In the afternoon, with the help of his colleagues in the company, Yang Ming finally escaped the crazy reporters blocking the downstairs of the company and rushed to the venue he rented to practice for his upcoming trip to the UK.

"How's it going? Brother Zheng." Yang Ming threw the bag aside, took off his coat, and smiled.

"It's not bad." Zheng Mengsheng said with an excited look: "I guess the entire Western rock world will be shocked by you this time, haha, this time our Chinese rock music can finally overwhelm them."

Hearing Zheng Mengsheng's words, the rest of the band nodded in agreement.

Rock music originated from the West and then spread to China, where it has countless die-hard fans.

Perhaps due to Eastern culture, the development of Chinese rock music is naturally incomparable to that of the West, its origin. In the history of Chinese rock music, there are only a handful of classic rock musics created.

This has always been the most painful thing that weighs on the minds of all rock musicians in China.

Zheng Mengsheng is no exception.

In the style of music, those who run rock bands are definitely the craziest and most whimsical. This has given rock music a free roaring flavor since its birth.

But there are even fewer people in China who can create such rock works.

Therefore, in the world of rock music, Huaxia has always been dispensable. If Yang Ming had not produced two or three works that amazed all rock fans in the past two years, Huaxia's rock music might be even worse.

In particular, in order to successfully hold his concerts in the UK and the United States this time, Yang Ming even produced several classic rock works that were popular around the world in his previous life.

When Zheng Mengsheng and others got these songs, they almost went crazy with excitement.

During these days, they went crazy. They trained day and night in the venue rented by Yang Ming. They had food and accommodation here. They were completely crazy about rock music.

Even Yang Ming himself couldn't help but be infected by this atmosphere. When singing, he gradually incorporated this "people laugh at me for being crazy" style into his own stage style.

At this time, Yang Ming heard Zheng Mengsheng's words and smiled. Then he picked up the guitar, found a high stool and sat on it. His fingers lightly crossed the strings, making a ding-dong sound, and adjusted his mood.

, said slowly: "Guys, come on, let's try out the sound!"

After hearing Yang Ming's words, everyone prepared and then made an o gesture.

Immediately, the music started.

Yang Ming stayed in the venue all afternoon to rehearse with everyone, but in order to protect his voice, he did not sing from beginning to end.

At 7 p.m., he invited everyone to a nearby hotel for a meal and then drove home.

The next day, Yang Ming arrived at the company early and accepted an interview with a reporter arranged by Wu Yuanzhi. The interview would then be reported on Phoenix TV and Guangdong Daily.

He estimated that other media outlets would start scolding him again.

Who told Yang Ming to accept interviews from his own media instead of theirs, but there is nothing that can be done about it. In the past two years, reporters have probably figured out Yang Ming's character.

Since his debut, Yang Ming has rarely been interviewed by the media. He hides when he can. Even if he is accidentally blocked by a reporter, this guy just says a few polite words and hurries away, as if he has a grudge against the media in his previous life.

I seem to be naturally wary of the media.

Even before, because of some rumors, this young man went to all lengths to start a lawsuit with several media outlets, and finally those media outlets were banned from news reporting.

This tricky trick has also left many media with lingering fears.

What kind of willful young man would it take to put so much effort into creating such a big scene?

However, Yang Ming did not wait for his own media to report his interview, nor did he have time to see the reactions of other media. He took everyone on a charter flight to the UK the next day.

"Mr. Yang, with your current wealth, you can definitely own a private jet." Zheng Mengsheng suggested while flipping through the newspaper.

Before Yang Ming could respond, everyone else heard Zheng Mengsheng's suggestion and all agreed. With the release of the new China Fortune Ranking, it can be said that there are very few people in China who don't know Yang Ming's name.

"That's right, those bosses who are not as wealthy as Mr. Yang still have private jets to fly around when they have nothing to do."

"No, sometimes when I see those nouveau riche bosses in the newspapers, I feel really sick."

"We, Mr. Yang, started from scratch. Don't put those people together with Mr. Yang. This will lower the status of our Mr. Yang."

...

There was a crackle, and before Yang Ming could speak, the others started talking.

In this regard, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Yang Ming, you can really get a private jet. If nothing happens, we can take advantage of it." At this time, even Li Xiangjun joined in and said.

"Uh!" Yang Ming rolled his eyes at Li Xiangjun angrily, "Don't listen to the nonsense in Fortune. Although my assets look quite large on paper, they are only values, not cash. I don't want to

Maybe those companies should be sold immediately for cash."

When everyone heard this, they thought it was true.

Don't look at it, Yang Ming's wealth exceeds tens of billions, but his cash flow is estimated to be only a few hundred billion at most, and with the recent expansion of Oriental DreamWorks, the money is simply not enough.

