Chapter 35 My brother died and I feel bad

Chapter 35 My brother died and I feel bad

Chapter 35 My brother died and I feel bad

"91 Men" was sold out on the first day of its release, so Ah Lok no longer needed to ask newspaper vendors for distribution, as those who were well-informed had already found a printing factory.

Wait for the printing factory to ship out the magazines and rush to grab the first batch of reprints.

Last night, the bloody fight between the two gangs did not leave any trace in the factory. The winners take all, and no one will pity a dead body lying on the street.

"91 Men" has survived the most difficult moment, and the salty and humid storm it has set off is about to sweep across Hong Kong Island!

Boss Xian, who hadn't slept a full night, was not going to be polite with the newspaper men. He came to the factory gate in flip-flops, smoking a cigar, and cursing: "Scream, scream, scream! Scream to the sky and the earth, go home and call for a boat! You are all death-chasers, you will die if you wait for a few minutes."

The thirty or so newspaper sellers present were actually equivalent to block representatives, and each of them had to order several hundred magazines.

Then pull it back into the area and distribute it to every street and newsstand.

Some people were not afraid of Mr. Xian, and they carried their bicycles and joked with a smile: "Hurry up, Mr. Xian."

"You have mistresses to sleep with, but many brothers only have two hands left, and they have to rely on magazines to fly out. It's late, and the office toilets are crowded, so there's no place to work."

Boss Xian hadn't seen a newspaper seller come to his door on his own initiative for many years, so how could he deliberately make things difficult for him? He immediately opened the door of the factory and said, "First, register how many copies you want, write them on a piece of paper, and then put your fingerprints on them before paying."

"Fuck you, don't give me the money, give it to the finance department. We have to pay it to Boss Yin..."

The reporter asked, "Boss Yin, where are you?"

"Open 91 magazine and take a look. It's written on the first page: Editor-in-Chief Yin Zhaotang!" said the newspaper man in Yau Ma Tei.

Canton Road.

Flying Dragon Ball Room.

Sang Kun was wearing wide-leg jeans with holes at the knees, a tight red T-shirt, one hand in his pocket, a gold necklace as thick as a finger around his neck, and was surrounded by a group of thugs as he walked into the billiard room.

The guests at the tables who were playing golf stopped what they were doing, stepped aside with their clubs, and shouted politely, "Brother Sangkun."

"Brother Sangkun."

This place is where Sang Kun resides. Whenever the brothers in the gang have something to do, they will go to Feilong Billiard Room to find Sang Kun first. According to the rules of the underworld, as long as Feilong Billiard Room is not closed, the flag of Dong'an Society in Guangdong Road will not fall.

Sang Kun didn't even look at the younger brother who greeted him. He whistled at the girl who was setting up the billiards, and then came to the most luxurious imported billiard table in the store.

"Snapped."

He took the exclusive cue handed to him by the girl who was swinging the ball, leaned over the table, and hit a shot casually.

"COCO, play a game with me."

The girl with dyed blonde hair, hot pants and fishnet stockings picked up the club and prepared to serve the boss: "Brother Sangkun, you are in a good mood."

I saw her bending down, aiming with the pole, her loose white T-shirt revealing her snow-white neck, extending all the way downwards, it was actually vacuum-packed, with material in place.

It looks like a pendulum and swings back and forth.

Sang Kun was so happy to see the feast for his eyes that he said, "When I woke up this morning, the magpies were calling outside the window. How could I be in a bad mood?"

"Brother Sangkun, what's the good news?"

"Tell it to your sister"

COCO's arms were not long enough, so when she sat on the edge of the table and played sideways, even the pink lace under her hot pants was exposed.

A few of the younger brothers turned up their noses and grinned evilly.

Sang Kun smiled and said, "Last night, my good brother La Jiang was hacked to death in the printing factory. Damn, that was La Jiang who published the magazine "Big Wave"!"

"Coincidentally, I just bought shares in La Jiang's "Big Wave" yesterday morning. La Jiang is dead now, but the brothers under him need to eat."

"I have no choice but to take over La Jiang's mess and continue to run Big Wave."

COCO blinked and intentionally hit the ball off target. She put down the club, took two steps forward, put her arms around Sangkun's neck, exhaled softly, and said, "Brother Sangkun, is it the "Big Wave" that was shot for the beauty magazine?"

