BXBX NOVEL Chapter 207 - Does He Need Money or Not?
If so, she would naturally be tempted to test the waters further.
As long as Meng Fan was willing to debut, she would have a whole set of measures prepared to turn him into an idol and then slowly into a superstar!
An idol was supposed to have a shining characteristic, and Hu Yi Jing saw several on Meng Fan!
What kind of conditions did an idol require?
First off, he had to be attractive on the outside.
To Hu Yi Jing, Meng Fan was considerably attractive for his external conditions were very good.
His facial features were on par with other good looking men for he had a sister who had the guts to call herself the most beautiful woman in the world. The genes were there. Plus, Hu Yi Jing’s taste was very particular, and she could tell Meng Fan’s features were handsome. Plus, he was a tall guy, and even though he was a little chubby, he could slim down in three to five months if he consulted a professional and be left with just the muscles.
The wholesome idol was one lacking in the current market.
Meng Fan also had a special charm about him.
Secondly, an idol couldn’t just have talent; they had to be inspirational as well!
Meng Fan already had this aspect down.
The last element was talent.
Meng Fan was very talented and in several aspects too.
His singing skills were already there, and he could reach a professional level in no time with some practice. His tone was unique and very attractive, which was a staple for his role. Plus, his smile was mesmerizing, even if he was a poison. He was very photogenic and had a strong stage presence. He could totally debut on the path as an idol singer.
Plus, he was top tier in the professional industry when it came to drawing.
Basketball gave him physical advantages already. Not to mention, he was a world record holder as well.
With this kind of foundation, it was easy to make him an idol!
In three years, Hu Yi Jing was confident she could turn Meng Fan into a sensational idol the moment he debuts.
She eagerly looked toward Meng Fan as she awaited his response, carefully observing to see if he was provoked.
Then, Hu Yi Jing saw Meng Fan shake his head with no trace of being moved. “If it has a stream, I can consider it. If not, then sister Jing can you refuse them for me?”
Her first attempt was a failure.
Hu Yi Jing didn’t express her disappointment immediately; he wasn’t ready to give up yet. She smiled and nodded. “Got it. If they have a stream, I’ll let you know.”
Although Hu Yi Jing was curious why Meng Fan was so insistent on streaming, she didn’t believe the whole “nervous if I don’t stream”, saying she still felt streaming could be considered a foot in the door.
After Meng Fan refused her offer, he had gobbled down a shrimp dumpling before finally reacting. He turned to Hu Yi Jing. “Sister Jing, did you just say there was a commercial performance?”
Hu Yi Jing paused for a moment and nodded. He wasn’t interested in appearing on TV, but he wanted to appear at commercial performances?
Meng Fan asked her curiously, “Uhm, what’s the situation with that?”
Hold on.”
Hu Yi Jing took out her phone and flipped through her notes. “There’s three commercial shows, one is an opening ceremony for a real estate company in Shanghai, and the other two are sand art advertising footages for two separate brand names. One is in Beijing, and the other is in Shanghai.”
“How much can they pay?” Meng Fan asked.
Hu Yi Jing paused again. Did Meng Fan need money? He didn’t seem like he was short on money no matter how she looked at him!
“The promotional advertisement in Beijing pays about 200,000. The Shanghai recording is paying 180,000, and the opening ceremony is 150,000.”
This level of commercial performance normally wouldn’t even appear in Hu Yi Jing’s notes, but she had specifically recorded them for Meng Fan.
Of course, this pay was very high for a sand artist. The people who invited him had offered such a high pay after seeing his performance at the 11/11 gala. Otherwise, it would be much lower.
Meng Fan heard this and immediately lost his interest.
He was only interested in the commercial shows because he wanted to earn money to complete the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] and [Million of Merits] tasks. He was probably better off taking some more hand-drawn poster commissions than doing these jobs. At least he could earn the same amount in two days; plus, he wouldn’t have to leave his home.
Seeing Meng Fan’s expression, Hu Yi Jing felt relieved. This made more sense. Still, she remained on the cautious side and asked him in a teasing manner, “What, are you short on money? Do you want sister Jing to lend you some?”
Meng Fan smiled. “No, I’m just curious how much my worth is to these commercial performances.”
He wasn’t going to borrow money. He wouldn’t even take it from his own family, so how could he borrow from an outsider?
As for the TV show invites, Meng Fan was aware they would provide his travel cost at most. Especially for someone as unknown and untalented as Meng Fan. Even if he could appear on an entertainment show as a passerby guest, it would only be for a moment. To the crew, being invited was a privilege and giving Meng Fan the chance to gain popularity; how could he even think of asking for compensation!
As for the astronomical amount of salary some people received from these shows, that was only exclusive to big shot superstars like Su Qing Cen.
Even some variety stars, who specialized in these entertainment shows, would only receive payment in the 10,000 to 100,000 range. It was still a lot but below what Meng Fan considered acceptable.
And recording a show was so troublesome!
Hence, Meng Fan excluded these TV show invites from his list even if he did need to make money.
Hu Yi Jing still kept him in mind though. She felt Meng Fan was in need of money although she couldn’t guess why. Maybe he was an independent lad and didn’t need money from home…
Su Qing Cen also kept this in her mind as well. Before Meng Fan left after dinner, she gave Meng Cai Wei a call and asked for Meng Fan’s bank account number before wiring 500,000 HXB over.
It was after he ran from the Huanglong gymnasium into his neighborhood that Meng Fan saw the transfer. She also saw Su Qing Cen’s message on WeChat. “Fan, this 500,000 HXB is the pay for your appearance at my concert and for the MV.”
Meng Fan immediately called her and spoke to her directly, “I was genuinely just curious about the salary of a commercial show. Why do you guys have to make it seem like I was asking you to be paid?!”
Su Qing Cen responded, “What do you mean asking? It’s what you deserve! I was going to give it to you today anyway. It has nothing to do with your inquiries about the commercial shows.”
“This is a bit too much pay isn’t it?”
Meng Fan didn’t understand the economics behind it, but based on the numbers given by the commercial performances, he felt Su Qing Cen had overpaid him.
“Really? If you think it’s too much, then don’t use ‘I get nervous if I don’t stream’ as an excuse to turn me down next time I need to find you!” She added a boss emoji smoking a cigarette.
“Alright. Then you can’t pay me no matter how much I reject you. Otherwise, I’ll be too embarrassed to treat you as my idol and my friend!”
Since she had already sent him the money, Meng Fan didn’t waste time bickering. He also knew this 500,000 was like pocket change to Su Qing Cen.
Su Qing Cen changed the subject. “Oh right, you’re attending your basketball tournament tomorrow right? Add oil!”
After chatting for a while longer, they ended the call.
After hanging up, Meng Fan dug up his receipt from his donation to the “Shan Jin Charity Foundation” and donated all 500,000 HXB.
He was in need of money, but once he received it, he had to distribute it.
Since this had come from Su Qing Cen, he could only donate it to her charity.
The money was donated, and he got himself cleaned after showering. It felt good!
After seeing the donation, the staff at the Shan Jin charity foundation immediately told the news to Su Qing Cen’s staff. It wasn’t because of the amount, but because this account was already registered to Su Qing Cen’s number one fan.
Upon hearing of this, Su Qing Cen’s staff was dumbfounded.
She had genuinely thought Meng Fan needed money so she had given Meng Fan the money ahead of schedule, but she didn’t think he would actually donate it.
Could her intuition be wrong? He really didn’t need money?