He doesn't want to sell his company shares now. After all, these shares will definitely increase several times in the near future.

At this time, Ayumi Hamasaki, who was sitting next to Li Xiangjun, thought for a moment and said: "But if Mr. Yang has a private jet, it will significantly improve both your image and the company's status. Sometimes society is

In this way, what kind of clothes you wear and what kind of car you take determine the degree of respect you receive from others."

"It makes sense." Li Xiangjun nodded in agreement, and the others thought that this was indeed the case in reality.

If you drive a car worth 100,000 yuan and a car worth 1 million yuan, and go to the bank to apply for a loan, the amount will definitely be different. There will definitely be a big difference in the amount.

Personal image and company appearance do have a great influence on one's social status to a certain extent.

Yang Ming thought for a while and thought about it, and then he couldn't help but seriously began to consider whether it was really necessary to buy a private jet.

Putting aside other reasons, it is really necessary for himself and the company.

As the company has a branch in Hollywood, his future work center will also radiate to the international side. By then, he will definitely be flying around all day long, and he will be a trapeze artist.

It is indeed more convenient if you have a private plane.

And it is also very useful for the company. With so many companies under its umbrella, there will definitely be many opportunities to use the aircraft.

Even if it's not for yourself, but for the company's appearance, you really need a private jet to show off your appearance.

In today's China, there are naturally a lot of wealthy people, not to mention wealthy companies. Even for the top 100 richest people, private jets have become a standard feature.

There are really only a few rich people who are as careless as Yang Ming.

"Well, after listening to what you said, it seems that I really need to get a private jet." Speaking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but think that some time ago, he had promised Zhao Hai that if Rongcheng Football Club won the league

Champion, when the time comes, he will definitely charter a special plane for the entire team, allowing Zhao Hai to take everyone to have a great time.

Now that he decided to buy a private jet, he began to mentally calculate the cost of purchasing a private jet and future expenditures.

The big part is naturally the price of the plane. Yang Ming thought about it in his mind. It is estimated that a medium-sized private plane can be purchased for 500 million yuan.

At that time, he will also need to hire the captain, deputy captain, and service personnel on the aircraft. At the same time, he will also have to negotiate with the airport about the price of aircraft maintenance and maintenance.

In addition to various other expenses such as engine oil, it is estimated that after purchasing a private jet, it will cost at least 50 million yuan a year to maintain it, which may not be enough.

Until he got off the plane, Yang Ming was still thinking about the pros and cons of buying a private jet.

"arrive!"

When Yang Ming's plane slowly landed at the London airport, everyone couldn't help but start to look at the scenery outside through the windows.

Even Yang Ming couldn't help but look outside a few times. After all, this was his first time in London in this world.

It’s New Year’s Day in China and Christmas is approaching in the West, so the flow of people at the airport is very large.

"The weather is still not good!" Yang Ming just got off the plane, looked up at the sky, and thought to himself.

London was known as a foggy city in its previous life. It rarely saw bright sunshine all year round, and it often rained continuously. It can be said that apart from its own political and economic influence, London was not a city that Yang Ming liked.

When all of them got their luggage and put it on the cart, they started to walk towards the exit. As for the band's large items, someone will be responsible for delivering them to the venue where the concert will be held. Yang Ming and the others don't need to worry about it.

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"Yang, Yang, Yang, Yang!"

"Wow, Huaxia Yang is out!"

"God, I finally meet Yang in person."

...

Yang Ming and his group had just walked out of the door and found that countless fans were already outside. They held up Yang Ming's English pinyin, which was actually the pinyin of his name. Many people also held up Yang Ming's photos and shouted loudly.

Seeing Yang Ming come out, the crowd suddenly became turbulent and crowded towards Yang Ming.

Fortunately, the airport was already prepared for the fans who had been waiting at the airport exit. Several police officers worked hard to hold hands and isolate a barely passable passage.

Yang Ming was extremely happy when he saw such fans. This was a good sign. Originally, he was a little worried about his first concert in the West, but now that he saw this scene, he was only a little worried.

He also disappeared.

At this time, all eyes were focused on Yang Ming, and everyone else was ignored. Even Li Xiangjun did not have such a strong influence as Yang Ming at this time.

Seeing the countless hands stretched out and the faces filled with fervent and eager anticipation, Yang Ming handed the cart to another staff member, and then he began to sign autographs for these fans.

London, here I come!

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When I got home from get off work, I was shocked by the enthusiasm of my book friends. I tipped it 21 times at once. It’s too late today. I’ll give it a try tomorrow!
Chapter completed!