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Hong Kong Island, Tai Wing Production Company.

As an independent production company that does not rely entirely on the three major film companies for its survival, Dayong Production Company has become somewhat famous and popular in Hong Kong and Taiwan in recent years by relying on Deng Guangrong's name and connections.

Deng Guangrong entered the entertainment industry in the 1960s and 1970s. He was very famous in Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Southeast Asia. His salary at that time was more than 150,000 Hong Kong dollars.

The price tag of a top star in the entertainment industry.

Founded Tai Rong Company, produced, and participated in the famous films such as "Chuju", "Family Law", "White Pink Heroes", and "Bloodbath in Chinatown".

The company is best at producing gangster-themed movies, and each of its movies has a very impressive box office, making it very popular in the Hong Kong film industry.

The realistic style of "Ying Gai Yuntian" this time is obvious, and the great god Zhou Runfa was invited, which can be said to be high-spirited. There are not more than one company in Hong Kong that can freely recruit Zhou Runfa to star in movies.

"This week, the box office growth rate of "Yi Gai Yuntian" has dropped significantly, and "The Birth of a Prefix" has diverted our moviegoers. We have done a survey and found that many young people like to go to watch "The Birth of a Prefix" in groups.

…”

A company employee wearing glasses was holding a report and talking about it. Opposite him, a huge black leather boss chair sat with its back facing.

"How much is the box office of our movie "Ying Gai Yuntian"?"

A strong male voice with no hint of sadness or joy came from behind the boss's chair.

"Nine million seven hundred thousand..."

"Whoa!"

The back of the huge chair turned, and a middle-aged man with a square face and a majestic face turned around, staring at the report on the desk with a gloomy expression.

"Nine million seven hundred thousand?"

Deng Guangrong sneered sinisterly, suddenly picked up the pen holder on the table and threw it towards the opposite side, "I'm holding your mother in my mouth! Do you have to feed you shit? I hired Zhou Runfa and Zheng Yuling, tell me the current box office is 9.7 million? You

Why don't you die because you are so desperate?"

The employee with glasses didn't even dare to hide. He was hit by the pen holder hard on his body, and cold sweat dripped down his face.

"Boss, "The Birth of a Prefix" has a strong box office momentum, and film critics continue to praise the movie in newspapers. It has a great guiding effect on the audience. And - "

The glasses employee looked at Deng Guangrong's unkind eyes and hurriedly said with cold sweat, "Now this movie is still offering promotional discounts. If the same person buys a ticket, the second ticket only costs 9.9, Deng Sheng, look at us...

"

Deng Guangrong stood up coldly, walked up to the man with glasses, and said coldly, face to face, "Do you know who is working for you? I hired you to help me make money. Now you teach me how to pay 9.9 for the second ticket?"

He slapped the bespectacled man's cheek hard with his hand, full of anger.

For those who are interested in the half-price plan for the second photo, they can understand the trick in an instant. For example, the old salty man from an advertising company. But for some people who don’t care much about marketing companies, this plan is so unfair.

At first glance, they even subconsciously felt that this was a huge loss.

When the Golden Arches came up with this plan, it instantly beat up a certain colonel all over the world. A small marketing plan has this magical effect.

Not only did Deng Guangrong fail to see the fishiness here, even in later generations, those who were not marketers and did not think carefully about it, might never have noticed the fishery here.

"No matter what method you use, type "The Birth of a Prefix" for me!"

Deng Guangrong picked up a cigar and said, "Inform Zhou Runfa that Zheng Yuling is going to have a theater road show! I don't believe that with Zhou Runfa's reputation, he will lose to a streetwalker!"

"Okay Deng Sheng, I'll go and do it right away."

"I can't see the effect during the next report, so you can report it yourself..." Deng Guangrong lowered his head and lit the cigar, speaking in a calm voice without raising his head.

"Jingle Bell--"

At this moment, the black, thick, and straight phone on the table started to buzz. As soon as he answered the phone, Deng Guangrong's face became darker and darker. Finally, he couldn't hold it back and slapped the desk directly.

"I'm holding your mother in my arms!!"

When Deng Guangrong heard what happened on the phone, he almost spit out blood.

He didn't expect that while he was plotting "The Birth of a Prefix" here, someone outside had already plotted against him.

…

Causeway Bay.

"Uncle Hua, please give me a report."

The gentle Luo Zhiliang took out a piece of paper and picked up a piece of "New Evening News", only to find that the former enthusiastic newsstand owner, Uncle Hua, was holding a copy of the newspaper with great interest, reading with gusto, and from time to time he would reveal his brother Zhu.

Mutually.

"You are so fascinated by what you see, why don't you do business?"

Luo Zhiliang stretched his neck to look in confusion, and suddenly he saw the two characters "Sheng Bao", "Uncle Hua, can your body bear it if you are still working so hard at such an old age? Can Auntie bear it? Can you two bear it?

