The Rise of the Hero Starts from the Hong Kong Film

"Being a magazine, he is an amateur, you are an expert, don't you think that when someone calls him 'Brother Yao', he knows everything? Then he is not Brother Yao, but God, I am God's mother, you look at me like ?"

Zhanmi, Chen Xiaodao, and Luo Tianhong were all amused by Jiang Meifeng, and they thought to themselves, "As expected of a big brother's mother, the style is exactly the same."

Yang Du smiled bitterly and said: "Sister Feng, this is why you misunderstood me. When Yao Shao set the price of ten yuan, I said it all. My expectation was seven yuan. Zhong You, the first issue was released, and I didn't want to make it that big. The original plan was only [-] copies, but Yao Shao didn't listen, and I couldn't do anything. Zhan Mi Zai was there at the time. If I lied, you can ask him."

Jiang Meifeng didn't have to ask Zhanmi, she knew that Yang Du didn't lie.

Street Fighter!

Jiang Meifeng cursed inwardly, then waved her hand: "Okay, okay, explain, I have nothing to say you did wrong. Although Ah Yao came up with the idea of ​​the salty and wet magazine, it's up to you to do things."

"Old Yang, I know your hard work, even if you don't achieve anything, you have worked hard. If I can tell you this, I take you as my own person and don't take it to heart."

How could Sister Ciyunshan Feng, who gave birth to Huo Wenyao and raised her alone, was someone who cares about everything, and how could she not have a little emotional intelligence?

With these words, Yang Du was elated, and he felt more and more that he had a bright future with Huo Wenyao.

Yang Du smiled and said: "Sister Feng, you don't need to say these words, I know them all. But you don't have to worry too much, Yao Shao is doing big things, the first issue, it doesn't matter if you lose it, the big deal will start from the next issue. Low price."

"Although the price adjustment is not very attractive in the industry, it is not done by anyone. There are precedents, and there will be more profits in the future."

Jiang Meifeng nodded slightly, but still scolded angrily: "Ayao, that poor boy, just do it with salty and wet magazines, but what is he doing so foolishly, does he really want to become a millionaire in a month? I pick! People's hearts It's not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, be careful to die."

"You are not easy to talk about. When he comes, I will talk about it! You are obviously a layman, and you don't even listen to what you have to say, Lao Yang. Treat yourself as a baa, the honor of ninety-five."

With Huo Wenyao's status today, it's really hard for others to say, this matter is really only Jiang Meifeng who is most qualified to come forward.

The others just laughed and no one answered.

"Jingle Bell!!"

At this moment, the landline on Yang Du's desk rang.

A telephone line is at least [-], and "Fengyue" is only run. The start-up capital is pitiful. If you can save it, you can save it. In the entire office, Yang Du has a landline.

Yang Du shouted: "Huang Yongfa finally called!"

Swish! !

moment.

Jiang Meifeng stopped scolding the street, Zhan Mi, Chen Xiaodao, Luo Tianhong and others also all looked at Yang Du, extremely nervous, and there was more cold sweat on their faces, and they even held their breath.

Immediately is the moment of life and death.

Yang Du answered the phone and scolded his face with his head covered: "Huang Yongfa, you slammed into the street, do you know what time it is? It's half past seven! You are two hours late, stop talking nonsense, and tell me about the magazine sales. …”

Without waiting for Yang Du to speak again, Huang Yongfa on the other side of the phone also exploded. Instead of being angry, he quickly reported the sales of "Fengyue".

"Guru!!"

Yang Du's eyes stared suddenly, full of inconceivable, and then his expression froze, as if a movie was being played when someone suddenly pressed the pause button.

It lasted a full two minutes.

It wasn't until Huang Yongfa over there hung up the phone that Yang Du just woke up like a dream, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and muttered: "Take his mother, are all men in Hong Kong so hungry? It's just a magazine, do you want it? so crazy..."

Snapped! !

Yang Du was in a daze, and Jiang Meifeng said anxiously, "Are you trying to scare us to death? Hurry up and tell me, what is the situation?"

"It's done!!"

Yang Du slapped the desk, stood up suddenly, his waist was straighter than before, and he said in high spirits: "Yao Shao is really wise and talented, he is all right!"

"Huang Yongfa told me just now that as of [-]:[-] a.m., our first [-] magazines of "Fengyue" were all sold out!!"

"Central, Western District, Mong Kok, Tsim Sha Tsui and other Tai Fu districts totaled [-] copies, and at [-]:[-] p.m., they were all sold out! The remaining [-] copies were distributed to other districts, which sold out a little slower, but at [-]:[-], they were all sold out! !"

"The first issue of [-] copies sold out on the first day of sale. We did it!!"

At this moment, Yang Du is more than high-spirited. As soon as "Fengyue" comes out, his status in the entire industry will be greatly improved.

Not only in the arena, but also in any industry, there is a seniority argument, and the same is true for newspapers and magazines.

Salty and wet magazines?

Grass!

What I do is salty and wet magazines, who can do such a thing, who has something to say!

Which? !

Chapter 21: Million-level net profit! (1 more)

Yang Du's raised eyebrows are not clear to other people, they don't understand, they don't want to understand, and they don't have time to understand, because at this moment Yang Du's words are like throwing a nuclear bomb in their minds.

Their brains were blank and they could no longer think.

Snapped! !

