Three days later, "Men's Wear" magazine finally opened for business!

Lin Huaile was wearing a white suit and sunglasses, holding three sticks of incense and placing them respectfully in the incense burner.

Xiangjiang people are superstitious about Feng Shui, and they need to worship gods whether they are starting work or opening a business.

Originally, he didn't want to engage in such a show, but wanted to quietly start a business and make money.

However, Lin Guosheng tried every possible means to persuade him that there should be a formal ceremony so that he could help promote the magazine.

So, we held this opening ceremony.

When Situ Haonan saw the boss finished lighting the incense, he immediately lit firecrackers, and the sound of firecrackers resounded throughout the street.

"Congratulations, Mr. Le!"

'Congratulations to Le Shao!'

Lin Guosheng covered his ears and came close to Lin Huale. He was also dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a small red flower on his chest, and his face was glowing. This was his first time as editor-in-chief, and he was radiant.

"Same joy, same joy!"

"My friend from the media, you are here today because you have worked hard."

"Are you ready to make interest?"

"Don't let people say that Editor Lin is a stingy person."

Lin Huaile applauded and looked towards where the media reporters were taking photos.

Interesting money is for good luck, and most of it contains small change, just for good luck.

However, if the media does not pay for the travel expenses, they will write blindly when they go back. The pens of these uncrowned kings are as scary as the knives in the hands of dwarf mules.

"Everything is ready. Three hundred yuan per person. I'm sure these young reporters will be happy."

"I will give you a good publicity when I get back!"

Lin Guosheng has been in the cultural media industry for more than ten years. He has already understood all the tricks inside. He has already prepared it early without Lin Huaile's instructions.

"It would be better to promote it more. The more magazines we sell, the more money we will get."

"I saw the photo you took, and I'm not very satisfied with the cover."

"It's not very tempting. There's a dead body. I don't know. I thought we kidnapped him and forcibly photographed him."

Seeing that Lin Guosheng had taken the initiative to take care of these little things, Lin Huaile mentioned the sample photos he had taken. There was something wrong with the shooting techniques of these photos and they were not attractive at all.

When it comes to work, Lin Guosheng is more caring than Lin Huaile. This is the first time he has taken charge of the overall situation. If his former enemy publicizes that he has exhausted his talents, he will not have a bright future.

"I asked the lantern man to take the photo again as soon as possible, but none of the photographers in Xiangjiang have ever taken salty and wet photos. Most of them have no experience, so it's not easy to do!"

Lin Guosheng also scratched his head a little and explained the difficulty.

"This is easy to handle. The sales group of "Playboy" are North American soldiers. They need direct visual conflict to relieve their pressure."

"But why can't you do it in Xiangjiang? The magazine sells for thirty yuan. If you add some money, you can go directly to the horse stable."

"Be bold, be unique, and be subtle."

Lin Huaile relied on his previous life experience to guide Lin Guosheng on what to do.

"Brother Le, the auspicious time has come and it's time to cut."

"Congressman Chen is here, and Lawyer Zhang is chatting with him."

Changmao ran over from the side and said breathlessly.

Lin Huaile was very satisfied with the well-groomed long hair. His originally shawl-length hair was now parted in the middle, making it much cleaner.

"That's right. You dress up more energetically. With your hair so long, you're not afraid of fleas?"

Lin Huaile first helped Changmao adjust his tie, then patted him on the shoulder and praised him happily.

Councilor Chen of the Western Hong Kong and Kowloon Council is considered one of the powerful factions. His father is the president of the Chen Clan Association, and one-sixth of the rural land in the New Territories belongs to the Chen family.

As a local powerhouse, even if the Hong Kong Governor is doing things, he still has to listen to his father's opinions.

Relying on Chen's reputation, he is extremely tough in the district council and seeks benefits for the bottom residents of Hong Kong and Kowloon.

The price Zhang Wentian helped set up was that the legal counsel of the tram company and the magazine would be represented by his firm.

"Congressman Chen, welcome, I am the boss of the magazine, Lin Huaile!"

Lin Huaile took off his sunglasses, threw them to the long hair behind him, and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face.

Councilor Chen is in his forties and is well-maintained. Perhaps because of his high position, his face is majestic and awe-inspiring.

"Young talent, young talent."

"Jerry often talks about you in front of me, saying that you entered the cultural world at a young age and your future is limitless."

Councilor Chen complimented him politely and held Lin Huaile's hands together.

Lin Guosheng stood beside them, gesturing with his hands behind his back, asking reporters to quickly take pictures.

Those who came out to work as reporters were all quick-eyed and quick-handed. They immediately picked up the camera in their hands and took pictures.

The instinct of a political animal is to perform. Seeing the camera pointed at him, Councilor Chen immediately showed a people-friendly smile and even took the initiative to put his arms around Lin Huaile's shoulders to show his intimacy.

After the reporters took photos, Lin Guosheng coughed, stepped forward and said: "Lin Sheng, Councilor Chen, Zhang Lu, we are ready to cut the ribbon, please move forward!".

The hired concierge ladies were wearing cheongsams and unzipped a one-meter-two long red dress and showed it in front of everyone.

Lin Huaile stood in the middle. He should have made the first scissor, but he did not choose to take the limelight. Instead, he gave up his position and let Congressman Chen make the first scissor.

Councilor Chen was stunned for a moment, then showed a teachable smile and quickly cut the long red strip.

"Good luck, good luck."

"Everyone, the buffet is ready, please come in and enjoy!"

When Lin Guosheng saw that all the necessary ceremonies had been completed, he immediately invited everyone in for dinner.

"I have something else to do, so I won't stay for dinner."

"On behalf of Director Chen of the welfare home, I would like to thank Lin Sheng for his generous donation."

"If anything happens in the future, call me!"

Councilor Chen did not stay longer. He knew exactly who Lin Huaile was. If this guy hadn't donated a batch of medicines to the welfare home, he would never have come here to occupy the space.

However, Zhi's actions just now made him very fond of this young man, so he made an exception and gave him a business card to form a good relationship.

Lin Huaile took the business card, said a few polite words, and then personally escorted Senator Chen to the car and left.

Watching the car leave, Lin Huaile turned around and said to Zhang Wentian, "I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

"I didn't expect it to be such a heavyweight."

"The reporter over there only dares to sit in the car and doesn't even dare to come over and ask!"

"What a rush!".

Zhang Wentian smiled proudly and looked at the car on the street. He didn't even need to look at it. Detective O inside would be very angry.

"The welfare home has always been a big problem. Needless to say, you understand the relationship between Director Chen and Councilor Chen."

"Sometimes, money has to be spent in the right place to get twice the result with half the effort." Zhang Wentian said philosophically.

Lin Huaile smiled and nodded, agreeing with Zhang Dalu's idea.
Chapter completed!