her career plummeted, and everyone wanted to beat her up.

It was she who defied all odds and put Zhang Ziyi on the cover of four issues of Harper's Bazaar magazine, helping her regain her popularity.

Na Young was next on stage.

This is also a good friend of Su Mang. In the early days of Bazaar, this eldest sister has been helping with the show, and they have been friends for more than ten years.

This year, Naying didn’t come in vain. During the previous performance, she gave Naying two songs.

When it was Ding Xiu's turn, Su Mang was even more enthusiastic.

This is the living god of wealth.

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

"Thank you, Brother Xiu. Thank you for your hard work, Brother Xiu. Please come back often in the future."

"Mr. Su, you're welcome."

Qin Chao Entertainment has a relationship with their company, and sometimes Su Mang will arrange several covers for the company's artists, which is mutual benefit for everyone.

However, Ding Xiu didn't have too much enthusiasm. Qin Chao Entertainment cooperated with more than one company like this.

They mainly serve as sponsors of news magazines in the entertainment section.

Yes, every year we just invest money in sponsorships, maybe a few million dollars, but the apparent gains are not big.

But the secret harvest is quite big.

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

It’s not that there are no paparazzi reports, it’s not that there are no gossips.

Several major entertainment news magazine companies are sponsored by Qin Chao Entertainment. Whenever there is negative news, they will be stopped as soon as possible, and there is no possibility of reporting it.

Big companies don't report it, and small workshops get no traffic if they do. If it falls on the market, there will naturally be no splash.

…

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

At the scene, Bai Bin was still looking for Ding Xiu. There were many people watching, and they were not at the same table. In a blink of an eye, Mrs. Kung Fu disappeared.

"Dabai, what are you looking for?"

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

This is the nickname Ding Xiu gave Bai Bin. Everyone knows the reason.

Very big and very white.

"Have you seen Brother Xiu?"

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Let's play with him."

Baoqiang smiled: "He went to play with someone else."

Bai Bin had a question mark: "Who is it?"

"Who else can it be, Sister Yuanyuan?"

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

They might all be at the hotel by now.

The two hadn't seen each other for several months, so they couldn't take the opportunity to cultivate their relationship.

"Pooh!"

Bai Bin was speechless. She couldn't understand the meaning of these words. What else could a man and a woman do when they were alone?

"Brother Baoqiang, isn't my sister-in-law here?"

"She's nursing the baby at home."

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

Baoqiang sneered: "I came from Shaolin Temple."

He is a bit stronger than Ding Xiu and can endure it.

Bai Bin gave him a thumbs up for the second time.

…

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

Look at them one by one.

The more I looked at it, the angrier I became. They were all worth several thousand dollars.

Her tea bill is more than this price.

"Here's one for 100,000 yuan, which is good."

"Three hundred thousand Yang Mi, tsk tsk, it's rare."

"Deng Chao didn't do it. I'll go. It's like this every year. I'm so sorry."

"Ding Xiu 300,000, not bad. With those two lots, it's more than 1.3 million, which is pretty good. I'll give Ding Xiu and Yang Mi a whole issue cover, and call them back next year."

"Zhao Wei, one thousand two hundred...is this ten thousand?" Su Mang wiped his eyes vigorously.

Zhao Wei said twelve million. Did she get it wrong?

After a few seconds, she hurriedly called the staff: "Did you fill this in wrong?"

Twelve million. This event has been held for so many years, but such a large amount has never been paid out.

"Mr. Su, that's right, it's 12 million. We've confirmed it repeatedly."

"Okay, okay." Su Mang was overjoyed.

From now on, Zhao Wei is her new sister.

"By the way, Mr. Su, Sister Naying also has 12 million."

"What!"

Su Mang's voice rose so high that he almost jumped up.

As for Zhao Wei, she wasn't very familiar with him. Maybe her conscience made her donate 12 million.

But Naying is too familiar with her. This sister is not someone who can donate more than 10 million.

This was worse than killing her.

"Sister Naying is indeed worth 12 million. We also confirmed it with her."

"Okay, okay."

Su Mang no longer knew what words to use to describe her mood.

All I can say is that she is indeed her good sister.

Looking at the others, ten thousand, eight thousand, three thousand, five thousand, I don't know how they got it.

If ordinary people donate, she won't say anything if she can get 1,800 yuan.

But who are all here today?

First-tier, second-tier, third-tier people in the entertainment industry, singers, dancers, and entrepreneurs.

A meal for these people costs more than a few thousand yuan.

Tens of thousands of yuan is just drizzle to them.

Just look at the red carpet and you will know that every outfit is either a famous brand or a high-end one.

The result is either nothing, or a donation of 18,000 yuan.

This little money is for the beggars.

A table of drinks she served cost 3,800 yuan.

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

After finding Naying's card, Su Mang looked at the two twelve million cards in front of him, and then looked at the pile of three to five thousand cards.

She made a decision in her mind.

She wants to be exposed.