"Oh ... what? How much? There are more than 100 million?"

After listening to his son's answer, Wang Youliang subconsciously responded, and after reacting, he opened his eyes and looked at each other.

Just now, did he hear the wrong unit?

"Son, how do you have so much manuscript last month?"

Zhang Xian, who was equally shocked, asked about the doubts of the two.

Compared with her husband in front of her son, her mother's question is more direct.

"Foreign tax euro settlement. Last month, 4.5 million copies were sold in the world last month. After the tax deduction, it was 13 million euros. Now the ratio of the euro to Huayuan is 10.4, so there may be less, but this month may be less."

It is expected that the parents' response, Wang Yongren explained in detail the source of the manuscript fee that surpassed the common sense.

Compared to a rebirth predecessor who made billions of taxes in January nine years in January, this foreign version tax has less than 1.5 small targets, and it can only be regarded as drizzle.

"There are so many foreign version taxes."

When I heard that it was more than 10 times the exchange ratio, thinking that some foreign trade companies were also Jinjinjin, Wang Youliang was relieved.

Before, the son's monthly tax also had millions, now more than 10 million ... euro, it sounds like a lot !!!

Whoever thought, he became a billionaire so soon ... His father.

This is too shocking !!!

"Okay, there is a Harry Potter, with a tax of hundreds of millions of euros per year."

Compared with a more well -known writer, Wang Yongren, who was shocked by his father and mother's heart, continued to mention the previous thing: "My money is put in the bank and ate a interest. Parents, you want to buy a supermarket to ask questions.

Isn't it too waste of others or banks to borrow money. "

"Since my son said that, then we will not have enough money, you can also ask your son."

Seeing his son said so much, Zhang Xian also helped him.

She naturally knew that her husband had a sip of ambitions, but her son's excellence was completely beyond their imagination. There is no need to compete in this regard.

It is the most important thing to set up a good job for the son.

"Also."

Wang Youliang, who became so good in his son, also nodded.

The son has entered a monthly tax of hundreds of millions, how can this be compared !!!

Previously, he also felt that it was good to be able to deposit 3 million cash a year. It was already good. Compared with his son, he couldn't even compare it.

However, when a billionaire's father, it seems that it is good.

However, this kind of thing needs to be kept low -key.

After all, there is no trivial matter for money, and it is the safest thing for wealth.

Thinking of this, Wang Youliang did not speak directly, thinking that letting the child fuck back to talk about it, so as not to have any thoughts.

"Dad, mom, I live at home for one night, and I will go back tomorrow. I will go to London to open a signing meeting this week ..."

Seeing that Dad should be, Wang Yongren no longer struggled with this topic, and talked about his own schedule.

At that time, turn 2 million to the mother's account directly, and the rest will let the mother and dad communicate.

"OK......"

... ...

On Thursday morning, Wang Yongren returned to Lidu, sitting in the RV arranged by Sister Han, went to Hangzhou to meet the other party, and then went to the Magic Capital International Airport.

At 4 pm on Monday, Wang Yongren, who returned to the Magic capital, was relieved. When he left the airport and got on the bus, he threw the strips from the previous first -class cabin to the Frank beauty stewardess to the trash.

From the beginning to the end, he only glanced at it after the slim and beautiful flight attendant handed it to him, so as not to be a 'crisis reminder'.

I have to say that the quality of the beautiful flight attendants in the first class cabin of international flights is surprisingly high, and they are also very enthusiastic and proactive.

Unfortunately, he wasn't his cup of tea, and he didn't see the vague gaze of Sister Han next to him.

"Why, don't you make an appointment with that exotic beauty?"

Seeing the handsome brother's behavior, Han Xiaozhu waited for him to get in the car and asked with a smile.

"With Sister Xiaozhu here, those vulgar powders can't get into my eyes."

Holding the back of Sister Han's hand, Wang Yongren said calmly.

Because there is a special soundproof screen behind the driver's side of the RV, he is not worried about the intimacy between the two being seen by outsiders.

"Hehehe..."

"Mr. Han, there is a car following you."

While the two were chatting, the driver's voice came from the speaker in the car.

"If you don't go back to Hangzhou, go to the Shangri-La Hotel first and have someone check the car behind you."

Upon hearing this, Han Xiaozhu's expression remained unchanged and he communicated with the driver and bodyguard in front of him through the intercom.

On the contrary, Wang Yongren, whom he met for the first time, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"yes."

After a brief reply, the Mercedes-Benz RV, which was originally going to board the airport expressway, changed direction and drove towards the Shangri-La Hotel in Shanghai.

After having a simple dinner in the hotel restaurant, Han Xiaozhu, who was chatting with his handsome brother, answered the phone and explained to the person opposite with a smile: "The previous car belonged to a local entertainment reporter from Shanghai, and it was originally at the airport.

I'm waiting for other celebrities, I just happened to recognize you, and I'm going to find some news."

"oh."

Nodding, Wang Yongren was not so worried.

After all, he is not a super rich man, and the domestic security is still reassuring. At most, he needs to find someone to partner with him to do business.

As for going abroad, you must take good security measures.

...

"Manager Chu, when will your boss come back?"

On Tuesday morning, two agents who had come for two consecutive days asked Chu Jianghui with a smile.

"Boss Wu, Boss Fang, our boss won't be back until noon tomorrow, you'd better come back tomorrow afternoon."

Regarding the two agents from neighboring provinces who came to sign contracts, Chu Jianghui answered carefully without any impatience on her face.

What's more, both of them were very polite, and her words of 'manager' put her in a good mood.

"Manager Chu, I would like to ask, is Mr. Wang not the great writer who recently went abroad to hold a book signing?"

One of the younger women with short hair asked with a smile.

As clothing store owners who want to represent the 'Lady's Home' brand, they don't mind waiting here for three days, as they just want to get a first-hand understanding of the 'Lady's Home' brand's products and sales.

The scene I saw yesterday afternoon, the busy half-day of packing and loading, was really reassuring.

After all, after they signed the agency contract, they had to pay a deposit of 20,000 yuan, so it was better to see it before believing it.

In addition, when they were sitting and observing in the store yesterday, they also heard the female clerk talking about the boss, whose identity behind the scenes was a bit surprising.

If the owner of the 'Lady's Home' brand is a world-renowned writer, then the future potential of this brand will definitely be extraordinary.

"Sorry, I can't answer this question."

Hearing this question, Chu Jianghui would not easily confirm it without the boss making it clear.

Whether the 'Lady's Home' brand should be associated with the writer 'There is no one like me in the world' is something that the boss can decide on her own. As an accountant, she would not dare to decide on her own.

"Understood, understood."

Regarding this kind of immodest answer, the short-haired woman and the other female shopkeeper looked at each other and already had an answer in their hearts.

"Manager Chu, can we still sit in the store this afternoon?"

After watching it for a long time yesterday, they wanted to continue to observe it to see if it was an occasional 'show'.

Although the office space of Renhe Industrial and Trading Company, which owns the 'Lady's Home' brand, is a bit crude, the goods they saw piled up in several warehouses and hundreds of express delivery orders every day were real.

If the scene is still the same this afternoon, it is unlikely to be false.

I heard that Renhe Industry and Trade also has its own design studio, which is located in the city center of Hangzhou. No wonder there are so many new clothes.

I can only say that this company is more pragmatic and makes people feel at ease and reassured.

"Can."
Chapter completed!