"Of course it counts!"

"No matter how high the final total box office of "I'm Not the God of Medicine" reaches, Hengyu Media will donate every penny of the profits from the movie and will never withhold it."

"In the days since the movie was released, Hengyu has contacted the Central Government, the General Administration, the Red Cross, and the medical regulatory authorities, and is establishing a domestic leukemia patient file. He can only wait for the profits from "The God of Medicine" to come down, and he can go through the patient's bank online.

Account, medical card donation.”

The passionate voices made the reporters completely excited.

Fang Ziheng's words are tantamount to making another pledge and publicly announcing for the second time that he will donate movie proceeds.

This kind of charity may not be as good as those business tycoons who frequently donate billions or billions, but it is unprecedented in the entertainment industry and the film industry.

Even the mediocre person from Hong Kong Island never donated so much money at one time. He just kept doing it little by little and for a long time.

But if you persist for a long time, it becomes even more precious!

After making the guarantee, Fang Ziheng pondered for three seconds, and when the reporters had finished digesting it, he dropped another bombshell.

"Dear media colleagues, after discussion with Hengyu's senior management, Hengyu Media has made the second decision."

"Excuse me, Director Fang, what is your decision?"

The excited expressions of the reporters stopped instantly, they held their breaths and stared over.

Fang Ziheng smiled mysteriously and pointed to Sister Lin beside him, letting her announce the second decision.

Sister Lin is wearing a luxurious light silver evening dress today. There are two laurel flowers, one large and one small, embroidered on the chest of the dress. With her high bun and smooth and moist skin, she looks even more noble, elegant and unparalleled in her grace.

She held Fang Ziheng's arm and stood tall. After hearing the little man's words, she pursed her lips and smiled, took half a step and said in a deep voice: "After discussion, Hengyu Media has decided to increase donations to leukemia patients.

No matter how much profit is generated from "I'm Not the God of Medicine", Hengyu Media Group will donate an amount equal to the profit.

If "I'm Not a Medicine God" has a profit of 500 million, Hengyu Media Group will donate another 500 million; if there is a profit of 1 billion, it will donate another 1 billion, all of which will be used for the treatment of leukemia patients!"

boom..

The scene was completely boiling!

In the entire inner corner of the National Center for the Performing Arts, reporters, guests, and the audience were all confused at this moment.

When Concubine Lin finished her words, the pupils of the two hundred or so people around her shrank sharply, with expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces.

Immediately, noisy and noisy sounds sounded.

"OMG!"

"I'm not dreaming, right? How much profit will Hengyu Media make from the movie?"

"As expected of Fang Ziheng, worthy of Heng Yu, my dear, it's the right time for us to watch the premiere of "Tiny Times 3" tonight!"

"I'm convinced. Now I admire Fang Ziheng. This guy really doesn't regard money as money!"

"I'm afraid, Hengyu Interactive Entertainment has a market value of hundreds of billions, which is enough for him to build!"

"Haha, you're right. I like Fang Ziheng's alternative kind of arrogance. He is infinitely better than the rich second generation who shows off his wealth. Both of us are not on the same level!"

Guests and spectators passing by stopped, exclaimed, and gathered around.

When Fang Ziheng saw that things were getting serious, he quickly protected Sister Lin and fled.

"Everyone, the specific donation amount will be announced one by one at the celebration banquet of "I'm Not the God of Medicine". Today is the premiere of "Tiny Times 3", so let's stop talking about it first and talk about it next time!"

As he spoke, he put his arm around Sister Lin's beautiful waist, pushed aside the reporters and rushed forward.

reporter:"."

If you weren't the one who dropped the bomb first, why are you blaming us for interfering with tonight's premiere?

The reporters suppressed their weird thoughts and followed the two men with cameras, asking new questions as they followed.

"Director Fang, is the second donation true? Why was there no warning before?"

"Director Fang, what is the purpose of Hengyu Media's move?"

"Director Fang, please clarify whether it is the donation from Hengyu Media Headquarters or the donation from Hengyu Interactive Entertainment?"

"Director Fang, Director Lin, please stay!"

The reporters were allowed to jump around, but Fang Ziheng and Lin Feifei ignored them and slipped away to the backstage of the Grand Theater under the escort of security guards.

Backstage, Fu Meicheng, the chairman of Huace, had been looking forward to it for a long time, happily looking at the two people being chased by reporters.

"Oh, Director Fang's popularity is really enviable by others. He is more popular with reporters than the big stars who are here tonight."

Fu Meicheng took a step forward, held Fang Ziheng's hand and shook it twice, then smiled at Concubine Lin and said, "Dr. Lin can come and add endless brilliance to tonight's premiere. Thank you, thank you."

As he spoke, he pulled a young woman next to him who looked somewhat similar to him forward, frowned and said, "Xinxin, you haven't called me yet."

