It means that the opponent's methods are beyond our own knowledge.
In early 1991, the Iraqi army that invaded Kuwait encountered a dimensionality reduction attack from the US military. Saddam completely misjudged the situation, and his so-called "powerful" armored forces were pinned to the ground and ravaged by US air power.
The F-117A 'Nighthawk' stealth fighter made its first appearance, stunning Iraq with its epoch-making technological advantages. The Iraqi army's command and communication intelligence system completely failed, and even after being beaten, they didn't know what was going on?
When Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the private room where he met the gangster leader, the news was being broadcast on the TV on the first floor of the tea room. Operation Desert Storm was unfolding. On the screen were air raid footage captured by war reporters. History was happening before his eyes.
When the waiters in the teahouse saw Zhou Qingfeng coming out, they were as terrified as the Iraqi soldiers facing the US air raid. They also couldn't figure out what was going on. They only knew that the arrogant and arrogant street guys who roamed the market on weekdays were in trouble.
He fell inexplicably and had no power to fight back.
It was so horrifying and strange that it was completely incomprehensible.
The 'big brothers' deployed their manpower, brought guns, and responded to each other with the strength of their numbers. But all the expectations did not happen, and the matter ended. This scene on this day will be a lifelong shadow for many people, and they will never be able to get rid of it.
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But there are two sides to the matter. The "big brothers and big guys" are unlucky, but the citizens of HK are very happy. With Zhou Qingfeng in the town, all the gangsters can't do anything even if they don't think hard.
Twenty thousand copies of Super Kill Comics were delivered and distributed on the same day, and soon appeared in the hands of newspaper vendors on the streets. This quantity is not too much. If you divide it casually, each stall will only have a sales task of about ten volumes.
Lin Wan and others checked into a hotel in Central that day and went shopping together at night. The night view of HK at this time was too shocking for a few people from Tianyang, but the prices in HK also made them constrained.
The monthly income of many people in Tianyang City is only a few dozen dollars. People in Hong Kong pay the same price for a casual meal at a roadside stall, and they still pay Hong Kong dollars. Compared with the current thirst for Hong Kong dollars in the Mainland, Professor Zheng is very worried.
Not the taste.
The high-end shopping malls in Central were too expensive. A few people were short of money and were dazzled by shopping in the mall, but they did not dare to ask the price, let alone spend money. Lin Wan, who had been there once, called a taxi to take them to the Mong Kok Expressway.
Cai Street Night Market.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the night market, Gong Wei pointed to a rental bookstore on the roadside and shouted excitedly: "Ouyang, look. Your books are for sale there."
The night market on Tung Choi Street in Mong Kok is also extremely lively, with a constant flow of people. There are many shops selling clothing and hats, as well as many food stalls.
There is a bookstore at the entrance of the night market. It has a very narrow front and New Year calligraphy and paintings are displayed outside the door. A wire rack hangs under the sign of the bookstore, and dozens of books are displayed on it. Among them are the first three volumes of "The Widow" that have just been printed.
Compared with the complicated title fonts and artificial content of other local books and periodicals, Zhou Qingfeng's Super Kill comics can be said to have a realistic style, which is a breath of fresh air in the industry. Just looking at the cover is unusual, and the exaggerated style is eye-catching.
Several people couldn't help but get closer, even Lin Wan was no exception.
Professor Zheng asked in surprise: "It was printed just now, and it's on the market so quickly?"
Lin Wan hesitated for a while and then guessed: "Maybe he was flown here with us. Mr. Zhou does have many tricks."
Just in front of a few people, a tour group of more than ten people entered the night market. According to the tour guide's words, they looked like a group of footbath tourists. They were wearing vests and carrying cameras, and filed in very orderly.
This group of tourists didn't pay much attention to the hustle and bustle on the street. At most, they raised their cameras to take a few photos. But some people took a look at the comics hanging at the door of the bookstore, immediately came closer, grabbed a book and started reading.
This turn is like being struck by lightning!
