money player

Chapter 82 Indian God Oil
"We can find a burly Russian, let's say he has practiced an ancient Russian secret art, and it's not a big deal to control ten women at night. Now he comes to Hong Kong to set up a ring, invites the world's heroes to challenge him, and declares that as long as he can defeat He'll get five thousand dollars, and the loser just has to yell 'I'm the sick man of Asia' three times."

Xian Yaowen laughed wildly and said: "What a great idea. What a great idea. Five thousand dollars is too little. Let's change it to fifty thousand dollars. It will be more generous. Go ahead and tell us the details."

After being recognized, Huang Zuqiang's confidence soared and he said with high spirits: "Not everyone can challenge the Russian Hercules. If you want to challenge, you need to go to the designated chicken stall to take the test. Only those who have the level of the Night Royal Five Women can be qualified to challenge.

The test lasts for half a month. Those who finally qualify will compete with the Russian strongmen. The results can be manipulated to arrange for a challenger to win.

As long as Thirteen Yao covers the whole process, newspaper sales will be greatly increased, and during the test session, the chicken stall can be negotiated and the chicken stall will pay a certain amount of advertising fees. "

Xian Yaowen nodded, "The idea is very creative, but it's just a little sloppy and not detailed enough. But your idea is very valuable and reminds me of a money-making idea."

Editor Huang, in this case, tonight and tomorrow you will be busy with the release of the first issue. The day after tomorrow, you will go to the law firm of William Chen and entrust the law firm to register a trademark in the name of Shisan Yao. The name will be 'Indian God Oil' . "

As he said that, Xian Yaowen smiled mysteriously, "I'll add some spices to your idea just now. After the challenger who won the final victory learned that he had won, he had bleeding from all his orifices on the spot. Bleeding from the eyes is difficult to operate, but bleeding from the ears, nose, and mouth is still easy to do. Yes, bleeding from the five orifices is okay.

When such an incident occurs, it is natural to rescue, and in the process of hurriedly scrambling, a bottle rolled out from the challenger's trouser pocket, with a trademark and four big characters on it..."

"Indian sacred oil?"

"That's right. With your idea, we can launch an aphrodisiac."

"Mr. Xian, do you have a prescription?"

"No." Xian Yaowen shook his head, "Look through a few medical books, and you will definitely be able to find a cheaper prescription. It's just a medicine with three parts poison, so it's better not to give it to others.

There are things called essential oils abroad. Some are expensive and some are cheap. The efficacy is not great, but they are not harmful to people. The essential oils add some hot ingredients and can generate heat after being applied. This is our Indian sacred oil. "

"This, this, isn't this a lie?" Huang Zuqiang stammered.

"Editor Huang, some men really can't do it. They can't do it no matter what they try. Some men seem to be incapable, but in fact they can do it. As long as they think they can do it mentally, they can do it. Our Indian sacred oil can be regarded as a kind of medicine for the heart. It’s just a mental illness, and it’s absolutely out of the question to lie to people.”

Xian Yaowen added a bit of charisma to his tone, "Moreover, it will sell very well. Your 20% stake can bring you tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars in income a year. Think about it, hundreds of thousands a year." , your wife will not only not stop you from finding a lover, but will also be very busy helping your lover to have a confinement period."

"Do I have a share too?"

Xian Yaowen sneered and said: "Editor Huang, you are asking a question knowingly. The Indian sacred oil is under the name of Thirteen Yao, so you will naturally enjoy two percent of its dividends. Otherwise, there is no need for me to tell you about it, right?"

Huang Zuqiang smiled awkwardly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xian."

"Don't thank me in a hurry. Let's analyze your idea. First of all, the Russian Hercules can be fake. All you need to do is find a rather annoying-looking foreigner and take a few photos with contemptuous expressions.

It's best to find strong ones, but it doesn't matter if you can't find them. Strong ones are easier to fake. You can buy two fans of pork, cut off the meat and stick it on your body. Find one with better craftsmanship to make it look like the real one.

The next sentence is even simpler. Newspapers are not allowed to publish photos without pants. How to fake it if you have pants? You don’t need me to teach you, right? "

Huang Zuqiang nodded.

Xian Yaowen picked up the cigar and took a puff, then put it back on the ashtray. "The Russian Strongman is fake, and the subsequent competition is also fake. This kind of competition is indecent. The Hong Kong government will not agree to it, and neither will the citizens." , the competition can only be arranged in Kowloon Walled City, which will filter out most people who want to watch it now.

This kind of spectacle is rare to see in a hundred years. The admission fee is not too much. The price of the ticket is not too high, such as 500 yuan a ticket. This can filter out most of the people who have been screened before, and the remaining ones can afford the tickets. , and there were not many people who wanted to see it. A sentence of "I'm late, the tickets have been sold out" can send most people away, except for one or two people who are difficult to deal with.

When the time comes, we will see who the difficult person is. Different people will use different strategies to deal with it. No one will cling to things that are not on the table and cause a fuss.

Fake, all fake. The story is all made up by Editor Huang and others. The contestants who finally participate in the competition have to make up an extraordinary and bizarre origin for them, such as the descendants of Lao Ai and the descendants of Pan An. Challenge The successful one must be named Feng or Xue, so he is said to be a descendant of Xue Huaiyi/Feng Xiaobao.