Is the bed comfortable to live in? Well, I recently worked in a furniture company..."

"I'm going to kill you! If you don't do anything right, I'll just sell the bed and kill you! If you don't have a bed, you can still use it on the desk, bathroom, balcony, sofa, floor, or rooftop! It's better to sell coffins instead of selling beds.

…”

Uncle Hua threw the change to Luo Zhiliang angrily, shook the newspaper at hand, "Push to the street, this issue of "Shengbao" is different! I have read the Salty News for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such an interesting article.

Stories! The stories above are all short stories adapted from the movies of that year. This is called feelings, do you know?"

…

The "Sheng Bao" newspaper office was empty because of off-duty get off work.

"Snapped!"

A fat hand pressed the switch, and the room suddenly became brighter.

"Brother Cheng...Brother Dong...Brother Yao..."

Luo Liang rolled and fell in. Behind him, Luo Dong, who was wearing a leather jacket, looked at him coldly and ignored him. Feicheng and Su Liyao were smiling and looked very friendly.

"Three big brothers, I have done as you told me. Can you give me a way to survive? If you do this, I... our "Shengbao" may not be able to start work for a few days... I can't deliver the work——

"

Luo Liang looked at the three people carrying paint buckets and baseball bats with a sad face, and kept begging for mercy, "Don't worry, I will never tell Brother Zu out... just let me go."

"Haha, Chief Editor Luo, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. I don't know who you are talking about, Brother Zu?"

Feicheng smiled and showed his amiable double chin, grabbed Luo Liang's collar, lifted him up in the air, and said considerately, "Of course we believe you. If we don't believe you, how can we ask you to do things together?

What? But..."

After a pause, Feicheng smiled close to the other person's face and continued, "I forgot to tell you. The boss Deng in your newspaper seems to be a club boss... You think it's a coincidence... You think if he reads

To the newspaper…”

Luo Liang's eyes widened and his whole face turned pale with fright.

"Don't worry, of course Brother Zu feels sorry for you if you are so good. Come on, pour a few buckets of paint on yourself, and then pick up a few cheap things and smash them."

Feicheng handed over a baseball bat with a smile, then dusted off the dust on his clothes very considerately, patted Luo Liang's shoulder and said, "You help us do things. If we don't support you, will we really let the other side do it?"

Cut you into a rotten shrimp and a smelly fish?"

When Luo Liang heard this, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled like a sieve being shaken. Although he was a scumbag, he was still a man of culture. If he was really brave, he would not be threatened by Wu Xiaozu and his group.

Every time a righteous person slaughters a dog, an ungrateful person always becomes a scholar!

There are many educated people with real integrity, but there are very few of them in Hong Kong. Either they try to please others by grandstanding, or they consider thieves as their fathers.

If you read history, you will know that it is these cultural people who like to mess around the most. How many cultural gestures do the poor people know?

"Brother Cheng, you must save me..."

Luo Liang hugged Feicheng's arms with fear and trembling. When he saw the baseball bat handed over by the other party, he felt as if he had grasped the last straw. He hurriedly took it and said with excitement, "I will hit it! I will definitely hit it!"

He raised his arm and threw it at the desk.

The whole person seemed to be hitting harder than Luo Dong beside him.

"This is the right thing. Here, there are enough paint tubes."

Feicheng handed over the paint bucket and said with a smile, "After pouring the paint and smashing up the office, remember to call your brother-in-law..."

"Brother Cheng, I will never disturb the emperor's energy!"

Luo Liang was like a frightened little rabbit and quickly explained, "I won't call the police! I will definitely not call the police."

"Choose! What if you don't call the police? You are being thrown paint, smashed and robbed by young and Dangerous guys. Of course you have to call the police! We are good civilized and law-abiding citizens! Of course you should call the police as soon as possible when encountering such a thing!"

Feicheng grabbed Luo Liang's neck like a chicken, looked around, smiled and ordered, "Shengbao was retaliated by Young and Dangerous for its random reporting. Your brother-in-law came here to make meritorious deeds. You relatives, don't you have such merit?"

Is the truth easier for outsiders?"

"Can……"

"If you don't want to be hacked to death, just do what I tell you. Only if you are obedient can you live a long life." Feicheng said with a smile.

"Okay...I'll do it..." Luo Liang nodded hurriedly.

It was as if he had been dragged into a pirate ship. As soon as he entered the sea, the mosaic of the cultural man covering up his shame disappeared in an instant.

Before leaving, Su Liyao took out a few bundles of banknotes and threw them to Luo Liang, "This is 100,000 yuan. The boss knows that you are short of money recently, so I specially gave you the lost wages..." After that, he turned and left.
To be continued...