Chapter 8 Money and sex ()

How is that possible?

Li Dingshan lost 1 million yuan, but Wen Yang secretly used the company's name to make 1 million yuan silently. This difference is too big. If this is the case, Li Dingshan lost too badly, and Wen Yang made too easy.

"I knew you didn't believe it!" Xiao Jia widened her eyes, "I didn't believe it at first, but later when I saw the numbers in his account, I believed that he really made 1 million! Tell you Xia Xiang, how Wen Yang got this 1 million, I know clearly because I participated in the process of making money throughout the process."

Xia Xiang blinked his eyes, looking incredible. In 1998, 1 million was definitely a huge sum. At this time, the millionaires could be compared with the millionaires ten years later. Wen Yang looked unpretentious and didn't know what to be busy all day. It turned out that he had earned 1 million yuan secretly by himself behind his back.

Xiao Jia was very satisfied with Xia Xiang's face, and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to know how he makes money? Do you want to make 1 million yuan and become a millionaire?"

Xia Xiang pretended to be angry: "No one wants to make money. If you want to say it, don't pretend."

Xiao Jia was not annoyed. She raised her neck and drank another beer before she said slowly: "But one thing you have to promise me is that after I tell you about this, you must cooperate with me, and we will make 1 million together."

Who doesn't want to make money? But Xia Xiang is not excited at all. She always feels that this matter is too strange. Xiao Jia and Wen Yang are all the way together, so why did she kindly tell him what Wen Yang is doing behind the scenes? No matter how good things are really making money, she came to her door without any attention with her friendship with Xiao Jia, and insisted on giving her a way of wealth.

However, no matter how speculation is, Xia Xiang said calmly: "No problem. As long as it is within my ability, as long as it is not illegal, no one will be unable to get along with the money, right?"

Xiao Jia looked up and down at Xia Xiang for a few times, with a hint of sorrow in her eyes, and said quietly: "Xia Xiang, to be honest, do you think I am a bad girl? Do you think I will definitely accompany him to bed with Wen Yang all day long?"

Cough cough... Xia Xiang was choked by the peppers on the mutton skewers, and his throat was itchy. He couldn't help coughing. He hurriedly took a sip of beer and pressed it down, and said, "Talk about serious business, don't talk about it."

Seeing whether Xia wanted to talk about this topic, Xiao Jia snorted dissatisfiedly, turned her head and shouted to the boss, "Boss, let's have four more bottles of beer." In an instant, Xia Xiang clearly saw something crystal clear in her eyes flashing.

I wanted to stop Xiao Jia, but the boss was diligent. As soon as he finished speaking, four bottles of beer were delivered. It seemed that he was afraid that the two of them would not finish drinking it, so he opened the cover without saying a word.

While Xiao Jia was drinking beer while talking intermittently, Xia Xiang finally understood what Wen Yang's way of making money was.

In fact, Wen Yang's method of making money is not very clever, but it is just an old-fashioned method of cheating money in the name of editing books. Wen Yang's biggest advantage is to use the name of the national newspaper where Li Dingshan is. Although the company's full name is xxx Technology Information Technology Cultural Center, after all, it is still very shocking and persuasive when it comes to the beginning of the national newspaper.

Wen Yang brought Xiao Jia to the head office of a bank in Beijing, found the person in charge of the library, and found all the publications in the industry for the past three years, and searched for the names of the personnel from branches across the country who published the papers.

Articles published in the industry not only have names but also specific addresses, which gives Wen Yang an opportunity to take advantage of.

He spent three days to excerpt the names and addresses of nearly 3,000 people with Xiao Jia, then returned to Yan City, wrote an essay contest, printed 5,000 copies, and then used his convenience in charge of the company's official seal, stamped the official seal, and then mailed the notice through the post office in the name of a national newspaper.

Shortly after the announcement was issued, feedback was received one after another and at least 2,000 people replied. Wen Yang then wrote a publishing notice, stating that the award-winning essays would be compiled and published by a national publisher, which can be used as an important reference for personal evaluation of professional titles. However, because the publisher requires at least 10,000 copies to be printed before it will be published, it is required that each person purchase at least 5 books, and the price of each book is 200 yuan. The 32-plus hot red hardcover version has the value of collection and preservation.

People in banks are relatively rich, and most of the leaders who publish articles in publications are not big or small. The total price of 5 books is only 1,000 yuan, and you can get a reimbursement for just one reason. So almost everyone sent 2,000 letters. Finally, the results were calculated that a total of 1,956 people remitted money, and at least 5 books were required. There were also many people who needed a few more books to show off. A total of nearly 2 million yuan were received.

Wen Yang was not too greedy. He might also know that these banks are rich people and have seen good things, so he did not save on book numbers and papers. He spent 50,000 yuan to buy a book number from a national publishing house, and found a large printing factory, using the best coated paper and a hard plastic cover, plus a exquisite packaging box. The books were divided into two volumes, each volume was as thick as a dictionary. The two books had a total of 2 million words, and the number of words collected by each person was controlled to be around 1,000 words.

