The rise of the heroes started from Hong Kong movies

Chapter 21: Millions of Net Profits! (1 more)

Others didn’t know Yang Du’s proud expression, didn’t understand, didn’t want to understand, and didn’t have time to understand, because Yang Du’s words at this moment were like dropping a nuclear bomb in their minds.

Their brains were blank and they couldn’t think anymore.

Snap! !

Just then, a crisp slap sounded again, and the trembling crow looked at Chen Xiaodao in confusion.

Chen Xiaodao glared: “Doesn’t it hurt? Why don’t you scream?” He slapped the crow again with his backhand, and this time the crow screamed.

“It’s not a dream!”

Chen Xiaodao said seriously.

The crow was about to cry, saying, "Brother Dao, don't mess with me."

Master Su excitedly calculated the bill and said, "One, one, ten yuan for one copy, fifty cents for the newsstand owner, labor, photos, taxes... after deducting the costs, the net profit for one copy is four dollars and eighty yuan, one hundred thousand copies is 480,000, and four hundred thousand copies a month, then that is..."

Zhami was so shocked that he gasped and said, "Nearly 2 million!! 2 million a month, the net profit for a year is at least 24 million! I'll pick it!! So pornographic magazines are so profitable?"

Luo Tianhong scratched his head and said, "There is a real difference between having brains and not having brains. A net profit of 2 million a month is not something you can earn even if you blow my head off. Brother Yao is really sharp."

Luo Tianhong in this world is a martial arts fanatic, but even if he is a martial arts fanatic, he still needs to make money if he comes from a housing estate.

Even if he had taken over Yunhua Street before, he would only get a few hundred thousand yuan in protection fees a month, and it would never exceed 200,000 yuan. But now Huo Wenyao can easily earn 2 million yuan by just using his brain.

Such a terrifying ability to make money has exceeded Luo Tianhong's imagination.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Jiang Meifeng, who had previously scolded Huo Wenyao for being a master but not a master, was completely stunned. When she heard Yang Du's words, she suddenly stood up, feeling that every cell in her body was trembling, and now she sat back down.

Stupefied.

Her beautiful eyes were lost in thought.

Jiang Meifeng murmured, "2 million a month, 24 million a year... You promised to let me wear gold and silver, bird's nest and abalone within three months, and you really did it. Huo Wenyao, are you my son..."

"Of course not, how could you give birth to a son as beautiful as me?"

A teasing laugh came from outside the door, and Huo Wenyao, who was a step late, opened the door of the office and walked in.

When everyone saw Huo Wenyao, their eyes changed again.

The respect was even greater.

Jiang Meifeng came back to her senses and was furious when she heard what Huo Wenyao said. She grabbed Huo Wenyao's ear and said with wide eyes: "Huo Wenyao! What are you talking about? What are you talking about? If you have the guts, just say it again! You dare to say you are not my son?!"

Huo Wenyao did not feel embarrassed because his younger brothers were all here. He laughed and said: "I dare not. In such a big Tsz Wan Shan, besides the famous Sister Feng, is there anyone who can give birth to a handsome boy like me?"

"This is my son!"

Jiang Meifeng was so happy that she was bubbling.

She let go of her hand and patted Huo Wenyao's shoulder proudly.

Then she turned into the hot-tempered and nagging mother again.

She helped Huo Wenyao to straighten his clothes and complained: "Where did you go to fool around again? Do you know what day it is today? It's the day when your pornographic masterpiece is released.

I beg you to pay more attention to it.

Don't tell me that you forgot such an important thing.

" Huo Wenyao smiled faintly and didn't explain.

He was calm and indifferent.

In fact, he had opened the God's Perspective plug-in and knew that even if he priced "Feng Yue" at 10 yuan, he would not have trouble selling it.

If it couldn't be sold out on the first day, he would sell it out on another day.

If it didn't work on another day, there were still five days left.

Anyway, "Feng Yue" was a weekly magazine.

As long as it could be sold out within a week, his first venture would be successful.

However, it was really beyond Huo Wenyao's expectation that "Feng Yue" sold out on the first day.

Like Yang Du, Huo Wenyao was also complaining in his heart, damn, are all the men in Hong Kong so hungry?

Others saw Huo Wenyao's reaction and admired him even more.

This is a net profit of 2 million per month, and Brother Yao actually had this reaction, which is worthy of the seven words "stay calm when facing major events".

Huo Wenyao looked at Yang Du and said, "Old Yang, what's the situation now? Tell me in detail."

Yang Du quickly told the situation again.

Huo Wenyao nodded: "Not bad."

Huh?

Everyone's glasses were broken to the ground. The first issue of 100,000 copies of the magazine sold out on the same day, and you, the big boss, only gave it a "not bad" comment?

Brother Yao, your requirements are too high, right?

I can only say that people are really different.

Yang Du was excited and said confidently: "Master Yao, I think I still underestimated how wide the pornographic magazine market is. A single copy costs 10 yuan, and 100,000 copies can be sold out on the same day. The population of Hong Kong is 5.4 million, and 2.5 million men are male."

"I am confident that the sales of "Feng Yue" can reach 25 copies. One out of every ten men in Hong Kong will read our "Feng Yue"!"

Huo Wenyao did not comment, and said: "The first issue has achieved success, so let's discuss the next development. Since everyone is here, let's have a meeting. Mom, will you attend?"

"Yes! Of course I will!"

Jiang Meifeng glared at her and said, "Young man, you may have forgotten one thing. The magazine company The registered legal person is your mother. So to be more precise, this magazine belongs to your mother, and you have nothing to do with it. "

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

Huo Wenyao smiled and put his arm around Jiang Meifeng's shoulders, walked towards the office, and said: "Mom, you made a mistake."

Jiang Meifeng said: "What's the matter?"

Huo Wenyao said: "Even I am your son, what's a mere magazine?"

Jiang Meifeng said happily: "Young man, I like what you said, filial piety. But you can only say it three times a day, and keep the rest to pick up those crazy girls, so that I can hold them early.Grandson, this is true filial piety. ”

Huo Wenyao was sweating profusely, once was enough, you actually come three times a day, you might as well kill your son.