novel for you Chapter 1162: How much money can you make from a concert with 1 people?
Chapter 1162: How much money can you make from a concert with 1 people?
“A good deal!”
Wang Cui said without thinking.
Inviting other stars as special guests at a celebrity concert can make the concert more interesting, increase its popularity and enhance its interactivity.
With Qin Xun's popularity on the Internet and his performance skills, becoming the special guest of Ye Lan's concert is undoubtedly the icing on the cake.
Hearing Wang Cui's affirmative answer, Ye Lan looked at Xia Ning, and seeing that she did not object, she said.
"Okay, I'll give that bastard a break again!"
Xia Ning frowned slightly.
Son of a bitch?
Who is your bastard?
Calling you so intimately?
The night is getting darker.
The group returned to Liu Xiaoquan Manor.
Qin Xun was lying on the bed when he received a call from Song Ying.
On the other end of the phone, Song Ying said with sobs.
"Brother Qin Xun, I want money today instead of my life. I used my father's belt to get 10 million yuan."
"Adding my own private savings of 2,160,000, I can give you a total of 12,160,000."
Qin Xun said embarrassedly.
"You...you...ah..."
"Your father was afraid that you would be cheated, so he got anxious and beat you."
"Does it hurt?"
Song Ying answered with sobs.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. I can get 10 million for a beating. It's worth it."
Qin Xun corrected.
"Borrowed."
"Borrow?" Song Ying was anxious. "You want to pay it back? Then I got beaten for nothing?"
"not return!"
The call was hung up.
Qin Xun: "???"
He sat up, looked blankly at the moon outside the window, and muttered.
"You won't let me pay it back? This beating doesn't seem to be unjust."
After saying that, he lowered his head and sent the bank account number with a sentence attached.
[We have a saying in our place: If you don’t lend money to a woman, her asshole will be rotten, so I must pay this money back.]
Song Ying replied quickly.
[I know an old Chinese doctor who is very good at treating assholes.]
Qin Xun was helpless and did not reply, but sighed.
"It's still too light."
After a while, he received another call from Mi Xier, Huang Huai.
I don't know how they knew that he was borrowing money everywhere, but they expressed their dissatisfaction with his differential treatment and generously donated money.
Mixier borrowed 10 yuan.
Huang Huai borrowed 6 yuan and said that he would transfer the 5 yuan medical expenses that were due to Qin Xun next month in advance.
Qin Xun lay on the bed, silently counting today's gains in his mind.
Extort 1 million from the Qian family.
I borrowed a total of 8 million from those big guys.
Boss Zhao: 500 million.
Song Ying: 1216 million.
Encore 38.8, Qiao Lele 42, Xu Luoluo 9, Mi Xier 10, and Huang Huai 5.
Add to that the 926.32 million in his own company’s account.
The total is...
Qin Xun calculated it in his mind several times, but the result was different each time. He had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, open the calculator and press a few buttons before finally figuring out the result.
"18?"
“It’s a lot, but it’s far from enough.”
Although one can participate in the lottery with a slacking value of 10 billion, Qin Xun does not plan to participate in the lottery at the 10 billion level.
According to previous experience, when the slacking value reaches 10 billion, the lottery will be automatically triggered.
And there is no delay.
After the lottery, the body will experience abnormalities.
From the initial fever to the last coma and admission to the ICU, he judged that the next reaction would be more severe.
He might fall into a serious coma, and then he certainly wouldn't be able to make money.
Qin Xun decided to get 100 billion in one go, then spend million or million, and finally spend the remaining billion at lightning speed to catch the system off guard.
Thinking of this, Qin Xun showed a smug smile on his face.
"100 billion, 10 billion spent on the lottery, and there is still... 90 billion?"
He woke with a start.
"Fuck!"
"My math is shit. The next lottery will cost 10 billion, and the next lottery will cost 100 billion. So I need... 110 billion!"
He slapped his forehead in annoyance and suddenly felt that 18 billion was too little.