"Director Fang, Director Lin, this is my daughter Fu Binxin. She is currently training in Huace. I hope you two can give me more advice in the future."

"Director Fang, Sister Lin." Fu Binxin stepped forward, smiled sweetly, and bowed slightly to say hello.

"The tiger father has no dog daughter, but Fu Dong has someone to succeed him!"

Fang Ziheng nodded, raised a kind smile, and gave Fu Meicheng a thumbs up.

The daughter is her father's little cotton-padded jacket. Looking at the situation of the father and daughter, Fu Meicheng is training her daughter as a successor.

After exchanging a few words, Fu Binxin took Lin Feifei to Lounge No. 2, where most of the female guests were present tonight.

Fang Ziheng and Fu Meicheng came to the lounge No. 1 and chatted for a few words about the movie's promotion issues outside the door before pushing the door open and entering.

In the lounge, Bona Yudong, Huayi Wang Zhongjun, Guangxian Wang Changtian, Tengxun Chen Wu, iQiyi Gongyu, LeTV Zhang Zhao, and Ali Zhang Qiang were all there, and the group of people chatted and laughed.

"Hey, Director Fang is here!"

"Come, come, let's welcome the new record creator of Chinese films, everyone applauds!"

Yu Dong had the sharpest eyes and had the best relationship with Fang Ziheng. When he saw the two of them coming in, his eyes lit up and he immediately stood up to say hello.

Bang bang bang...

Bang bang bang...

Everyone stood up to welcome him and applauded, giving this most popular colleague in the film market face.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fang Ziheng laughed, raised his hands and said modestly: "You are so polite, Fang deserves it, and feels guilty."

What a shame!

Didn't you donate all the profits from the movie just to show off?

Wang Zhongjun, Wang Changtian, and Zhang Qiang complained, and seeing Fang Ziheng's cheerful face, they couldn't get angry at all.

You Fang Laoliu likes to spend money. If you have the ability to donate all of Hengyu Interactive Entertainment, why don't you donate the proceeds from a movie?

If the media asks these people and says that Fang Ziheng donated the proceeds from a movie, when will Huayi, Guangxian, and Alibaba Pictures donate? How will they answer?

With smiles on their faces and tingling in their hearts, the three of them led Fang Ziheng to the center seat along with everyone else.

After sitting down again, Wang Zhongjun raised his eyes and said sourly: "Director Fang, it's not good to donate all the profits from the movie. I'm afraid it will become the standard by which we are judged by the outside world!"

"Yes, Brother Fang, why don't you think about it and donate less!" Wang Changtian answered the question and looked over.

The two of them paid the same attention, fearing that when their follow-up movie was released, they would be roasted by the media and the outside world, causing them to donate all the profits from the high-end imitation version of Yaoshen.

If Fang Ziheng can be persuaded to donate a little less, even if it is only tens of millions less, then they will all be able to say something.

Just a small donation can stop hundreds of millions of netizens from talking.

The two kings didn't know that Fang Ziheng had just made another decision outside. If they had known about it, they would never have expressed their opinions.

I guess this will lead to direct scolding!

"You two are too worried!"

Facing the two people's doubts, Fang Ziheng waved his hands and smiled faintly: "Charity, if you want to do it, do it. Those who are capable work hard. As an industry leader, Hengyu has the ability and obligation to set an example."

Furthermore, there is no distinction between philanthropy and superiority. Huayi and Guangxian have both made charitable donations, so don’t worry, no one will talk too much.”

"Hehe, yes, yes!"

Wang Zhongjun and Wang Changtian looked embarrassed, extremely depressed after being hit with a soft knife.

What Fang Ziheng expressed was that he didn't say it directly: Hengyu is the boss, and you, as the younger brothers, are so scared!

At 7:30, "Tiny Times 3" premieres.

Wen Muye, director of the film business department of Hengyu Interactive Entertainment and film producer, delivered a speech on behalf of the main controller Hengyu Group and announced that Hengyu Interactive Entertainment will make every effort to promote and release "Tiny Times 3".

Under the stage, old man Fang Ziheng was there, chatting with Yu Dong and Fu Meicheng.

Yu Dong talked about "Operation Mekong" and was worried that Lin Chaoxian could not make a good movie. He hoped that Fang Ziheng would fly to Thailand.

"Relax, Yu Dong, even if you don't believe in Director Lin's ability, don't you still believe in my vision?"

Fang Ziheng shook his head and refused without even thinking.

On such a hot day, he went to Thailand after eating a full meal. What if he was masturbated by someone from northern Myanmar?

It’s a small matter to spend money, but it’s true that you have to cut your waist!

"How can you not? I, Lao Yu, still know the principle of trusting others."
To be continued...