Feeling the murderous look in Master Bao's eyes, Luo Ping gave up decisively and began to plead pitifully on the spot.
"Master Bao, Master Bao, calm down!"
"I know what's going on. Don't worry, I will solve it!"
Hearing this, Mr. Bao put Luo Ping down with disdain and threatened. "I tell you, if you can't sell the music, I'll kill you, kid!"
"Yes...yes..." Luo Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead and said through gritted teeth,
"Master Bao, someone is definitely messing with us this time. I control the entire Shanghai product. The shipping price is only ninety-one units. How could anyone be willing to sell sixty-one units!"
"As long as you find out who is causing trouble in the middle and arrange a meal for him, you will be honest!"
"I don't care so much. If this matter doesn't go well, I want you to look good!"
After he finished speaking fiercely, Master Bao was actually a little helpless. He spent a total of 1.2 million to buy these 30,000 Walkman units. Now if he sells just a few hundred units, he won't be able to sell them. Of course, let him
I'm so impatient!
Luo Ping gritted his teeth with an ugly expression and said without hesitation, "It must be this Yang Jianguang who doesn't give up when he sees that we have made money, and wants to force us away to steal Shang Hai's business!"
"Otherwise, how could those digital stores in Shanghai be willing to sell it so cheaply?"
Yang Jianguang?
Mr. Bao muttered something, and soon his face turned gloomy.
He is not a fool. This Walkman is selling well, so why are there suddenly so many cheap Walkmans on the market?
I told you to get out of Shang Hai, and you still dare to play dirty tricks with me, right?
"Dahu, bring me people to search the entire Shanghai tomorrow and find this damn Yang Jianguang!"
Luo Ping also nodded murderously and said through gritted teeth.
"Okay, Mr. Bao, let's not be in a hurry to sell our Walkman. If Yang Jianguang is killed, won't we be able to sell Shang Hai's Walkman at whatever price we want?"
"Yang Jianguang, Yang Jianguang, if you dare to disturb Tai Sui, I will let you know who is the king of Shang Hai today!"
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The next day, Mr. Bao's subordinates also came out in full force and searched the entire Shanghai.
In order to keep an eye on Yang Jianguang, Master Bao even sent a few people to block the area around the courtyard this time.
At the same time, Yang Jianguang, who was thousands of kilometers away, had no idea that Mr. Bao and others were searching for a non-existent person in Manshanghai.
Of course, he didn't have much time to care after knowing it. After confirming the cooperation with Lin Hongbiao, the next thing was relatively simple.
Setting up a Hongbiao Digital Company is easy, just rent an office building. The most important thing is to set up a VCD production line first.
As for the establishment of a production line at Hongbiao Machinery Factory, Lin Hongbiao agreed immediately.
But after all, not all the shares belonged to Lin Hongbiao. In the end, the two of them agreed to borrow the factory building of Hongbiao Machinery Factory first, and then look for suitable production sites throughout Pengcheng.
So these days, Yang Jianguang has been living in a nearby guest house. During the day, he followed Lin Hongbiao to search for suitable factory sites, and at the same time began to understand the second-hand housing market in Pengcheng.
Whether you can earn these four million depends on the strength of Pengcheng's real estate market.
During this time, Huang Mao and Dazhi also called from time to time.
I heard that the sales of their Walkmans have reached the right track, with a daily shipment volume of about 300 units. So basically every night, Yang Jianguang can receive money from the two of them, either 10,000 or 10,000 yuan.
Twenty thousand.
Yang Jianguang told these two guys several times to calculate the commission higher, but they refused to agree. They still only calculated the commission fee of 20 yuan per unit, and the rest was credited to Yang Jianguang's bank card.
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However, this good time did not last long. I heard that Huaqiangbei's Walkmans were sent to them again. Their sales of Walkmans were also affected to a certain extent, and it is unknown how long they can continue to sell them.
Moreover, while the business had stabilized and they had time, Dazhi and his wife even made a special trip back to Shanghai to install a landline phone for Mr. Tea Egg.
Of course, Uncle Zhang of Tea Egg was grateful and taught these two guys some kung fu moves. He demanded that the two of them practice three hours a day with murderous intent. Then they would have to go back to Shanghai for inspection.
Yang Jianguang shook his head, recalling the morning when he squatted on horseback in Shanghai until his feet were shaking. It was a blessing.
After verbally comforting Dazhi with a few words of gloating, Yang Jianguang was about to hang up the phone, but Dazhi's next words made Yang Jianguang confused.
