Spend 1 trillion

After finalizing the matter of Huating, the next step is the matter of the music scene.

Zhang Xiaojian felt that to do a big thing, it was necessary to look like a big thing, so Gu Jiahan, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, and Shi Jin received his WeChat.

After Zhang Xiaojian ate the breakfast made by his aunt and watched another domestically produced horror movie, everyone finally arrived and took their seats in the living room.

The second aunt didn't know what they were going to talk about, but since there were guests at home, it was natural for them to be entertained, so a pot of tea that her Ma friend gave her was soaked and served on the table.

Shi Jin is a particular person, his eyes lit up after taking a sip: "Yes, Xiaojian, the authentic Huangshan Maofeng, how much more money is this two?"

Zhang Xiaojian understood this, and said casually: "Drink more, I know how much money."

Think about it, why would a person like Zhang Xiaojian care about one or two more tea leaves? It is estimated that no matter how expensive it is, it is only a small amount in his eyes.

Taking another sip of enjoyment, Shi Jin asked on behalf of everyone: "What is it, I have to come to the house to talk."

Zhang Xiaojian was taken aback: "Have you forgotten?"

Gu Jiahan, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, look at me, and I look at you. I really can’t remember what I forgot.

Zhang Xiaojian slapped the table: "The music scene."

Shi Jin, who was eager to blow and sip the tea, almost didn't squirt it out, and his eyes widened: "No, what is on the wine table, are you serious?"

Zhang Xiaojian nodded heavily: "Old Shi, do you think I'm joking?"

Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong looked at Zhang Xiaojian and understood that Zhang Xiaojian was not joking. The jokes on the wine table yesterday might become a reality with the blessing of hundreds of millions of dollars.

However, Shi Jin and Gu Jiahan still knew less about Zhang Xiaojian.

They replied together: "Isn't it a joke?"

Zhang Xiaojian solemnly said: "No."

"Really?"

"Not really."

"Don't make trouble."

"Do you think I am having trouble with you?"

So Shi Jin and Gu Jiahan fell silent.

To be honest, Shi Jin's original idea was too idealistic, and he really wanted to do that. This music scene must not last for a year, and it will have to be a yellow stall.

There is no investment in this matter. Once it becomes a commercial matter, what is the difference between it and the major music festivals now?Shouldn't you ask famous singers to sell tickets?

The inability to pull investment means that there must be a long-term and stable capital injection that can persist to the music scene to form a virtuous circle.

But even if a virtuous circle is formed, the music scene in this concept is not a matter of making money at all. Who wants to toss in vain?Isn't that a fool?

Shi Jin said, "Big idiot, you really want to do this?"

"Who are you idiot?"

"I'm sorry, I fell in love."

"That means thinking that I am a big fool in my head."

Gu Jiahan looked at Zhang Xiaojian and said honestly: "This thing seems really silly."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows and asked: "A person lives a lifetime, not stupid X several times, what's the point of being alive?"

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Tracing back to the birth of all the great companies in this world, it seems that a group of idealistic stupid X are running and chasing for their stupid goals.

Zhang Xiaojian doesn't want to be great, he just wants to spend money, and he also needs to spend a little bit of meaning to satisfy his peasant thinking.

The music scene met all his needs.

Buying land requires a huge amount of investment.

Construction will undoubtedly cost a lot of money.

Marketing, now wanting to do overwhelming publicity, is also expensive and scary.

Continuous investment is an inevitable thing in the initial stage, but what makes Zhang Xiaojian most satisfied is that even if this thing is done, he will hardly make money. This makes him deeply gratified and very pleased.

Of course, it can provide a place for all people who insist on music dreams in China to exchange their talents for bread.

After confirming that Zhang Xiaojian really wanted to do this.

Shi Jin, a dead middle-aged greasy man, seemed to change all at once, his eyes shining, his whole person seemed youthful, and he walked all the way.

Excuse me, is this the power of dreams?

After taking a sip of Huangshan Maofeng, Zhang Xiaojian, who had no taste of half a fart at all, opened the iPad and pointed to the place named Baihutun on the map and said, "That's it, how about it?"

This is where Gu Jiahan's remote rehearsal room is located. She couldn't help but think: "This is a dirt road, isn't it convenient."

"We just need to build a road."

"……forget it."

Zhang Xiaojian, who was so angry and dry, asked, "You are familiar with it, please tell me about this."

Gu Jiahan thought for a while and said, "Although it is called Baihutun, there are actually more than a dozen families living here. Most of them have moved into the city, or sold their land to neighbors, or kept it for demolition. , But when the demolition is a long way off, I think if the price is in place, it should not be difficult for farmers to talk about it."

Bai Yang said: "That's for sure, this year is not enough for the rich second generation, who doesn't want to be a demolition second generation."

Gu Jiahan said naively: "Wouldn't it happen that this is my hometown in the movie, and I will not sell my ancestral house?"

Bai Yang said again: "That's because the money is not in place. If this happens and the money is in place but not sold, it is estimated that the ancestors of this family will be angry at the grave."

"Puff." Zhang Xiaojian almost laughed.

"How to estimate the price?" Gao Qingsong put forward a constructive opinion.

Shi Jin thought for a while and picked up his mobile phone and said, "I have a friend who is responsible for the demolition. If we really want to do this, we have to do it honestly. The more money is the more money. He should be able to help estimate the price."

Zhang Xiaojian clapped: "Call it."

Then turned to look at Gu Jiahan: "Do you know your landlord?"

"Of course."

"When Lao Shi’s friends are in place, you will go directly to Baihutun. You can talk to your landlord first to see their intentions and the intentions of the residents. If Lao Shi thinks it is feasible, you can directly negotiate the price."

"Happy." Shi Jin gave a thumbs up, feeling a long-lost sense of blood, and it was indeed refreshing to do things with Zhang Xiaojian.

"In addition, if you really want to negotiate a price, do you have to shock the farmers?"

Bai Yang asked: "How shocked?"

Zhang Xiaojian picked up the phone and turned it over for a long time. He remembered that less than a month ago, when he was just rich, a bank clerk gave him a business card.

After searching through the boxes and cabinets for a long time, Zhang Xiaojian finally found the business card with Lin Qing printed on it.

So he picked up the phone and dialed it.

"Hi, hello, who may I ask?"

Zhang Xiaojian thought for a while. She probably didn't remember her name, so she had to say, "That Miss Lin Qing, I am two million."

two millions?Who is two million?

After thinking about it in his memory, Lin Qing suddenly thought of the young man holding the pink cloth bag.

"Mr. Zhang?"

"Do you remember my name?"

"Of course, you are my valued customer."

"Uh, well, straight to the point, I want to withdraw cash."

Of course Lin Qing promised: "Okay, how much, and when?"

Zhang Xiaojian pondered: "Tomorrow, one hundred million."

Lin Qing, who was resting in the bank counter, shook his hand, and the phone almost didn't fall to the ground.

100 million in cash....

She couldn't help but have a bad association, so she whispered, "Mr. Zhang, you were kidnapped, right? If you are kidnapped, blink your eyes..."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." subconsciously blinked...