After leaving the president's office, Zhang Ruoyu found a dark corner to make a phone call.
As soon as the call was connected, a voice of surprise and awe came from the other side: "Brother, what do you want from me?"
It was the voice of Beimang Marshal Long Fei.
"Let me tell you something." Zhang Ruoyu said calmly.
"Brother, tell me." Long Fei straightened his back, as if receiving instructions from his superiors.
"I just took a look at the pass you issued." Zhang Ruoyu wrote lightly.
"What's wrong?" Long Fei asked curiously.
"It's too ugly." Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice. "Do it again."
"——" Long Fei was dumbfounded.
Isn’t it just a memorial service ticket? What happened to the ugliness? The design is so beautiful that it can be used as a wedding invitation?
After a moment of concentration, Long Fei was a little confused: "Brother, these passes have been issued. If we redo them, it will appear that we in Beimang change orders day by day and are unorganized and undisciplined."
"Hey, you've just become a young marshal and you're making fun of me now?" Zhang Ruoyu narrowed his eyes and said. "You damn dwarf, have you forgotten how you flattered me in the first place?"
Height is Long Fei's only disadvantage. He doesn't even have high requirements. As long as he can exceed 1.7 meters, he thinks his temperament can be improved by two levels.
If someone touches his reverse scale, he will be killed no matter how far away he is!
But Zhang Ruoyu...forget it, who is even 1.8 meters tall when someone takes off their shoes?
"Brother, stop scolding me. I'll redo it right now. How about you give me some more design advice? Don't go back and redo it. You're still not satisfied." Long Fei's fate was given to him by Zhang Ruoyu. How could he dare?
Put on your face.
Seeing that Long Fei had a good attitude in admitting his mistake, Zhang Ruoyu also relaxed his tone: "The color is more atmospheric, bright yellow is good. The font is best designed in wild cursive to show your uninhibited personality."
"Yes, that makes sense. Brother, you are really a genius at design." Long Fei said flatteringly. "Do you have any other requests?"
"Yes, I can give the redone pass to anyone, but don't give it to someone named Shen." Zhang Ruoyu curled his lips and said.
"Understood." Long Fei didn't ask much. He heard that there was a big shot named Shen in the Binhai District who had received two tickets before. Now that he has spoken, he won't give it to him even if he is burned at the grave!
"I'd like to mention this more. It's not that I have any grudge against the person named Shen, but I went to the master a few days ago to settle the matter. The master said that I have good luck, but it conflicts with the character named Shen." Zhang Ruoyu explained.
"I don't want someone named Shen to go to the cemetery and ruin the feng shui."
"Brother is right." Long Fei twitched the corner of his mouth.
"There's one more thing." Zhang Ruoyu calmed down.
"Say." Long Fei asked carefully.
"You should be more prepared for the new pass this time," Zhang Ruoyu said.
"How much do you want?" Long Fei said generously.
How many friends can I have?
To earn some face in front of friends and satisfy your vanity, can you still understand and support me when you are your younger brother?
"Three to forty thousand," Zhang Ruoyu said casually.
"——" Long Feiren was dumbfounded.
Brother, you have been in the army for ten years, do you still have so many friends outside?
Long Fei had heard about it. Nowadays, this pass is a hard currency in Binhai. A ticket is worth tens of millions, and there is no market for it.
Brother, you only need 30,000 to 40,000 tickets for this. Do you want to monetize the traffic? Take advantage of the funeral to make a fortune?
"Brother, this pass is not toilet paper. We have to maintain the quality and quantity, right? We don't have much time now. If we can produce 30,000 to 40,000 at a time, I'm afraid the factory will be under too much pressure." Long Fei looked embarrassed.
"Can't we just treat it as toilet paper printing? This pass is just for the purpose. Do you still want to follow the specifications of the collector's edition?" Zhang Ruoyu scolded him with all his face.
Brother, you just thought the pass was too ugly, so I redid it...
"But--"
"It's nothing!" Zhang Ruoyu raised his voice and said, "I can't make any decisions about my own memorial service? I invited a few friends to come over to support me. What happened to the excitement? Is it in your way?"
"——"
Long Fei felt that what his elder brother said was very reasonable and it was difficult for him to refute it.
Even if the eldest brother wants to make a fortune by taking advantage of the legendary God of War's appeal, can the younger brother still stop the eldest brother from making a fortune?
"That's it for now. I'll come back to you later when I think of something." Zhang Ruoyu was about to hang up the phone.
"Brother." Long Fei's forbearing voice sounded on the other side of the phone. "Are you really going to leave like this? Are you not coming back?"
"A man can punch through a wall with just his spit. If he says he is retiring, he will retire. How can this be false?" After Zhang Ruoyu said that, he changed the subject. "Speaking of which, living a different life is also a good choice."
Long Fei raised his eyebrows.
Indeed, I used to eat big pots of rice and sleep on hard beds every day. Now, if I sell 30,000 to 40,000 passes, how can I become rich overnight and eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day?
This day is not bad, it is simply beautiful.
"Brother, please think about it again." Long Fei still refused to give up. "I have registered the names of Zhang Xiangdong, Zhang Xiangxi, and Zhang Xiangnan. As long as you are willing to come back, you will be able to return to the top in one year at most. By then
——”
As Long Fei said this, he suddenly had evil thoughts.
At that time, I will repeat my old tricks and use my appeal to make a lot of money. Will I become the richest man?
Long Fei suddenly felt that he had some business acumen. It was not difficult to do business. Why do people go bankrupt every day?