When it comes to being boring, who can compare to Footpot Man? There is no other company in the world that can develop games like "Stink", "Last Line" and "****".
Although the footbath tourists who were reading the comics could not understand the traditional Chinese characters, looking at the pictures was like meeting a loved one. Their faces were red and hot, their eyes were staring straight, and they couldn't help but whisper, 'Oh..., Si Guoyi!
'
When one footbath visitor comes up, other footbath visitors flock to the place.
The bookstore owner came out with a smile and held a large cardboard box. As soon as the cardboard box was opened, Gong Wei, who was standing nearby, grabbed Ouyang Jun again and shouted: "Ouyang, look, it's a Japanese version. Your works have international influence.
Already."
Ouyang Jun smiled bitterly, not knowing how to express his current mood. Professor Zheng and Lin Wan stood nearby, staring blankly at the group of footbath tourists. The latter had already surrounded the night market bookstore.
In the early 1990s, the "Plaza Accord" had just been signed and the yen appreciated sharply. The footbath tourists were really rich now, and they bought most of the box of full-color comics as if they had discovered a treasure.
Lin Wan stared at it for a long time and murmured to herself: "Can this thing really be sold? It costs 100 Hong Kong dollars a copy, and they didn't even bargain."
Professor Zheng also lamented: "One hundred Hong Kong dollars is our shipping price, and retail is definitely more expensive. Hong Kong's spending power is really sufficient."
Almost every footbath tourist has a copy, and some have even sold all the exaggerated "Super Must Kill" comics released on the market. Some people even bought one set when it was not enough, and bought several more sets to take back as souvenirs.
Give it away.
Just such a tour group of more than ten people almost emptied the night market bookstore. The bookstore owner sent the tourists away with a smile, turned around and grabbed "Big Brother", and kept chattering.
Professor Zheng and others could not understand Cantonese, and Lin Wan explained in a low voice beside him: "The boss is in contact with someone to buy another batch of goods. He said that the latest comics are selling very well and have high profits, so they should add more
print."
"Printing?" Gong Wei was excited and shook Ouyang Jun's arm vigorously, "Ouyang, the 20,000 copies of the book you created are not enough to sell, and you have to reprint it. Even the people in the footbath like it. You are famous, you are very famous.
Already."
Ouyang Jun didn't know whether to cry or laugh. One book can sell 20,000 copies in the mainland, which is considered a best-selling author. But the super-kill series he created really has no shame in claiming this reputation.
He tried hard to break away from Gong Wei's hand and said with a straight face: "What is famous and not famous? This is the credit of collective creation and the result of the labor of our teachers and students at Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts. I cannot take advantage of this reputation."
Whoever wants to take this reputation is not honorable at all.
After saying this, Ouyang Jun secretly thought that if he told his colleagues at the Academy of Fine Arts what he saw tonight, the entire Academy would be stupid.
Professor Zheng was quite encouraged by this sales boom. He asked in a low voice: "Whose name are these comics published in? It can't be Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts, right?"
"Of course not." Ouyang Jun denied it sternly. This was such a big blame that he didn't even take the blame, let alone the Academy of Fine Arts.
"Is it Tianyang Printing Factory?" Professor Zheng felt that this matter must be clarified. Making money is good, but the reputation is still disrespectful.
Gong Wei shook his head, "The printing factory didn't put up any logo of their own factory. They don't have the courage. The factory has issued a gag order. Anyone who dares to talk nonsense will be fired directly and sent to the police station."
"Who is that?" Professor Zheng asked, "There must be a name for external sales and publicity."
Lin Wan's face sank, "Not long ago, I saw that the CEO was sneaking around and designed a vulgar and obscene logo. At that time, I was wondering what he wanted to do with that thing? Now I understand."
Several people looked over together.
Lin Wan whispered: "The logo is a girl wearing a short skirt, and a ray of light passes under the skirt. The name is 'Holy Light'."
It’s over, it’s my company’s name!
President, your heart is too big.
Now even if you jump into the Yellow River, you can't clean yourself up. Everyone will take the blame together.