"Brother Jianguang, I also said that you are too weak. I specially found a martial arts secret book and said that I would send it to you. I gave him the address. It is estimated that the parcel will be sent to Pengcheng by now."
The corner of Yang Jianguang's mouth twitched. Does that mean he can avoid the first grade of junior high school, but can't avoid the fifteenth grade?
Just after finishing the phone call with Dazhi, Lin Hongbiao came over again...
Soon, when Yang Jianguang hurried to a nearby cafe, he saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked quite elegant and easy-going.
Seeing Yang Jianguang come in, Lin Hongbiao, who was chatting with the middle-aged man, also stood up and introduced,
"Brother Jianguang, come on, let me introduce you. This is the editor-in-chief of Tianhai Publishing House, Xin Wu, whom I mentioned to you. He is in charge of your "Zhu Xian" this time."
Yang Jianguang suddenly realized that the gold-rimmed glasses were the editor-in-chief of Tianhai Publishing House. No wonder he had the temperament of a cultured person.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly stretched out his right hand and said, "Hello, Editor-in-Chief Xinwu, I have long admired you."
"Haha, you're welcome little brother, please take a seat." Xinwu didn't put on any airs, and politely held Yang Jianguang's hand and said.
But after the three of them sat down together, Xinwu also felt a little embarrassed and told the reason why he invited Yang Jianguang over.
"You mean to say that there are problems with the publication of "Zhu Xian"?"
Xinwu nodded, "Originally, the boss promised to print 10,000 copies as a trial, but now a week has passed, and the boss has not mentioned this matter at all."
"And I went to the printing office and asked, and they said there was no plan to print "Zhu Xian" at all."
Saying that, Xinwu looked at Yang Jianguang awkwardly, "Brother Jianguang, I'm really sorry!"
Hearing Xin Wu's embarrassed answer, Yang Jianguang shook his head.
I didn’t expect that publishing a novel would be so troublesome and full of twists and turns.
However, Yang Jianguang didn't take it to heart. Before the publication, Lin Hongbiao was quite persistent, so it didn't matter if he couldn't succeed.
After thinking for a while, Yang Jianguang asked doubtfully. "Editor-in-chief Xinwu, what you are saying is that "Zhu Xian" cannot be published for the time being, right?"
"No, no, no..." Upon hearing Yang Jianguang's words, Xinwu hurriedly denied it.
"Little brother, you misunderstood. What I meant was that I would like you to come with me to meet our boss and talk about publishing."
"One more thing is...do you have the follow-up plot of "Zhu Xian" now? I think our boss may not have realized the excitement of this novel before it was 100,000 words. If possible, I would like him to read it
to more novel plots.”
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang suddenly realized.
However, Xinwu is right about one thing. "One Hundred Thousand Words of Zhuxian" has just entered the plot. In fact, the latter part of the plot has also entered a small climax, which is indeed more exciting.
After thinking about it, Yang Jianguang also took out a floppy disk from his bag and placed it on the table. "This is the next 100,000-word manuscript I wrote during this period. You can take a look."
"It doesn't matter if it really can't be published. I actually just wrote this novel for fun."
Seeing this, Xinwu's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to take the floppy disk.
Moreover, he seemed to be acquaintances with the owner of the cafe. After saying hello, the three of them also came to the boss's office.
After inserting the floppy disk, Xinwu and Lin Hongbiao couldn't wait to read the following content.
While waiting for the two of them, Yang Jianguang, who was idle and bored, was attracted by a newspaper on the table.
He picked up the newspaper and looked at it. There was a black and white advertisement for a commercial housing called Hua'an Garden.
There is also a striking line on it: The last chance to register in 1994!
After thinking about it, Yang Jianguang took out his cell phone, found the number in the newspaper and called it.
Soon, the call was connected, and a woman spoke lazily in Cantonese and asked, "Hey, who are you? What are you doing?"
Phone numbers published in newspapers are often teased by children and the like, so the operator naturally doesn't have a good attitude.
When Yang Jianguang expressed his intention to buy a house, the attitude of the woman on the other end of the phone suddenly changed 360 degrees.
In order to cater to Yang Jianguang's Mandarin, his Cantonese also became broken Mandarin.
"Don't worry, boss, Hua'an Garden is definitely your best choice in Pengcheng!"
"Buy our Hua'an Garden now, and you can get three blue-printed household registration indicators. In the future, your children can study in Pengcheng and take the college entrance examination here, and enter Pengcheng University with low scores."
The operator kept chattering, but Yang Jianguang was not attracted by the blue-printed household registration indicator at all.
But he does know the origin of this blue-seal household registration very well...