Before Feng Xiaobao became Wu Zetian's face, he was a small seller of wild medicine in Luoyang City. It was absolutely reasonable to say that he was proficient in pharmacology and no one could find fault with him. After entering the palace, I accidentally came into contact with Tang Seng... Note that it must be Tang Seng here, not Xuanzang.

Feng Xiaobao accidentally saw the "Medicine Sutra" that Tang Monk had brought back from Tianzhu, and discovered a secret recipe called 'Tantra Oil'..."

Xian Yaowen sighed and asked Huang Zuqiang, "Do you know the history of Indian Buddhism?"

"do not know much."

"Oh, let me give you a rough explanation. After Buddhism spread eastward, the local Buddhism in India declined. In the later stages of its decline, a sect called 'esoteric Buddhism' developed. According to its popular time, region and practice characteristics, etc. There are many different names, such as Tantra Buddhism, Vajrayana, Easy Way Vehicle, Kalachakra Vehicle, etc.

Some scriptures of Tantric Buddhism are also often called Tantra, which is the original origin of the word Tantra. However, there is also the word Tantra in Hinduism. It does not represent a sect, but specifically refers to the scriptures of the Goddess sect that separated from the Shiva sect.

The Goddess Sect is also known as the Xingli Sect. This sect mainly practices things similar to the Tantric Happy Zen.

That's probably it. Do your own research and see how you should write it so that you can connect Tantra Oil to Indian Buddhism, and then connect it to the Hindu Goddess Sect, and finally come to the conclusion that Tantra Oil is the sacred oil used by the Goddess Sect for cultivation. , this can be regarded as a clear explanation of the origin of the name Indian sacred oil. "

Xian Yaowen's erudition and quick wit made Huang Zuqiang sincerely admire him. Being erudite is not a big deal. Maybe Mr. Sharp.

“Mr.

Xian Yaowen chuckled lightly, "Forget about flattery. If you want to round out the story and lay the groundwork, you need to do a lot. First, you need to write a story about Wu Zetian and Feng Xiaobao, and then write a story about Huo Yuanjia. Focus on how he defeated the Russian Hercules.

After the story is written, I try to find a way to send it to the radio station for people to tell it. The storytellers on the radio station are all southerners. As far as I know, there are many northerner storytellers from the north in Hong Kong, and the stories have to be handed over to them. Not only did I not charge them, but I also gave them money and asked them to speak hard. I want to make the names "Feng Xiaobao" and "Russian Hercules" well known in Hong Kong in a short time. "

Huang Zuqiang thought about it and said, "It will cost a lot of money and time to set the stage like this."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it succeeds in the end. Besides, the chicken stall part of your idea is not something we can easily do now. We need to wait until Thirteenth Yao has a certain reputation." Xian Yaowen spread his hands, "So , let us put down the Indian sacred oil and return to the theme of our meeting."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zuqiang took out two folded papers from his briefcase and unfolded them on the table. It can be seen that the two papers are the size of a regular newspaper, with lines drawn on them divided into sections, and words written on each section. Written paper or photo.

After a quick glance, Xian Yaowen's eyes were quickly attracted by the photo on the front page.

"Hahaha, how did you find such a big wave?"

Huang Zuqiang said coyly: "I know the owner of a chicken stall in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Xian Yaowen nodded, moved his eyes to other sections, and quickly read both papers. Afterwards, he organized his language and said: "The problem is not big, but everyone is not open-minded enough. The title is too implicit, and the plot in the article is too elegant. Be more open-minded, use words that are more rude, be more straightforward, and use less words that ordinary people will understand." For difficult to understand esoteric words, the cultural level of our readers must be taken into consideration.”

"Which?"

Xian Yaowen came out one by one, and then discussed with Huang Zuqiang how to change it for the better.

After discussing for more than half an hour, Huang Zuqiang hurriedly reported to the club. Today, all the 13-year-olds have to burn the midnight oil, finalize the draft before midnight, print it out in the early morning, and then hand it over to the distributor, and it will be available in bookstores and newsstands before six in the morning.

The next day, when Xian Yaowen was having breakfast, the first issue of "Thirteen Yao" was already in his hands. Next to him was Wang Xiamin, who was blushing. She was the one who bought the newspaper. Even if she didn't read the text, the pictures would definitely be missing. fall.

After reading the entire newspaper again, he felt that it was slightly better than the version he read last night, but he had no idea what the sales volume would be like. He had not felt that the contents of the newspaper could satisfy him. His eyes lit up. If he didn't have a purpose, it would be impossible for him to buy this kind of newspaper. It would be too childish.

Putting down the newspaper, hoping that the 10,000 copies of the printed newspaper would be sold out, Su Lizhen came to the dining room with her waist twisted, walked over to him and sat down.

Wang Xiamin glanced at Su Lizhen's face and was very surprised by how good her complexion was. Her face was rosy, with a hint of redness hidden in her watery white skin. There was a subtle smile between her eyebrows and eyes, and her face was radiant. Anyone could tell at a glance that she was in a good mood, even better than yesterday.

(End of this chapter)