Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 442 Hua Xuyin Small Theater

Every time the statistical data video, as long as it mentions'Chi Mo', accompanied by the exciting victory background music, watching the data bar of'Chi Mo' burst up in a burst, the barrage is a water of'Chi Mo' Duck!

Back to the dormitory, once the box was opened, it was really called Chunxiao. The glittering golden TV medal and the unique million fan rewards at station b were really sent to her.

Lu Youyou turned into a crazy fan: "You are a fan of rising speed, I'm afraid it will break the record."

The fan data of station b is almost free of moisture, and one million fans means one million fans, which is very real.

Chun Xiao slid his mobile phone: "The live broadcaster, the two bosses in the animation area, and the boss in the ghost animal area. The fan growth rate is about the same as that of Jojo. By the end of this year, Jojo is afraid that he will become a top 100. Master up, congratulations to Sahua."

Lin Xiang shrugged: "Unexpectedly, Wen Qiao was the first one in our dormitory to become a millionaire."

Chunxiao: "You are coming soon."

Lin Xiang: "Now I want to invite Wen Qiao to come to my channel for a guest appearance to help me promote."

Wen Qiao: "You have to call me Dad."

Lin Xiang squinted, "Did you call me Dad when I helped you promote it?"

Wen Qiao shrugged: "That's because you didn't ask for it. If you ask for it, maybe I can call your father."

Lin Xiang: "I think you lack the beating of social people."

Wen Qiao rolled up his sleeves: "Then see if you can beat me."

Finally, Lin Xiang called Wen Qiao's father humiliatingly.

Wen Qiao touched her head: "Hey, help you to do promotion at night."

Lu Youyou whispered: "Eh? Qiao Qiao called my father, and your name is Qiao Qiao's father. Then who am you?"

Lin Xiang flexed his hands: "Who do you think I am?"

Wen Qiao couldn't beat him, but she couldn't beat Lu Youyou?

Lu Youyou immediately admitted: "You are my classmate, dear classmate, put your fists away."

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When going to the Minle Building to practice, Dong Yao sat next to Wen Qiao: "You asked me to check things, check them out."

Lu Youyou leaned over, "What did you check? What did you check?"

"I asked Dong Yao to check the disabled band that donated to us before."

Being favored and uneasy in her heart, she always wants to do something for them.

Lu Youyou asked again: "Dong Yao, what did you find out?"

"The man with the prosthesis is the captain. Everyone calls him Brother Shan. He has a folk music band whose name is Shanhai Band..."

Wen Qiao muttered to himself, Shanhai Band, a very romantic name.

"The band has six people, all of whom are disabled to varying degrees. Basically they will perform on the streets of small towns on the outskirts of Haicheng, and they will also go to surrounding cities. Their income is unstable. Sometimes there may be five or six thousand a month. When there is little...rarely."

Wen Qiao clenched his fists, often only five or six thousand, but there were six of them, barely making it.

In such a difficult situation, I still want to donate money to them because I have a sincere love for folk music.

The grace of dripping water shall be repaid when the springs flow.

Wen Qiao searched the Internet and saw that there were a few small theaters for sale. She checked it and found the owner of Hua Xuyin Theater, a theater not far from Turandot.

A few days ago, she made a few more songs and sold them to Brother Hao. In addition, she sought the opinions of the members and used part of the income from the previous tasks to buy the small theater. All members agreed.

Therefore, Wen Qiao bought Hua Xuyin Small Theater for a modest price.

(End of this chapter)