Qin Xun's heart sank, and after a while, he forced himself to cheer up.
"Don't panic, don't panic."
"People with a system are still worried about not being able to get money?"
"Make money, make money!"
There was a knock on the door.
Qin Xun was a little strange.
Xia Ning never knocks when entering the bedroom, but how could anyone come to his bedroom so late at night?
Could it be...Liu Yixin?
Qin Xun listened to the knock on the door and said nothing.
There was another knock on the door, and Xia Ning's voice was heard.
"Qin Xun, are you there?"
Qin Xun was startled and said loudly.
"Yes!"
"Why don't you just come in?"
Xia Ning's voice came.
"Pay attention to your appearance. Ye Lan has something urgent to discuss with you. Please come out for a moment."
Qin Xun asked.
"What's the matter? So urgent?"
Ye Lan's voice came from outside the door.
"I have three hundred million I want to lend you."
Qin Xun jumped out of bed when he heard it.
"I'll open the door right away!"
He immediately put on his suit, went to the closet to find a formal suit to put on, and then went to the dressing table to fix his hair.
Outside.
Xia Ning, Ye Lan, Wu Yu, Niu Xiaojun and others were standing in the corridor waiting.
Three minutes passed.
Ye Lan became impatient and looked at Xia Ning teasingly.
"He's hiding a woman in the room?"
"You haven't come out for so long?"
Xia Ning snorted coldly.
"He's...getting dressed."
"But today is a bit long."
Ye Lan looked disgusted.
"How shameless! Do you usually sleep naked?"
Xia Ning said anxiously.
"He's the only one I have in pajamas."
Ye Lan: "Is there any difference?"
The door is open!
The light from the bedroom shone on the faces of everyone in the corridor, illuminating their astonished faces.
They looked at Qin Xun in amazement.
White shirt?
Black suit?
Black trousers?
Black leather shoes?
And you put on hairspray?
Xia Ning looked up and down at Qin Xun, who looked like a domineering president, and asked.
"Qin Xun, you're wearing a suit and tie so late at night, are you crazy?"
Qin Xun said.
"Didn't you ask me to pay attention to my appearance?"
Xia Ning: "???"
Qin Xun stretched out his hands towards Ye Lan with an overly sweet smile.
"Boss Ye, Boss Ye, you want to lend me 300 million?"
Ye Lan was so scared that she took a step back. She looked at the handsome Qin Xun and felt unfamiliar with him. She said.
“That…that…”
"Um...what was that?"
She spoke incoherently and argued for several times before finally remembering.
"I have a concert in Beijing in three days. If you are willing to be a special guest singer, I am willing to lend you 300 million yuan."
Qin Xun held Ye Lan's hand tightly and shook it up and down vigorously.
"Mr. Ye!"
"As long as you lend me 300 million, I will not hesitate to sing or even make a fool of myself."
Ye Lan was amused and said.
"That's a concert for 60,000 people. Can you handle it?"
She had seen Qin Xun's singing skills, but Qin Xun had only sung in the live broadcast room before. The biggest offline venue was when he sang "Perfume is Poisonous" at the opening ceremony of "Fatal Identity".
But there were less than a thousand people in that square.
There is a world of difference between one thousand people and sixty thousand people.
Some people are more excited when facing big scenes, while others feel oppressed.
Qin Xun let go of Ye Lan's hand and made an OK gesture.
"Sixty thousand people?"
"Small scene."
"I, Qin, am known as a walking CD. Even if someone put a gun to my head and asked me to sing, I would not sing out of tune."
Ye Lan smiled gently.
"Then it's settled. After you finish singing in three days, I'll lend you the money."
"Please don't mess up my concert. If you mess up this one, it will affect the ticket sales for my next concert."
After saying that, she turned and left.
Qin Xun looked at Ye Lan's back, looking thoughtful. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he asked.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
“How much money can you make from a concert with 60,000 people?”