"You idiot, do you know what time it is? It's half past seven! You're two hours late. Stop talking nonsense and tell me about the sales situation of the magazine..." The editor-in-chief answered the phone and took a deep breath.

He glanced at Sister Lan and yelled at her.

"Gulu!!"

The editor-in-chief suddenly opened his eyes as he was cursing, full of disbelief, and then his expression froze, as if a movie was being played and someone suddenly pressed the pause button.

It lasted for a full two minutes.

It wasn't until he hung up the phone that the editor-in-chief woke up from a dream. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and murmured: "Is it possible that all the men in Hong Kong are so thirsty for his mother? It's just a magazine. Are you so crazy? How can you really take it?"

I am the second master Guan who is loyal, righteous, and courageous. Are you waiting to become my eldest brother?"

Snap!!

The editor-in-chief was in a daze when Sister Lan slapped him on the back: "You are rushing to the street to kill us? Tell me quickly, what is the situation?"

"It's done!!" After reacting, the editor-in-chief slapped the desk, stood up suddenly, his back straighter than before, and said with high spirits: "Young Master Tian is really wise and powerful, he has predicted everything! The publisher just said the same thing

Let me tell you, as of 7:15, all the first 100,000-issue magazine of "Feng Yue" has been sold out!!"

Others didn't understand the editor's elation, didn't understand it, didn't want to understand it, and didn't have the time to understand it, because the words of the talented editor at that moment were like dropping a bomb in their minds.

The shock caused them to stop thinking.

Snap!!

At this moment, a crisp slap sounded again, and Wuying, who was trembling with excitement, looked at Ah Hua in confusion.

"Doesn't it hurt? Why didn't you scream?" After saying that, Ah Hua slapped him again with his backhand.

"Ah! Do you know it hurts a lot?" Wu Fei grinned.

Looking at the pained Wuying Ahua, he nodded thoughtfully: "It's not a dream!"

Hearing this, Wuying almost cried: "Brother Dao, don't mess with me."

Li Wen on the side picked up the manuscript paper very smartly: "10 yuan per book, 50 cents for the newsstand man, labor, photos, tax... After deducting the cost, the net profit for a book is 48 yuan, and 100,000 copies is 480,000, a month

Even if there are 400,000 copies, that’s...nearly 2 million!! 2 million in a single month, the net profit in a year is at least 24 million! I choose!! Is it so easy to make money from Salty Magazine? Brother Tian really asked me to learn painting

What money, I think painting girls is the real money maker!"

"There is a real difference between having a brain and not having a brain. A net profit of 2 million a month can't be earned even if I blow my head off. Brother Tian is really sharp." When Aki heard the specific figures, he murmured with his mouth slightly open.

.

Aji is considered a martial arts idiot, but even if he is a martial arts idiot, he still needs to make money for eating, drinking, and defecating. He still needs money for bruises and injuries. Previously, even if he conquered Yuehua Street, he would only have to pay 100,000 yuan in protection fees a month. Absolutely

It won't exceed 200,000, but now Sheng Tianbu just uses his brain, and 2 million is rushed into his account, as if blown by a strong wind, and he can't even bend down to pick up money one by one so quickly. Such a terrifying earning power has exceeded

Aki's imagination.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

Li Rulan, who had previously scolded Sheng Tianbu for being too clever and too weak, was completely stunned. When she heard the editor's words, she stood up suddenly, feeling that every cell in her body was trembling, and now she sat back down.

stunned.

Beautiful eyes.

"Two million a month, 24 million a year... You promised to let me wear gold, silver, bird's nest and abalone within three months, and you really did it. Sheng Tianbu, are you my son...

"

"That must not be the case. How could you give birth to a handsome boy like me?" A joking laughter came from outside the door. Sheng Tianbu, who was late, pushed open the office door and walked in.

When everyone saw Sheng Tianbu, their eyes changed again, and their respect became even greater.

Li Rulan came back to her senses and became furious when she heard Sheng Tianbu's words. She grabbed Sheng Tianbu's ears and stared with her almond-shaped eyes: "Sheng Tianbu! What are you talking about? If you are brave enough, you will

Say what you just said again! Dare you say you are not my son?!"

"Don't you dare? In Ciyun Mountain, apart from the famous Double Sword Orchid, is there anyone else who can give birth to a handsome boy like me?"

"This is my boy!"

Li Rulan was so happy that she let go and patted Sheng Tianbu on the shoulder arrogantly. Then she turned into the pungent and nagging mother again, helped Sheng Tianbu straighten her clothes, and complained: "Go to the side again."

Are you fooling around? Do you know what day today is? It’s the day when your masterpiece goes on sale. I beg you to be more careful and don’t tell me that you have forgotten such an important thing.”

Sheng Tianbu smiled faintly and did not explain, acting calmly and calmly.

In fact, having turned on the God's Perspective plug-in, he already knew that even if he priced "Feng Yue" at ten yuan, he would not worry about selling it. If he couldn't sell out all the goods on the first day, he would have to try another day. If he tried another day, there wouldn't be more.

Five days.

Anyway, "Feng Yue" is a weekly magazine. As long as he can digest it all within a week, it will be considered his first business venture.

It's just that "Feng Yue" sold out on the first day, which really exceeded Sheng Tianbu's expectations. Like the editor-in-chief, Sheng Tianbu was also complaining in his heart, damn, are all the men in Hong Kong so horny?

When others saw Sheng Tianbu's reaction, they became more and more admired. This was a net profit of 2 million per month. Brother Tian's reaction was like "Taishan collapsed from the top but his heart was still unmoved."

Sheng Tianbu looked at the editor-in-chief: "What's the situation now? Please tell me in detail."

The editor quickly explained the situation.

"not bad!"

ha?

Everyone’s glasses were shattered. The magazine’s first issue of 100,000 copies sold out on the same day. Big boss, you got a “not bad” review?

Brother Tian, ​​your requirements are too high, aren't you? Or are you from an ordinary family, you have not had the taste of money since you were a child, and you are not interested in money at all?

All I can say is that this person is really different from others.

The awesome editor-in-chief looked excited and said confidently: "Master Tian, ​​I think I still underestimated how broad the Xian.wet magazine market is. A single copy is only ten yuan, and 100,000 copies can be sold out on the same day. The population of Hong Kong is 5.4 million.

For men, that’s 2.5 million.”

"I am confident that the single volume of "Feng Yue" will be sold to 25 copies. One out of every ten men in Hong Kong will watch our "Feng Yue"!"

Sheng Tianbu was noncommittal and said: "The first publication is Chuangjie, let's discuss the next development. Since everyone is here, let's have a meeting. Mom, will you participate?"

"Participate! Of course!"

Li Rulan's beautiful eyes widened and she said, "Young man, I'm afraid you have forgotten one thing. The registered legal person of the magazine is your mother and me. So to be more precise, this magazine belongs to your mother and has nothing to do with you.

Money matters."

"Since it's my company, how can I be absent from something as big as the company's future development?"

Sheng Tianbu smiled and hugged Li Rulan's shoulders, walked towards the office and said, "Mom, you made a mistake."

"What's the matter?"

"Even me, this guy, is yours, so what does it mean to be just a magazine?"

Li Rulan immediately smiled like a flower: "Young boy, I like to listen to what you say, filial piety. But you must say it three times a day, and save the rest to get the little Jew, and let me hold my grandson early. This is true filial piety.

"

Sheng Tianbu was sweating like crazy. One time is enough, but you still come here three times a day. Why not kill your son?
Chapter completed!