The Young and Dangerous movies have harmed many young people in mainland China.
No matter how the movie is made, the Young and Dangerous boys in Hong Kong can still earn thousands or tens of thousands per month even if they stop working and do odd jobs. The fools who imitate Young and Dangerous boys in Mainland China are either shot or thrown into jail. They are a waste of money.
lifetime.
They are just a bunch of stinky hooligans, why are they pretending to be righteous?
The so-called "big guys" sitting in front of Zhou Qingfeng are nothing more than those who have not been taught the iron fist of dictatorship and are getting away with it for a while by taking advantage of the loopholes in the law. When they encounter the iron plate, they are as obedient as pugs.
When the night wind blows, everything becomes false.
In the eyes of a few old gangsters, the young people who walked out in the darkness have disappeared. The streets are deserted late at night, and the neighbors have closed their doors. When they see gangs taking to the streets, all the idlers retreat.
Under the illumination of street lights, the dirty ground is covered with water stains. Trash everywhere is waiting to be cleaned up.
In the memory of the gang leader, the gangsters were ready to fight and had already rushed into the small hotel. But now they opened their eyes and saw that the gangsters were still waiting for the order to attack. But one of the gang leaders vomited blood and fell to the ground first.
The yellow paper on which the ghost-drawing talisman was drawn was blown up by the wind and fluttered. Blood sprayed on it, but it had no effect at all. Instead, the man who took out the talisman slowly sat up, like a zombie coming out of a coffin.
Everyone's necks felt cold and their minds were completely awake.
Several old hooligans looked at each other, looked at their fallen accomplices, and then recalled what they had just seen and heard. They deeply regretted why they had to come to troubled waters, as if they were possessed by ghosts.
Zhou Qingfeng stood on the roof of the building on both sides of the market, coldly watching the gang of gangsters below in the darkness. If it were in Tianyang City, he would have humanely destroyed these garbage. But in this comprador port, he would not be the savior.
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Shu Mei floated aside and asked in a low voice: "Master, they offended you, why do you want to keep them?"
Zhou Qingfeng was not that good-tempered, but now he could only sigh: "It's easy to destroy but hard to build. Garbage also has its uses. Anyway, it's not me they're harming, so why should I help?"
"What if they advertise the existence of the master everywhere?"
"Hong Kong's newspapers report on supernatural events every day, and magazine editors go to great lengths to make up ghost stories to scare readers. The people here are so frightened that they are extremely superstitious but don't believe in anything.
Even if this rubbish is spread everywhere and tonight's incident is published in the newspaper, it is just another ghost story. What will those readers who read ghost stories every day think? There is no need to exaggerate the influence of these guys."
With the help of the fantasy core from the mysterious monster, Zhou Qingfeng played some psychological tactics. Most of the gang members were extremely superstitious and were so scared that they all peed their pants. They followed the instructions they received in the fantasy and walked into the small hotel.
The hotel is just a dozen rooms separated in a narrow tube building. Walking up the narrow and dark stairs, the proprietress behind the counter was so frightened that she disappeared.
The phone on the counter was ringing, and the gang leaders were pushing each other. Finally, the oldest one picked up the phone and shouted respectfully in a hoarse voice: "Boss, I am the *** from Temple Street. I have you."
Please feel free to ask for any orders?"
There was no sound on the phone. Zhou Qingfeng stood directly outside the small hotel. The group of people who were originally guarding the door staggered around. He put his pocket in one hand and leaned against the wall and shouted: "I'm here."
The gang leaders were all shocked, their faces trembling, as if they saw the living King of Hell and couldn't speak properly - wasn't this the young man they saw in the fantasy? He had really appeared.
"Arrange a car for me."
"Okay, boss."
"Prepare 1.5 million Hong Kong dollars."
"Okay, boss."
"My books will be sold by you from now on."
"Okay, boss."
After being frightened before, all of Zhou Qingfeng's requests were rejected. Several gang leaders even breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the conditions were not a deduction and were acceptable. One and a half million was really not much for them.
"Great, I'll come here every half month from now on."
"What......?"
When the gang leaders heard this, their knees went weak. If they could, they really wanted to kneel down and kowtow, begging Zhou Qingfeng to never come again. Who can stand this leader?
"I advise you to think clearly and recognize the reality." Zhou Qingfeng sneered: "Why don't you just cooperate with me happily? Why do you have to be so resistant? I just want money, which is already enough for you.
It’s a blessing.”
Listening to the discussion, one of the leaders cried and begged: "Boss, it's not that we don't care. But there are less than 6 million people in HK now, and 15,000 copies are sold in half a month. This is really too much.
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A lot? It shouldn’t be.
Excluding half of the women, excluding those who are too old and those who are too young, the HK market is still quite large.
Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head at this, "Even if we can't sell it locally, Hong Kong's logistics is so developed, how about selling it to Taiwan and Singapore? It can also be sold to Japan. It can be sold in any language. Everything is easy to discuss."
Currently, there are more than 20 million people in Taiwan, more than 3 million in Singapore, more than 40 million in South Korea, and hundreds of millions in Japan. These are all economically developed countries and regions. If you add the Southeast Asian market, it will be even wider.
Brothers, take a long-term view and don’t always focus on a small place like HK. A comprador port must act like a comprador and have the world in mind.
Aren’t HK’s movies and songs developed by radiating across East Asia? It’s hard not to make a fortune by drawing funds from the entire Chinese cultural circle.
"I think 30,000 copies a month is a very conservative target. As long as you work hard, you can definitely occupy a larger market share."
Zhou Qingfeng took out another copy of 'The Widow' and said, "You should learn from Japan. Japanese comics can be sold all over the world and become a brand that affects generations. My..., the cultural and entertainment industry is also very popular.
It’s from the market.”
The gang leaders showed sad expressions again, dumbfounded. They had never met someone with extraordinary imagination like Zhou Qingfeng. It is already difficult to occupy the HK market, but this man has the world in mind!
"Boss, our capabilities are too small. It's difficult to hold on to the Temple Street site. We have to fight with people to go to other places in Hong Kong. We have never thought about expanding our business to the whole of East Asia."
Several gang leaders nodded one after another, wanting to ask Zhou Qingfeng to show his favor.
Oh, it turns out that our business development capabilities are limited.
This uncle also realized that this was indeed a problem, and it was a bit fanciful to expect a bunch of gangsters to open up the market.
"It doesn't matter, let's take it step by step. With tonight's warm-up, more people should come to Temple Street in the next few days. Just sell carefully. As for other places..."
The gang leaders still looked bitter. Doing business is not as easy as imagined, otherwise why would they bother to hang out on the street?
Zhou Qingfeng frowned, "Now is a market economy. The wave of globalization is coming, and local protectionism is not necessary. Anyone who blocks free trade will be swept away by the tide of the times.
I will try my best to persuade those stubborn people to follow the will of the people, follow the general trend, and open the market. If they do not embrace democracy and freedom, I will have to embrace them."