"Hey, Mr. Shen, what's the matter? Wait a minute, I'll go out and talk to you."
On the stage, Shen Qingrou continued to sing about the journey of memories between herself and her fans, while Chen Mo received a call from Shen Binghe and walked to the backstage of the music hall because he couldn't hear clearly.
"Mr. Shen, okay, what can you say now..."
"Chen Mo, your uncle's, let me ask you, do you have thirty VIP tickets for Qingrou's concert? You gave away twenty, where are mine?"
On the other end of the phone, Shen Binghe actually roared.
Chen Mo was so frightened that he almost threw his phone away. Only then did he remember why he always felt that someone was missing when giving away VIP tickets. It turned out that he had forgotten his future uncle.
So he quickly explained: "Sorry, Mr. Shen, I thought you would be very busy as the president of Shen Group, so I didn't..."
She was interrupted again mid-sentence, and Shen Binghe was heard saying on the phone: "Tell me, what do you think we should do? I'm right outside the door of the music hall!"
"What? Are you outside?"
That's okay, Chen Mo hurriedly ran towards the outside of the National Music Hall, and at the same time said to his cell phone: "Mr. Shen, wait a moment, I'll be out right away!"
At this time, Shen Binghe stood outside the door with a gloomy face. Opposite him, two security personnel were staring at him warily.
He knew what day his sister's concert was, and the reason why he didn't buy a ticket was because he thought Chen Mo would definitely send him a ticket.
So I waited and waited. By noon this afternoon, there was still no movement.
Only then did he realize that the bastard had forgotten about him, or had not thought of him at all. At that time, even the ordinary tickets were sold out. Angry and anxious, he directly booked a flight and headed straight to Chengdu. .
It was already after seven o'clock when we arrived at the concert hall, and the idea of buying a ticket at a high price outside was in vain.
Just when he was about to force his way in, he was stopped by two security guards in front of him, who said they wouldn't let him in unless he had a ticket.
"Mr. Shen, I'm really sorry. I..."
"Okay, don't explain to me, just tell me what to do!" Shen Binghe had a cold face. What he wanted now was not an explanation, but to go in and listen to his sister's concert.
Chen Mo smiled awkwardly. He would be his future uncle. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't bother to talk to him.
There was no other way, he could only say with a smile: "Then let's go and sit in my seat, and Luoluo will be next to you. Is that okay?"
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and lead the way!"
After expressing his dissatisfaction, Shen Binghe stopped holding on to her. After all, the relationship between the two was not that good. If it were not for his sister Shen Qingrou, he would not have any dissatisfaction.
When the two returned, Li Anran was talking to the little girl Shen Xingluo.
At this moment, this woman still looked like a strong woman, and her eyes were filled with the brilliance of motherly love.
Seeing Shen Binghe, the little girl was about to call someone, but when she saw the look in her father's eyes, she quickly changed her words: "Uncle Shen, why are you here now?"
"My...uncle is delayed by something. Why don't you come over as soon as you finish your work?"
Shen Binghe was also aware of Li Anran's existence, so he acquiesced in his niece's call of uncle, and then said to Chen Mo: "Luoluo, I'm with you, so go ahead and do what you need to do!"
"Okay, then I'll go backstage and have a look."
Chen Mo looked at Li Anran and nodded his apology before leaving the audience.
At this time, Li Mingzhu was sitting in a corner of the control room backstage, twirling her fingers as if calculating something, not even knowing that someone was approaching.
"Okay, Xiaozhu, I'll let you watch from the control room and report to me at any time if there are any special circumstances. You'd better settle the accounts!"
"Ah! Brother Chen Mo, why are you walking silently?!"
Startled, Li Mingzhu quickly put down her hand and said with some embarrassment.
Chen Mo shook his head, and then asked with a smile: "How is it going? How much share will your sister Qingrou get from this concert?"
"I'm going to figure it out soon, but I forgot about it after being so frightened by you."
Li Mingzhu responded angrily: "We sold about 80,000 tickets, one ticket is 666 yuan, that is 53.28 million. Sister Qingrou signed an A-level contract with the company, and she can get 40% commission, that is 21.31 million A little more."
As she spoke, she couldn't help laughing. She had never seen so much money since that incident.
And now she is no longer an assistant, but a bronze agent. Not only does she have a basic salary of 8,000 yuan per month, but she can also get an artist commission of 3 points, which is about four to five million yuan.
Seeing his calculation like this, Chen Mo said angrily: "If you calculate it like this, I will definitely lose money to death!"
"How could it be? I must have calculated correctly. You earned more than three thousand..." Before she could finish her words, Li Mingzhu realized that she seemed to have missed something.
Chen Mo reminded him: "You haven't deducted our company's operating costs yet!"
After that, he did the math himself. For this concert, the company spent a total of nearly 2,000 on the early promotion, buying hot searches, renting the National Music Hall and Xingsheng Plaza, plus the fan meeting and hiring security personnel. Thousands of costs.
So the overall profit is only 30 million, and tax is not deducted.
In Yan State, whether it is artists or entertainment companies, the taxes in this area are frighteningly high, only a little lower than tobacco, alcohol and water. If you really want to deduct all the cost of things, labor costs and taxes, you will have made a small profit of fifteen million.
At this time, Li Mingzhu also reacted: "Oh, my dream of becoming a millionaire has come to nothing!"
"That's for sure. But at least you have more than 200,000 yuan, which is not far away from your dream of being a rich woman!" Chen Mo shook his head and chuckled. He only made a rough calculation, and he didn't want to use his brain anymore for the specifics. Come to think of it, the company already has a dedicated finance department, so just let Leng Bingbing handle it.
After chatting with Li Mingzhu for a while, he walked to the chair next to Cheng Fei and sat down.
He had no choice but to take his place away from his future brother-in-law. He could only come here to watch the live broadcast, which was a different experience.
"No, Mr. Chen, I'm just acting as a sound controller. Are you going to come over and supervise me personally?"
Seeing Chen Mo sitting down next to him, looking at the stage on the screen attentively, as if looking for trouble, Cheng Fei couldn't help but complain.
Chen Mo responded slightly awkwardly: "Just do your thing, I'm just here to take a look."
Unable to understand what he meant, Cheng Fei asked tentatively: "Mr. Chen, are you going to tell me that you are also good at audio production?"
"This... I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit!"
"Well, I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky to have a boss like you. I'm afraid I won't be able to be lazy in the future!"
Cheng Fei shook his head and sighed. Of course, he was just saying it as a joke.
The two of them just stared at the screen, chatted, and controlled the music playback. More than two hours passed unknowingly.
Just when Cheng Fei was still saying something, Chen Mo's eyes suddenly changed, and he stood up, turned around, and rushed out in one go.
(To be continued!)