"It seems to be selling very well. My dad even bought a copy yesterday."

Sang Kun put down the golf club, put his hand on COCO's hip, and raised his eyebrows: "Did your father show it to you after reading it?" "Bad guy, Brother Kun." COCO punched him lightly in the chest, wanting to ask Brother Kun for a chance to shoot a magazine.

Sang Kun casually spread his legs and unbuckled his belt with his hands.

The younger brothers in the billiard room turned their eyes away one after another. They were extremely envious in their hearts, but they all looked away, not daring to look any longer for fear of getting beaten by the big boss.

Some of the guys who were playing ball with little girls, or some of the girls who were a bit like pendulums, started to act unruly.

At this time, the white paper fan She Zaiying from the hall hurried into the ball room, came to Sang Kun and said anxiously: "Brother Kun, something happened."

"What?"

Sang Kun asked, but his legs were trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and cursed loudly: "Diao, you are really good at kung fu!"

"Aying, tell me what's going on. I have a lot of bullets and I need to shoot!"

Shezaiying smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Kun, another 91 copies of Men were sold out in the morning in just three hours."

"So far, The Big Wave has only sold 3,500 copies, 1,500 fewer than yesterday."

Sang Kun frowned and urged impatiently, "Hurry up and get to the point!"

Shezaiying answered without hesitation: "91 Magazine is much better than Big Wave. It has already formed a trend. Newspaper vendors also sell 91 Magazine first and then Big Wave."

"Many customers would rather not buy and wait for tomorrow's delivery than buy The Big Wave."

"If this continues, I'm afraid at least one-third of the first issue of 100,000 copies of The Big Wave will be unsold, which will cause dissatisfaction among newspaper owners. The next issue will only ship 50,000 copies at most."

"I'm afraid we won't make much money if we take over Big Wave Magazine."

Although Sang Kun had not spent a penny so far, he had taken over La Jiang's magazine company under the banner of a shareholder. However, he still needed to invest money in printing and distribution.

I was very optimistic about the pornographic magazine market, but I didn't expect that "Big Wave" would be suppressed in just two days.

Sang Kun took a deep breath and asked unhappily, "How many issues can 91 magazine publish in total?"

"According to current market conditions, we can conservatively sell 100,000 copies a week."

"I heard from the newspaper guy that there is a long-tail effect in selling magazines, and 91 magazine will have more readers. It is possible that it will sell or even copies in the future." Shezaiying said.

"Damn, five yuan for one copy, two or three issues a month, and hundreds of thousands of copies per issue, wouldn't that mean a net profit of more than a million yuan a month!" Sang Kun's eyes widened, thinking that the money was his, and a fire of evil rose in his heart.

He looked down and saw Coco spitting into his palm, with a ball of evil fire emerging.

"Snapped!"

"Fuck your mother, are you dissatisfied with me in some way?" Sang Kun was furious. He picked up the golf cue leaning against the table and poked it hard.

Coco screamed twice, and crawled under the pool table, kneeling on the ground in embarrassment and begging: "I'm sorry, Brother Kun, it's my fault, I'm sorry"

"I won't dare to do it again next time. Never again."

Sang Kun put his hands on his hips and cursed, "You want a next time? I told you, my good brother La Jiang was killed yesterday, and now I'm in a terrible mood!"

"Drag her out and ask the brothers to treat her to a drink."

at the same time.

Causeway Bay, Chiu Yi Restaurant.

Uncle Cat's bloated body was leaning on a Qing Dynasty pearwood armchair made by a famous craftsman. In his left hand, he held a pumpkin pot made by Chen Mingyuan, a master of purple clay pots during the Kangxi period, and in his right hand, he held a copy of the pornographic magazine "91 Men" that was just published this morning.

He watched with interest, smiling, without saying a word.

Gao Laosen, who was standing nearby, could not help but shout, "Brother Mao, the sales volume is 10,000 copies a day! Pick, you give away a Maybach, and the young man will make a mountain of gold and silver."

"This young man is a fucking god!"

If the first issue selling over 10,000 copies on the first day was a surprise to the Hong Kong market, then the fact that 10,000 copies were sold out for two consecutive days was just the beginning of the sensation it caused in the market.

(End of this chapter)