don't call me singer

Chapter 1760 Salted Fish Immortal
A Gu Xiaobai is so difficult, but Gu Xiaobai is still holding back his energy and planning to invite the little moth!

The thought of these two monsters standing on the stage...

Wang Haixia had a whim and said, "Let's invite the little moth too!"

"How much does it cost to hire a moth?" Fu Wenyao's eyes lit up.

"It shouldn't be expensive. Little moths never accept commercial performances, so this is called "the market is priceless, and we can pay as much as we want." Wang Haixia made a wishful thinking.

"Wrong, this should be very expensive, think about it, no one has ever invited her..."

"It's the final stage, we have to take it easy, don't spend all the last amount..."

In this competition of the school song competition, what is needed is not only to get more votes, but also to control the final cost.

In the end, the person with the most money left is the winner.

Now that it's the second half, it's no longer a mindless effort to hire people.

Those who should be frugal should start to be frugal.

"Don't worry, I'm Little Moth's favorite little brother, Little Moth will definitely come on stage for me for free!" Wang Haixia patted his chest, "I'm the first person to buy ice cream for Little Moth!"

Gu Xiaobai gave him a big white stare across the table.

Look to take your pride!

Where did you get your confidence, the little moth belongs to me, so don't even try to invite any of you!
"Hurry up, eat more, I'll go back and work hard to make money when I'm full!" Wang Haixia put a bunch of vegetables into his bowl.

A group of teenagers ate food with high spirits, and they really consumed it very quickly.

Next to him, a big American reporter, now a poor worker, huddled beside him, choosing vegetables pitifully.

Just talk when you talk, but eat less.

Talk so much and eat so much, have you practiced it?
You squeeze labor, you are too much, who will help me work, what else can you do besides eating, woo woo woo...

Before he could fill his stomach, Gu Xiaobai's cell phone rang.

At the Komsomolsk Square, a few kilometers away from the Red Square and the Revolutionary Factory, the performance of the "Undead Salted Fish" team is still going on.

The number of spectators who were just watching became less and less, and it seemed that there were only a few hundred people left at most.

It was very late at night, and although the subway hadn't stopped running, there were indeed fewer people on the street.

Even those who walked out of the train station hurried home and seldom stayed outside.

The audience of the "Undead Salted Fish" team has been losing, but there are few people to replenish.

They drew a lottery to upgrade the stage once, which attracted a lot of attention at the time, but it was quickly lost again.

Even their die-hard fans, those classmates who made a special trip to support them, have actually left a group and went to watch other performances, especially the performances of the White Mosquito Team and the strong Peerless Macho Team.

They understood it very well, after all, even they themselves ran over to watch it for a while.

On the one hand, Gu Xiaobai was fully fired, and on the other hand, there were big Russian stars gathered, probably more than the big names in various large-scale evening parties in Russia before.

Even they couldn't help it.

Besides, they were tired and hungry after singing outdoors for so long on a cold Moscow night.

No amount of enthusiasm can beat the tiredness and hunger on this cold winter night.

Even the one on stage seemed a little sluggish.

On the Internet, there are always some fans who contribute traffic to them.

These fans, the reason why they like them is their "fans", probably because they are a group of "salted fish", they are little transparent in the school song competition, which reminds them of themselves, and they have a feeling of sympathy.

So no matter what their performances are, they will contribute traffic to them, reward them, and spare no effort to solicit votes on the Internet.

It's just that their strength is like this, even if they try their best, they can't be as exciting as the other teams.

In addition to the not-so-exciting performance, there is another point that confuses the die-hard fans of the "Undead Salted Fish" team.

That is, they have hardly sought foreign aid.

From the beginning, almost all the money was saved.

The fans were extremely puzzled. They really couldn't invite too many people for their rewards, and they would be gone if they didn't invite anyone. Isn't it a bit too conservative?

Of course, in this game, the competition is the final remaining amount, but just being a miser is not the way.

They wondered endlessly on the Internet, but they didn't get an answer.

I can only continue to support silently.

At this time, behind the advanced stage, Liu Caiqi and his teammates were squatting on one side, avoiding the cold wind, crouching their heads, rubbing their hands, and looking at the current results.

"We have 2000 million tips! There are millions of people who tipped for us."

"Ah, is that much?"

"Yes, yes, a lot!"

"That's a lot, I'm very content!"

"Although it may not be enough to reward Xiaobai for a song..."

"Pfft, it hurts so much, but we are still very content."

"We must be the last one."

"Well, I think 'Why don't you go to the sky team' invited many domestic stars, and there are more than 5000 million."

"Sure enough, it is the last place, there is no suspense at all."

"Think about it, we are No.4! We haven't fallen out of the top five yet, hahahahaha..."

The little transparency of this group of school song contests, in Dongyuan University, is actually used to being surpassed in various ways.

This is the case in a place like Dongyuan University. No matter how hard you think you try, there will be a god of learning performing in front of you what is called strength crushing.

Can't even resist.

In such a place where evil spirits are rampant, after a long time, you must either adjust your mentality, or you may become depressed.

These are either rookies who participated in the school song competition for the first year, or they accompany them every year, and they have forcibly cultivated themselves into optimists.

At this moment, although they are behind, the scene is still full of joy.

"We are so rich now, shouldn't we invite someone to come on stage? I think the fans on the Internet are a little upset."

"Yeah, it's not easy to support us for so long."

"You can't let the fans down..."

"Who should I invite to sing?"

Everyone frowned and thought hard.

This amount of money is really not much, and there are not many people who are worth hiring, and even less people who are willing to come.

After all, the entire Russian music industry was almost wiped out by the macho team.

"I want to invite Xiaobai." Liu Caiqi said suddenly.

"Uh..." Her teammates were startled by her sudden thought, "Please Xiaobai?"

"Is that possible?"

"Ask and try."

"That's right... just ask!"

"I also want Xiaobai to sing a song on our stage!"

"Maybe the return is far greater than the investment!"

"How much does Xiaobai get for singing a song? Is our money enough..."

"Hey, why worry so much? Ask Uncle Hao! I have Uncle Hao's phone number!"

"Pfft, should I ask the manager directly?"

"We are professional, commercial behavior! Besides, do you think Xiaobai knows how much his commercial performance is worth?"

"23333, that makes sense."

A team member took out his mobile phone and called out, said a few words, then waited silently for a while, and the phone rang.

"Uncle Hao said, Xiaobai agrees, and will come right away."

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The salted fish were very happy.

(End of this chapter)