The cost of books is 20 yuan per set, and a total of 20,000 sets were printed, totaling 400,000 yuan. Although the book number cost 50,000 yuan, the cost of handling points was 50,000 yuan, totaling 100,000 yuan. In addition, the award certificate and prizes were also cost about 400,000 yuan, and the final mailing and transportation costs were 100,000 yuan. In other words, except for all the expenses, there is still 1 million yuan left.

The whole thing took only half a year. Wen Yang's initial investment was the fare from Yan City to Beijing, and the cost of hiring people in Beijing. The printing of thousands of notices was only a few hundred yuan. In other words, the initial investment was only a mere three to five thousand yuan. As for the later printing costs and the cost of purchasing book numbers, it can be completely completed with other people's money.

The most important point is that the name of national newspapers played a role. In 1998, although the fee-based editing of books was not as easy as in the early 1990s, many people were still willing to pay for publication of papers. Wen Yang grasped this point and saw that the people in banks were rich, and the huge sign and appeal of national newspapers could do a good job.

After Xiao Jia finished speaking, the four bottles of beer had already seen the bottom. The two of them drank eight bottles of beer, and each person had an average of four bottles. Xia Xiang had nothing to do, and the four bottles of beer could not beat him. Unexpectedly, Xiao Jia was drunk and had a three-point drunkenness, but she was still sober and had no drunkenness, but she added a few cute and silly appearances to her.

Xiao Jia looked straight at Xia Xiang and asked, "How is it, what do you think? Do you want to have a big fight with me and make millions and millions? You should drink as much as you like in life, and make money as a profit!"

Xia Xiangxiaoxiao: "I didn't expect you to be so generous. I was so excited that I wanted to jump up and do a big deal and make a big profit."

Xiao Jia looked at Xia Xiang with his eyes slanted, knowing that he was insincere and said sarcastically: "It sounds nice, but looking at your appearance, I was not moved at all. I must still be wondering why I followed Wen Yang, and why Wen Yang didn't share my money in the end? Tell you Xia Xiang, don't look down on me, I'm not the kind of woman who sleeps with others for money, I have my own bottom line!"

When Xiao Jia said this, unwillingness and dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes. Xia Xiang pretended not to see it. Seeing that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, she waved her hand and said, "Boss, check out."

Xiao Jia was unwilling to give up and reached out to stop Xia Xiang's hand: "Wait a minute, Xia Xiang, why don't you ask what happened to Wen Yang and me? Why are you not moved? Are you afraid that I will lie to you?"

In desperation, Xiao Jia's little hand was pressed on Xia Xiang's hand. Xia Xiang felt a little hot and smooth coming from his hand. When he looked down, he saw that Xiao Jia's little hand was as white as green onion and as thin as jade. His hands were symmetrical, neither big nor small, and his fingers were appropriately thick and thin. He was really the most beautiful jade hand that Xia Xiang had seen in his life.

Suddenly thinking of the hand model in later generations, Xia Xiang blurted out: "Xiao Jia, your hands are so beautiful. If you make a hand model in the future, you can make money."

In 1998, there was no concept of hand-modeling. Xiao Jia didn't understand what Xia wanted to say, and was slightly stunned: "What did you say?"

Only then did Xia Xiang realize that he was saying the wrong thing and hurriedly changed the topic: "Leave here first, let's talk. This is a place where people are full of people and eyes are not a place to speak."

Xiao Jia nodded, and then she realized that the hands of the two people were still pulling each other. She took the initiative to hold Xia Xiang's hand, and her face turned red. She hurriedly retracted her hand and said awkwardly: "Your pig's hands are all oily, stay away from mine."

Xia Xiang said casually: "I said why is it so slippery? I thought it was your hands delicate just now, but now I realize it's oily..." He looked at Xiao Jia with a smile, with both the childishness of a college student who had just left the campus, and the maturity and cunning in his eyes.

Xiao Jia was panicked for no reason, and a hint of panic flashed in her heart. She couldn't help but wonder, is he sincere or unintentional? He looked serious like a young college student, and joked like a man who had been in society for many years. He spoke without any leakage, both conscientious and inappropriate. Xia Xiang used to look as honest as a cow, but now when he comes into contact, he is also a very funny and manly person.

Xiao Jia's heart thumped, her eyes slapped Xia Xiang from bottom to top, as if nothing had happened: "I didn't have a good face, I didn't expect you to have become bad either. I used to think you were a gentleman, and there were not many good men."

The impact was a bit big. Xia Xiang reached out to pay for the money while laughing, but didn't respond. It was a lie to say that he was not attracted to Xiao Jia. They were all men, and they inevitably had some normal thoughts about beautiful women. Moreover, Xiao Jia was definitely the kind of beauty who would attract attention no matter where she went. But if you really wanted to happen to her, with his current situation and mood, he really didn't have that mind. It was not that he didn't believe what Xiao Jia said, nor did he not want to make money, but he was unwilling to do illegal things.
Chapter completed!