Hearing Lu Xiaobu's words, Zhang Feng's heart was twitching.
30 million?
Give it away to beggars?
Young Master, does your family still need beggars?
He helplessly said goodbye to Lu Xiaobu.
They did something unnecessary again.
This program deserves it.
Lu Xiaobu hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and then called Liang Lan: "Sister Lan, please handle the advertising part again, just my Weibo alone is not enough."
"Alright, Young Master, it's already in progress."
Liang Lan responded.
Since the Young Master has personally intervened this time, it means he wants the very best of everything.
Equipment? The top configuration!
Stage? The best design!
Promotion? The most expensive time slots!
Contestants? The best treatment and accommodations!
These are all things she should be doing; waiting for the Young Master's arrangements meant she could really be laid off.
"Young Master, do you have any thoughts on the mentors?"
Liang Lan asked.
