Not long after finishing the bet with Lin Hongbiao, news came from the workers that a thousand Walkmans were ready.
In the end, Yang Jianguang bought the Walkman for fifteen yuan apiece, taking a total of 1,000 units. Lin Hongbiao also politely gave Yang Jianguang 2,000 cassettes as a gift.
Because Lin Hongbiao would provide mailing service, Yang Jianguang simply paid in advance, left the address of Mr. Shanghai Tea Egg, and left in a hurry with a VCD.
On the other side, after Yang Jianguang left, Lin Hongbiao opened the manuscript left by Song Ning and read it with great interest.
"This cultivation is so damn interesting!" Lin Hongbiao said while slapping his thigh. The more he looked at it, the more he looked at it. If he had known it, he would have kept Yang Jianguang here and written novels for him.
After a while, the secretary knocked on the door of the office and reminded, "Director, Director Zhang and Director Luo of the factory next door are here."
Lin Hongbiao, who was enjoying the show, waved his hand angrily, "What are you arguing about? You didn't see me reading a novel?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice suddenly came from the door.
"Old Lin, what novel is so good that even old friends don't want to see it?"
While he was talking, a middle-aged man with a simple appearance walked in with a briefcase under his arm, chatting and laughing with a man wearing black-rimmed glasses.
Liang Gen didn't look like he was an outsider. As soon as he came in, he sat down on the sofa and made himself some tea.
But Lin Hongbiao didn't even look at the two of them. He waved his hands angrily and said casually, "Zhang Dazhi, Zhong Wei, if you have anything to say, talk quickly. If you have any farts, hurry up. Don't disturb me from reading novels."
Lin Hongbiao's rude attitude made Zhong Wei, the man with glasses, feel a little uneasy.
This time he came to see Lin Hongbiao, but he wanted to ask for something, and he even brought Zhang Dazhi, a lobbyist. Now seeing Lin Hongbiao's attitude, it might be difficult to negotiate...
Seeing this, Zhang Dazhi smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Director Zhong, Shanren has his own clever plan. Let this old boy beg us later."
As he spoke, he lay down on the sofa calmly, slowly pulled out a novel from his briefcase, held it in his hand and shook it.
"Old Lin, if you drive me away, there will be problems with this novel."
After speaking, Zhang Dazhi slowly placed the novel on the table and took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner.
He still doesn’t know what kind of character Lin Hongbiao is?
Both of them are fans of novels. Not long ago, Lin Hongbiao couldn't find the next volume and couldn't think about food or tea all day long.
Now that I have brought it here, I am afraid that within a few minutes, this guy will come to beg me.
One minute, two minutes passed, and Lin Hongbiao was still staring at the computer screen in front of him, ignoring them both.
Zhong Wei's face suddenly fell, "Old Zhang, are you reliable?"
Zhang Dazhi suddenly became angry, Lin Hongbiao, how dare you pretend to be reserved with him!
I’ll make you beg me to show it to you later!
Thinking of this, Zhang Dazhi coughed lightly and knocked on the table again. "Ahem, the ninth volume of Master Jin's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is here. If someone doesn't want it, I can take it away."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Hongbiao in front of the computer finally moved.
Zhang Dazhi's eyes lit up and he sneered inwardly.
Old boy! You pretend to be reserved, but now you can’t stand it any longer!
But Zhang Dazhi hadn't been happy for a few minutes. Lin Hongbiao nodded and said nonchalantly. "Okay, then you two have nothing to do and leave as soon as possible. Don't affect my reading of the novel."
Zhang Dazhi was immediately stunned by this scene.
Why don't you follow the script?
The embarrassed Zhang Dazhi couldn't sit still. He immediately stepped forward with a black face and shouted at Lin Hongbiao who was sitting in front of the computer.
"Well, Lin Hongbiao, it turns out that you got the ninth volume of the Shen Diao novel a long time ago, and you didn't show it to me!"
With that said, Zhang Dazhi, who walked to the computer, also looked at the computer screen.
When he saw the content on the screen clearly, Zhang Dazhi couldn't help but asked aloud. "Heaven and earth are unkind, and they use everything as a target! Is this novel written by a writer from Hong Kong? Such a loud tone?"
