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The ancient town of Dewa, Linshui Zhao Street.

The sky obliquely weaves a rain net, and the earthy fragrance in the air is mixed with a faint floral fragrance.

Several children are chasing each other on the wet bluestone road.

Far from the roadside.

A business bus with a dozen limousines sped in the rain.

Let the children stop and run back to the adults, poke their heads and look curiously from time to time.

Sting.

Impatient brakes snap.

Several richly dressed young men and women came down from the bus.

"What a broken place, you have to die in a car."

There was a feminine man with an ugly face, and he did not shy away from his voice, so that the child even hid half of his head out.

"Flower dust! Don't forget this mission... If you hadn't taken your fans to the Internet.

Messed with the wrong people... Drag down the whole magic sound, we will all come here to do public welfare and earn the reputation of netizens? A

female artist beside Hua Chen lightly warned.

Don't say that Hua Chen is only the top end now, even if he is still a super top stream without the East Window, she is not afraid of the other party.

Male flower dust, female Pan Xin.

The two super top players in the glory of Moyin, looking at the entire entertainment industry, there are few who can suppress the two of them.

"Hmm... Have you contacted the local cultural tourism and we helped them do public welfare publicity and promotion, but no one has come to greet them so far?

Hua Chen nodded impatiently, and said to the agent with an irritated tantrum.

"Sent a message, already on the way."

The agent glanced at his watch and quickly explained, for fear that Hua Chen would lose his temper and drag him down.

Not often.

In the rain, a middle-aged man in a gown hurriedly ran.

"I'm sorry, everyone... It suddenly rained, so I went to the kiln to take a look.

He explained while smiling at the crowd.

These are all TV stars, big people, suddenly received news that they want to come to Yaoli to do public welfare.

Until now, he was in a dream, unable to believe it.

Happiness came too suddenly.

"It's okay."

Pan Xin shook his head with a smile, but there was still a thousand strands of pride between his eyebrows.

"We haven't been here for long... Director Baili, let's find a place to talk about cooperation first.

"Good, good, please."

The middle-aged man quickly stretched out his hand sideways to invite everyone.

Only after more than a dozen people entered did he slowly straighten up.

"Abba, I know them, they're all stars on TV."

"Hmm... Maybe it is also the savior of our Yao! The

middle-aged man lovingly touched the head of the talking child.

"But they don't seem happy."

"Nonsense, how could it be! Forget about the adults, the children. The

middle-aged man quickly looked around nervously.

After finding out that no one was paying attention.

With a wry smile, he kept running towards the courtyard.

Even a child can see it, and how he can't see it.

More than a dozen artist agents, including Pan Xin, who talked to him, all had a proud attitude.

"Everyone drinks tea... Drink tea.

Director Baili made a cup of hot tea for everyone one by one.

"It's good if it's not difficult to drink."

Some artists took a sip and said a joke that was not too cold.

Let everyone present endure it, only the middle-aged man standing in the hall is even more cramped.

This is his best tea, and he is usually reluctant to drink it.

"Let's get down to business, Director Baili."

Pan Xin glared at the artist who spoke, and then said indifferently to the middle-aged man.

"Hey... You say, I listen. The

middle-aged man didn't bother with the tea, although only one person in the audience drank it, and he was slightly disgusted.

"We Moyin, including me, have a total of ten artists, and we are here to help you do a public welfare promotion and publicity."

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

The middle-aged man stood up and subconsciously wanted to shake hands with everyone, but no one on the field cooperated.

He could only clap his hands to hide his embarrassment.

Nevertheless, he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Although I don't know why these big stars came to Yaoli.

But the purpose is good.

"However, we also have our requirements."

Pan Xin said and took out the contract prepared by the company in advance, handed it to the middle-aged man, and said.

"You should know words, right?"

Poof....

Many artists cast admiration for their eldest sister.

It also has to be that your jokes are colder and more soul-pointing.

Pan Xin heard the laughter behind him, and his brows furrowed slightly and glared back.

She didn't think she was a joke or ridiculous.

In this poor and remote place, knowing the book is a luxury... It's okay to ask yourself in advance.

"Know, how can you not read."

The middle-aged man laughed along.

At the same time, my heart is full of worry.

The other party's words all revealed that he looked down on this place, looked down on the people here...

I'm afraid this cooperation is not as smooth as I thought!

Really.

After casually flipping through a few pages of the contract, there was a crowd's appearance fee at the end.

"Ten million ... Isn't it a public good? The

middle-aged man exclaimed, he had never seen so much money in his life.

The voice fell.

Many artists and agents frowned, really poor enough to take 10 million?

I still don't want to take it at all....

"Director Baili, the appearance fee of the ten of us alone generally starts at 20 million..."

Pan Xin said this and did not continue.

The middle-aged man is not a fool, so he naturally understands.

The appearance fee is 10 million cheaper, which should be regarded as a public welfare fund.

"Besides, I heard that you are still the land of porcelain, in addition to helping you promote tourism.

I am also ready to help you bring goods porcelain for free... I believe that through this time, your porcelain can also have some popularity in China. "

Free two words, Pan Xin bite the sound is very heavy.

It really made the middle-aged man excited.

People here have been making porcelain for generations, but they can't sell it.

Gradually, many young people left, leaving only middle-aged and elderly people like them.

If we can help them open up the market, maybe more young people can come back....

Nor will the craft of porcelain be completely lost after their deaths.

"Can I smoke?"

He asked, taking the contract and taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Whenever he encounters such a difficult decision, he needs to smoke a cigarette to calm himself down.

"It can... Sit by the window. Many

artists frowned, their eyes slightly disgusted, completely forgetting that they were guests.

"Wouldn't the commission for bringing porcelain goods be too high..." the

middle-aged man sat down on the threshold and sighed with his back to everyone.

Almost all of the porcelain is handmade.

The cost of labor and materials alone is nearly half.

Now Moyin these artists want seventy percent of the income.

They have to put money in it.