Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 99 Wenwan Really Doesn’t Make Money (Monthly Ticket Plus One)

"Did you just change the name? Really, Wen Wan Tycoon."

This netizen was obviously aiming at Baoyou, who just identified the dzi bead.

Such a stalking and entertaining netizen must of course support him, and Zhang Yang accepted Lianmai with a smile.

On the other side of the video is a man who dared to show his entire face in Master Zhang's live broadcast room. He should be 50 or [-] years old.

In Zhang Yang's live broadcast room, Baoyou who is willing to appear on camera at this age is quite rare.

And it can be seen right away that he is wearing a black and white dzi bead around his neck, and he can already see three eyes from the front, most likely nine eyes.

Wen Wan Tycoon's taste is right.

"Teacher, the literary tycoon just now is a fake, and I am the real one."

"If you don't believe me, take a look at my dzi bead." Baoyou pointed to the thing he was wearing around his neck and said.

"Take it off and let me see!"

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, the other party was unmoved, as if he was reaching out to grab something.

Then, Baoyou held more than a dozen ropes strung with dzi beads in one hand and displayed them in front of the camera.

That posture is the same as that of a street vendor selling vegetables.

[tycoon?I think it’s leeks]

【This person is not a wholesaler of Tianzhu】

[I checked his account, it's normal, not like someone with goods]

Zhang Yang looked at three of the dozen or so dzi beads displayed by this treasure friend, and already had bad guesses about the origin of this literary and entertainment tycoon.

At least a dealer.

But it didn't show on his face, he still asked cheerfully:
"Baoyou, do these things seem to be produced in the same factory?"

The "production time" is exactly the same, all in 2023.

"Yes." The other party admitted this very frankly: "This is produced by a friend of mine's factory, on the same day and in the same batch."

"Just now I was moved by what Master Zhang said, and I came to Lianmai specially to talk to you about Wenwan, mainly Tibetan Wenwan."

"Okay." Zhang Yang nodded in appreciation: "Besides the National Treasure Gang, you are also the first to come to our live broadcast room, a practitioner in the counterfeit industry."

"Hahaha, the teacher is joking, I'm just a waste who can't even drink soup."

Baoyou smiled honestly, without any embarrassment.

In Zhang Yang's mind, this kind of person is either sincere or thick-skinned.

Either way, you can listen to what he has to say.

"Actually, what I want to say is that playing with Tibetan script really doesn't make money."

Baoyou said seriously to the camera.

【Good guy, this is here to wash the floor】

【Only make a few hundred million points, right】

[It is not making money to buy texts and play, but it is sure to make money selling]

"Let's take a look at this first. Teacher Zhang, can you see if this is an old string?"

Baoyou took out more than a dozen strings of Vajra Bodhi bracelets that were plated red and glowing with oil.

"It's not as old as the chair I'm sitting on. I suspect it just left the factory this year." Zhang Yang quickly gave a judgment.

"It was indeed last month. My brother's factory just sent it over."

"That old brother of mine started a bracelet factory as a business project. There are tens of tons of King Kong, Xingyue, and phoenix eyes at home."

Dozens of tons?
Zhang Yang thought about it, how big is that warehouse.

No wonder this man grabs those bracelets like walnuts.

Zhang Yang thought his words would be very interesting, so he didn't disturb him, and quietly listened to this treasure friend.

"There are a total of six old machines in his factory, and he keeps oiling the bodhi seeds day and night, and the machines are all dry and smoking."

"The machine costs electricity, the bodhi seeds cost oil, and each string of things costs more than 200."

"For things like this, you have to find an actor who can speak Tashi Dele before you can sell them. A bunch of them can sell for [-] to [-]."

"After working for two months, he bought a Land Rover equipped with Taiwan's high-end equipment, and owed the bank a car loan of 50 yuan, so he didn't make any money at all."

[Fuck, awesome! 】

【Redefining not making money】

[This is a friendly army, a good burial]

[It’s true that I don’t make money, the money is given to car companies and banks]

"So, it's true that you don't make money!" Zhang Yang suppressed his laugh and nodded.

It can be heard that the uncle on the opposite side has his own speaking style, which is a bit convoluted, but the meaning is very clear.

Bodhi seed bracelets, huge profits!

"Teacher, guess, do these pure dzi beads make money?"

"The workmanship is good, so it shouldn't make any money. But I'm curious, where did you lose all the money?" Zhang Yang responded cooperatively.

"Hey, speaking of this, it was really miserable."

The elder brother patted his thigh and stroked the gray hair on the top of his head.

"The cost of Tianzhu is more than 3000. In order to sell it for 100 million, he goes to deliver things to those celebrities every day and asks them to help bring the goods."

"You have to go to the film festival, you have to go to large-scale exhibitions, you have to go to even the birthday parties of celebrities, otherwise people will wear jewelry around their necks, who will wear dzi beads?"

"He flew all over the world all year round. In the end, he didn't eat well and got stomach cancer. He spent more than 5000 million on medical treatment abroad."

"Adding the breakup fee he gave to the two female stars, it doesn't make any money at all."

[It's so miserable, I cried when I heard it]

[Flying is easy to get stomach cancer, everyone be careful]

[As a salesperson, I also fly all over the world, and I feel the same pain.]

[Brother who empathizes with me before, failed in reading comprehension]

"Baoyou, my life has been unsatisfactory recently, is there any such tragic story?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Yes, teacher, look at this."

Baoyou took out a black lacquered metal Buddha statue.

"Is this Tiantie?" Zhang Yang asked.

There are only so many Tibetan scripts to play, and the logic of selling them is similar.

Tiantie and Tianzhu are very similar, and they are also said to have fallen from the sky. To put it bluntly, they are various statues made by the ancient Tibetan people processing meteorite iron.

The value is the same as that of antiques, and the price is confirmed according to the year of the thing. Because of the veil of Buddhist culture, the price is hundreds of times higher than that of antiques of the same period.

"Yeah, just such a small piece of iron, smashed day and night, and the iron piece for 20 yuan can only be sold for tens of thousands of yuan."

"It seems that the profit is very high, but in order to expand production, my brother bought a steel factory and spent hundreds of millions."

"According to the calculation, it will take several years to sell Tiantie to pay back the cost. He told us a few days ago that he has no time to go to the club in recent years."

【No money at all! 】

[This is a bit fake, the Tiantie that costs 20 yuan costs at least [-] yuan]

【My wife just bought a Tiantie a few days ago...】

[Congratulations, you can consider reselling it to Lian Jie for [-] million]

"Brother, I already understand that the entertainment industry doesn't make any money at all."

Zhang Yang gave the opponent a thumbs up.

"The three stories you told are so good. We want to cut this into a short video later. Do you want to mosaic your face?"

"It's okay, you don't need to code at all. What I hate the most is coding." Baoyou waved his hand and said, "Besides, I, like you, teacher, have a public face."

"Hahaha, okay, I never code." Zhang Yang and Baoyou looked at each other and smiled.

　There are two more chapters to come.The code word is a bit slow, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)