Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite NextPage

The first thousand one hundred and nine chapters posted advertisements(1/2)

It's around ten o'clock in the evening.

Xu Yang and Yang Pingfan were sitting in the hotel.

One is playing games, the other is watching TV.

Yang Pingfan was obsessed with playing with computers, controlling his legendary characters, and leading others to brush equipment.

"By the way, our gaming company is now."

Xu Yang asked.

"It's not bad."

Yang Pingfan said without looking back: "Monthly profits are very fixed, with a monthly turnover of over 100 million."

"But less than some R&D expenses, we are paying a lot of money, and it may be less than ten million."

Xu Yang frowned. He hadn't managed this aspect of the game for a while.

Most people were asked by Yang Pingfan to do it.

"I'm currently involved in a wide range of areas, including mobile phones, real estate, the Internet, entertainment circles, and even want to do logistics."

Xu Yang said to himself that he had involved so many industries, and it seemed that except for real estate, he had not paid much attention to the others.

In the entertainment industry, he hasn't written any good songs for anyone recently.

The Internet is also completely left to Qi Yunshui to do.

Mobile phone sales are also bleak.

The only thing that can be taken advantage of is real estate.

Xu Yang put down his cell phone and smiled bitterly, "Damn it, after a long time of work, it seems that no one is particularly successful."

Forget it, when I make 10 billion yuan in stock trading this time, I will increase my investment.

Xu Yang thought to himself.

If you have 10 billion yuan in cash, you will first invest in part to acquire shares of large domestic listed companies.

Then, he was using the money to engage in research and development, some land, and signed contracts for several sky-high artists.

After all, in a few years, the entertainment industry will make money very quickly, and young actors will always pay 100 million yuan.

Now sign all the celebrities that will become popular in the future, and earning 18 billion yuan a year is a slight silly.

At that time, real estate listing, plus Tengxun's stocks, worth hundreds of billions of yuan, was definitely not a problem.

Ten years later, the world's richest man is Xu Yang's cliff, and he can't escape it.

With his voice, the phone suddenly rang, pulling Xu Yang's thoughts back.

Xu Yang answered.

"Where are you, someone brought it here."

Xu Yang's body was shocked and Lin Bin sent it back.

Tell the other party’s room number, and Xu Yang immediately hung up the phone.

"Stop playing games, people are sent here and turn off the computer."

Xu Yang said.

Yang Pingfan immediately turned off the computer.

Then the two of them did it and immediately put on a bad face.

After a while, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Come in."

Xu Yang said in a deep voice.

The door was pushed open, and Lin Bin was pushed in by two strong men.

"Mr. Xu."

Lin Bin said in surprise.

Xu Yang looked up and found that Lin Bin had bruises on his face.

His face darkened, he clenched his fists and said, "It seems that Zhang Tianyi didn't listen to me, and actually hurt Mr. Lin."

"This is something he encountered by himself, and it has nothing to do with us."

The two men said.

Xu Yang sneered, "I'm blind, if I touch you, I can touch your eyes?"

"Your Young Master Zhang will be told to you when he's waiting to blow up the torch online."

Xu Yang said expressionlessly.

"Boy, I advise you not to do that."

The two men said angrily.

"roll!"

Xu Yang glared fiercely.

The two of them took a deep breath of air conditioning and said harshly: "If you dare to release the video, just wait for death!"

After saying that, the two turned around and left.

Yang Pingfan quickly got up and went to close the door.

"Mr. Lin, you're fine."

Xu Yang asked lightly.

Lin Bin smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, I was just beaten and the person is not dead yet."

"Mr. Lin, you go abroad first and hide. When I get the place done, you are back."

Xu Yang said.

Lin Bin hesitated. The Chinese New Year is coming now. Do you really want him to go abroad to hide for the limelight?

"Mr. Lin, don't be stunned. You have bought all the air tickets for you."

Yang Pingfan said: "Your family and children are waiting for you at the airport. You can go abroad for vacation first."

"You're back after you've got it done."

Lin Bin asked worriedly: "I won't have anything left here. Do you need my help?"

"No, you can just leave, just leave it to me and Yang Pingfan."

Xu Yang said.

Yang Pingfan handed over the driver, took Lin Bin away, and went to the airport.

After Lin Bin left, Xu Yang and Yang Pingfan looked at each other, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"It seems that Zhang Tianyi didn't listen to me, so I could only put the video online."

Xu Yang said.

"Really let it go?"

Yang Pingfan asked.

"put."

Xu Yang nodded and said, "If you don't play the video, he thought I was joking."

After saying that, Xu Yang went over and opened his computer, logged in to his account, and started posting.

If you want to make this kind of video popular, you have to find a bunch of tricks.

Xu Yang stood up and moved aside and asked Yang Pingfan to contact him to help him.

Yang Pingfan knew many people in this industry, contacted the middleman and paid more than 20,000 yuan.

In just half an hour, the original post has been forwarded by tens of thousands.

In major spaces, post bars, Tianya and other such well-known bloggers have started posting one after another.

At around 2 a.m., this short video became popular overnight.

However, around four in the morning, bloggers began to delete posts.

All the posts about this short video disappeared inexplicably in the forums and posts.

"The Zhang family must have started to make efforts."

Yang Pingfan said.

"It's okay, I have something even harder."

Xu Yang smiled and said, "I have sent a few of them to major printing factories."
To be continued...
Prev Index    Favorite NextPage