Hearing this, Lin Hongbiao pointed at the screen and showed off, "It's not a Hong Kong writer, it's written by one of my little brothers!"
"How about it? It's well written. I've read these six chapters for the third time!"
"Third time?" Zhang Dazhi shook his head disdainfully.
"What about you, Lin Hongbiao? Even if you don't have any novels to read, you wouldn't just pick up a kid to write a novel for you to read. If it's good, it's a ghost!"
As soon as he said this, Lin Hongbiao snorted coldly and said unconvinced, "Isn't this good-looking? I guarantee that you, Zhang Dazhi, will be fascinated after seeing it!"
Hearing this, Zhang Dazhi had a look of ridicule on his face. "This crappy novel written by an unknown person can make me, Zhang Dazhi, fascinated. Don't take it as a joke!"
"Don't say I don't read it, so what if I read it. Even if I, Zhang Dazhi, die today, die outside, or jump out of your office, I won't be obsessed with this kind of novel!"
On the side, Zhong Wei listened to Zhang Dazhi's righteous words and nodded with praise.
It’s true, it’s just a novel, what about Lin Hongbiao?
Or is Zhang Dazhi more determined? How could he be fascinated by your novel despite having never seen the storm?
Half an hour later.
"Old Lin, wait for me, I haven't finished reading this paragraph yet!"
"Damn, this scene is too shocking."
Listening to Zhang Dazhi's excited shouts, the corners of Zhong Wei's mouth suddenly twitched slightly.
He sighed, got up and walked towards the computer surrounded by the two of them.
What about these two people? It’s just a novel, no matter how good it is, how good it can be!
Even if they are fans of novels like Zhang Dazhi and Lin Hongbiao, can they still fascinate him, a person who never reads novels?
Do not make jokes!
With this idea in mind, Zhong Wei calmly walked to the computer and looked at the content of the novel on the screen.
Half an hour passed before Zhang Dazhi noticed Zhong Wei motionless behind him.
"Old Zhong, why are you here?" Zhang Dazhi looked confused.
Soon, Zhong Wei's impatient voice sounded.
"What are you asking? Just click on the next chapter. Damn it, this is too thrilling!"
…
At the same time, Yang Jianguang was riding all the way to Nanshan District.
It was already afternoon and almost evening, and the last train back to Shanghai had already departed, so Yang Jianguang simply didn't rush to go back. He held the VCD and simply found a guest house to stay in Nanshan District.
After settling down, Yang Jianguang turned his head and looked at the VCD he had placed on the table.
Although Lin Hongbiao produced this copycat version of VCD, he was not very interested in selling it.
Firstly, the cost was high and his profit was not enough. Secondly, there were no VCD discs, so he had to buy Golden Leopard music discs at a high price.
And even Golden Leopard's discs don't have many types, only a few music videos.
Song Ning thought for a while. VCD discs are easy to make. Just use a blank CD disc to record into them. But where can I get the content?
Looking for the most popular Hong Kong star to collaborate?
No, the copyright fee is too high, and I can’t afford it myself.
Even Qianyan Company, the founder of VCD, needs to purchase copyrights from 11 audio-visual publishing houses in total, and the copyright fees for discs are in the tens of millions!
Just as he was thinking about it, Yang Jianguang suddenly realized what he was doing and slapped his thigh.
Wait, this thing of mine is a copycat version, and the disc content itself seems to be able to engrave pirated resources!
Moreover, although Qianyan Company's VCDs come with hundreds of types of discs, they are all junk karaoke discs. It seems that movie discs will only appear in the next few years.
In that case, can I use movie discs to sell VCDs produced by Hongbiao Machinery Factory?
After thinking about it, Yang Jianguang had a headache again.
This year is not 2020. You can’t search for pirated movies with your mobile phone in the browser.
Now, where can I find pirated video resources? On computers, the key is that the computers themselves don’t have them, not to mention that the network in Hong Kong is different from that in the mainland.
Even if there are pirated resources on the Hong Kong City website, I can’t copy them myself.
Otherwise... find a computer expert?
Thinking of this, Yang Jianguang dug out a string of numbers in his bag, hurriedly walked out of the guest house, found a nearby telephone, and dialed the number.
Soon, the call was connected and it was a girl's voice. "Hey, who are you looking for?"
"Hello, please let Yuqing answer the phone. I'm his friend."