"Top traffic stars Wang Zhan, Xiao Yibo, and Cai Kunxu are confirmed to participate in the recording of Future Son! They will attend as Hua Yuhan's guest singers!"

A piece of breaking news appeared on the Internet.

You know, the fans of two of these three people had an earth-shattering war, and now the two of them appeared on the same stage, which made all the fans have orgasms in their skulls.

The Internet has no memory, and the negative news about Hua Yuhan almost disappeared, replaced by expectations for this performance stage and sighs about the relationship between the Hua family and the sky.

You must know that completing a stage together cannot be completed in a few hours. It will take at least a week of rehearsal and practice to achieve a seamless performance.

As top celebrities, their schedules are absolutely full. It is very difficult to spare even half a day, let alone a week.

Wang Zhan and Xiao Yibo are filming their new works on two crews respectively, and Cai Kunxu is also recording a variety show. To stop them from filming, this is not something that can be done with money. The boss behind them

, but there is no fuel-efficient lamp!

Being able to have these three as guest singers under such a premise shows how powerful this Hua family is.

"Go!"

"Yibo!"

"Zhanzhan!"

"husband!"

"Looking forward to Hua Yuhan's performance stage!"

"I have prepared my vote and am just waiting to cast it!"

“If you don’t vote, you are not a Chinese!”

...

Hua Yuhan’s voice is unique.

But fans of Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao have completely different attitudes.

The last money competition was almost like a fight between gods. Zhang Mengyu became the final winner with a crushing attitude. Even Hua Ye didn't even fart in the end. Zhang Mengyu would watch his girlfriend being crushed.

Too much limelight? Isn’t this nonsense? When did Zhang Mengyu give in?

"Hahaha, a bunch of idiot fans, think they can win by just finding a few traffic stars?"

"You guys underestimate Mr. Zhang too much. As long as it can be done with money, there is nothing he can't do!"

"Do you think Mr. Zhang has nothing but money and handsomeness? Do you really think that Mr. Zhang has no connections or background? How can he be as successful as he is with just money?"

"It's ridiculous that a group of mortals actually want to compete with the gods. I'm already looking forward to the performance stage!"

"I'll post this as proof. If Lu Yiyao can't compare to that Hua Yuhan, I'll live broadcast and eat five tons of shit!"

"Insert the eye! Prevent the poster from cheating on you with food and drink."

"Mr. Zhang, let me tell you something quickly. Who did you invite? Are you going to the West to invite Lu Lai Buddha?"

"At least the superstars have started! Don't forget, when Mr. Zhang defeated Wangyi Music, he bought the copyrights of almost all the top singers' works. He is throwing money at it. Do you think those superstars can handle it?

"

...

Just as they suspected, Zhang Mengyu must look for those superstars!

The fan base of traffic stars is indeed huge, but don’t forget that compared with those real superstars, their singing skills are far behind!

Now it seems that those few people clearly occupy the majority of the market share in the entertainment industry, but are those singers and kings really not good enough?

Just kidding! Even if they don’t continue to be active in the entertainment industry, their works still echo in the streets and alleys. When their works are mentioned, there are still people who can immediately tell the name of the work and the name of the author. They are the ones who will never change.

The classic!

As one of China's four great kings, Guo Fuchen has been in the music scene for decades. Now he has faded out of the entertainment industry and is enjoying a happy life with his little wife.

As usual, he was playing in the garden with his children. Suddenly, his phone vibrated, and a reminder from the bank made him tremble.

Dear Mr. Guo Fushen, your foreign exchange account with the last number 9834 received US$100,000,000!

"100 million US dollars?" Seeing this number, Guo Fushen's pupils dilated several times.

As one of the four heavenly kings, he was worth more than 2 billion Chinese dollars five years ago. He owns luxury cars and mansions. It can be said that he will be rich and have no worries about food and clothing throughout his life.

Now he runs several companies, and the company can be said to be going smoothly.

But with this quality of life, he is also very good at spending money. Although his total assets are now close to 3 billion Chinese coins, most of his assets are fixed assets, and his working capital is only two to three billion.

This 100 million US dollars directly accounts for one-fifth of his net worth!

"Who paid for this?" Guo Fuchen called his wife, but his wife didn't know what was going on.

At this time, his personal mobile phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

First there was an inexplicable huge transfer, and now there was a phone call from an unknown number, which made him nervous all of a sudden.

"Hello, is this Mr. Guo Fuchen?" The voice on the other side was very young.

"It's me, are you?"

"Let me introduce myself first. Maybe Guo Tianwang has also heard of my name. My name is Zhang Mengyu. I was the one who sent you the money just now."

"Zhang Menglong? The world's richest man?" Although enjoying family happiness no longer pays much attention to things on the Internet, the replacement of the world's richest man is still well known. The copyright of his songs at that time was also directly negotiated by Zhang Menglong with him.

It was purchased by a brokerage company, and the two of them had almost no interaction with each other.

"What does Mr. Zhang mean by suddenly giving me such a large amount of money?"

"I want Mr. Guo to do me a favor." Zhang Menglong said straight to the point, "This is a deposit. If Mr. Guo is willing to help, the other half will be transferred to Mr. Guo's account afterwards.

"Mr. Zhang, please tell me," you are a bastard if you don't make money, and it's such a big sum of money. This 100 million is only half of the deposit, and the 200 million remuneration is equivalent to half of his worth!

"I hope Mr. Guo can be my girlfriend's guest singer," Zhang Menglong briefly explained the matter.

"That's it?" Guo Fuchen would not earn tens of millions of Chinese dollars even if he held a world tour concert.

Now that he is getting older, his ability to make money is not as terrible as when he was young. Now, just by spending a week participating in a show and being a guest singer, he can earn 200 million, which is still US dollars. Isn't this almost equivalent?

Will Yu Bai give it?

"That's it!"

...

On this day, many big names in the entire Chinese entertainment industry received such a sum of money. Even Zhang Mengyu was no longer satisfied with being a domestic star and reached out to foreign countries.

"Brother Dehua, are you free? Help me sing a song?"

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

"Don't worry about who I am. My girlfriend will participate in the competition in half a month and needs a group of supporting singers."

"What do you think I am? A singer? And I help others sing? Or a group of people?"

"The deposit is 100 million, and the final payment is 100 million US dollars!" Zhang Mengyu directly showed his trump card.

Ding! Dear Mr. Liu, your foreign exchange account with the last number 9834 received US$100,000,000!

Hua Zai's eyes suddenly widened: "Sing! What song? No! Any song will do!"

...

"Jaylen, are you short of money recently?"

"Teacher Gong, do you want to take on private work?"

"Teacher Domingo? Are you free? 200 million US dollars a week, including food and accommodation!"

"Teacher Carreras..."

...

"It always feels like it's still a little bit worse," Zhang Mengyu lowered his head and thought in thought.

"That's right! If you only have backup singers, you have to have some backup dancers and people who play musical instruments!"

Zhang Mengru continued to make phone calls.

"Teacher Luo? No, I'm not learning time management from you. Aren't you the king of dance? I want you to help me dance!"

"Teacher Lang Lang? Yes, it's me, Zhang Mengyu, come and help me, ah? You're not interested in money? I have a piano here that Chopin has played. I wonder if you are interested?"

...
Chapter completed!