At this moment, a crisp slap sounded again, and the excited crow who was shaking all over looked at Chen Xiaodao with a dazed expression.

Chen Xiaodao stared: "Doesn't it hurt, why don't you bark?" He slapped again with his backhand, and this time the crow barked.

"Not a dream!"

Chen Xiaodao said seriously.

The crow was about to cry and said, "Brother Dao, you're not messing with me."

Master Su excitedly counted and said: "One, one, ten yuan for a book, fifty cents for the newsstand, labor, photos, taxes... After deducting the cost, the net profit for one book is four yuan and eighty, and 48 copies is [-] yuan. , even if a month is [-] copies, then that is..."

Zhanmi gasped in shock and said, "Nearly 200 million!! 200 million a month, and a year's net profit of at least 2400 million! I'm picking it up!! It turns out that salty and wet magazines are so profitable?"

Luo Tianhong scratched his head and said, "Having a brain is really different from having no brain. 200 million net profits a month, even if you blow my head off, you won't be able to earn it. Brother Yao is really sharp."

The Luo Tianhong of this world is a martial arts idiot, but even a martial arts idiot who came from a housing estate still needs to make money.

In the past, even if he took down Yunhua Street, he would have paid a protection fee of 20 yuan a month, which would never exceed 200 yuan, but now Huo Wenyao just thinks about it, and [-] million yuan is rushing into the account, just like a strong wind.

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

boom!

A muffled sound.

Jiang Meifeng, who had previously scolded Huo Wen for being dazzling and unprofessional, was completely sluggish. When she heard Yang Du's words, she stood up abruptly, only feeling that every cell in her was trembling, and now she sat back again.

stunned.

Beautiful eyes.

Jiang Meifeng murmured: "200 million a month, 2400 million a year... You can really make me wear gold and silver, bird's nest and abalone within three months. Huo Wenyao, are you my son? what……"

"That must not be the case. Would you give birth to a handsome boy like me?"

A playful laughter came from outside the door, and Huo Wenyao, who was a step late, pushed open the door of the office and walked in.

When everyone saw Huo Wenyao, their eyes changed again.

More respect.

Jiang Meifeng came back to her senses, and when she heard Huo Wenyao's words, she became furious, grabbed Huo Wenyao's ear, and said with round eyes, "Huo Wenyao! What are you talking about, what are you talking about! If you are brave enough, just repeat what you just said! Dare you say you're not my boy?!"

Huo Wenyao didn't feel ashamed when his younger brother was there, and said with a laugh, "I dare not dare to dare. How big Ci Yunshan, besides the famous sister Feng, is there any other handsome boy who can give birth to me?"

"This is my boy!"

Jiang Meifeng was bubbling with joy, she let go, patted Huo Wenyao on the shoulder arrogantly, and then turned into that pungent and long-winded mother again, helping Huo Wenyao with her clothes, complaining, "Going to another place to fool around again? Do you know what day it is today, the day when your salty and wet masterpiece goes on sale, I ask you to be more careful, don't tell me, you will forget such an important thing."

Huo Wenyao smiled lightly and did not explain.

In fact, he who opened the plug-in from God's perspective has long known that even if he sets the price of "Fengyue" for ten yuan, he will not worry about selling it. Five days.

Anyway, "Fengyue" is a weekly magazine. As long as he can digest it all within a week, it is his first venture.

It's just that "Fengyue" sold out on the first day, which was beyond Huo Wenyao's expectations.

Like Yang Du, Huo Wenyao is also complaining in his heart, Damn, are all men in Hong Kong so hungry?

Seeing Huo Wenyao's reaction, others admired him more and more.

This is a net profit of 200 million per month. Brother Yao actually reacted like this, and it deserves to be the seven characters of "everything is calm".

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

Yang Du quickly explained the situation again.

Huo Wenyao nodded: "Not bad."

ha?

Everyone's glasses were shattered, and the magazine's first [-] copies sold out on the same day. You got a "not bad" comment from the boss?

Brother Yao, your requirements are too high, right?

All I can say is that this person is really different.

Yang Du was excited and said to himself: "Young Master Yao, I think I underestimated how wide the market for salty and wet magazines is. A single copy of [-] yuan and [-] copies can be sold on the same day. The population of Hong Kong is [-] million, males. Even two and a half million."

"I am confident that the single volume of "Fengyue" will be sold to [-] copies, and one in ten men in Hong Kong will watch our "Fengyue"!"

Huo Wenyao was noncommittal, and said: "The first issue is a success, then discuss the next development. Since everyone is here, let's have a meeting. Mom, do you want to participate?"

"Participate! Of course!"

Jiang Meifeng squinted her eyes and said, "Young born boy, you are afraid that you have forgotten one thing. The registered legal person of the magazine is your mother and me. So to be more precise, this magazine belongs to your mother and has nothing to do with you. money relationship."

"Since it's my company, why would I be absent from such a big event in the company's future development?"

Huo Wenyao smiled and hugged 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 my boy is yours, so what about a mere magazine?"

Jiang Meifeng said happily: "Young son, I like to listen to your words, filial piety. But you should say it three times a day, and save the rest to those crazy girls, and let me hug my grandson early. This is true filial piety. ."

Huo Wenyao is madly sweating, once is enough, you still come three times a day, why don't you kill your son.

Chapter 22: Hunger Marketing! (2 more)