Chapter 675

Shangguan Wan'er looked at Gao Yang and said, "Lord Gao, if this official heard correctly, you just said you wanted to pull in 400,000 taels of investment?"

"And then invest 400,000 taels of silver?"

Gao Yang nodded and said to Shangguan Wan'er, "Shangguan Wan'er, 400,000 taels of silver is not a small investment."

"This official is not saying the investment is small, but Lord Gao is giving away forty percent of the profit while pulling in 400,000 taels and investing 400,000 taels."

"Even if Your Majesty uses a piece of land next to the Imperial Palace, it only exchanged for forty percent. Then what about Lord Gao's twenty percent profit?"

Once these words were out, Wu Zhao also realized where the problem lay.

That's right, she had contributed a piece of land, and it was land next to the Imperial Palace at that; it was not cheap, and among all the brothels in the Seven Kingdoms, this was likely the only one of its kind.

A brothel next to the Imperial Palace—its popularity was guaranteed!

And with her as the backer, it almost eliminated all possibility of defaulting on debts, unless they didn't want their nine generations to live. That was why she only got forty percent!

For the remaining forty percent, if other families wanted to buy shares, they also had to cough up 400,000 taels of silver.

The land was there, and pulling in 400,000 taels to invest 400,000 taels—what about Gao Yang?

Both of them looked straight at Gao Yang.

Gao Yang looked at the expressions on Wu Zhao and Shangguan Wan'er's faces; he was no longer calm, and his body trembled slightly.

"Your Majesty, Lord Shangguan, you don't think I, Gao Yang, am freeloading, do you?"

"Although I, Gao Yang, am not putting up money, I am putting in effort! How could I, Gao Yang, be a person who freeloads?"

"If the Royal No. 1 Club wants to achieve a dimensional strike, the management philosophy is the top priority; this is the foundation of making money!"

Gao Yang said heavily, his voice piercing through the Imperial Study, sounding extremely pained.

Shangguan Wan'er and Wu Zhao chuckled; although they said nothing, the expressions on their faces were undisguised.

But just as Wu Zhao finished laughing, she realized something was wrong.

"Wait!"

"Gao Yang, you explain to Me properly: what is this club called? Royal No. 1 Club?"

Wu Zhao asked, her phoenix eyes fixed straight on Gao Yang.

Gao Yang said with a guilty conscience, "Your Majesty, this club model is absolutely profitable. In the world's business, the business of women and children is the easiest to do. As for men's business, besides aphrodisiacs, only clubs can make them open their wallets."

"But a club is not like white sugar or soap, which have high technical content. There are too many smart people among the merchants in the world. This subject is afraid that once it's created, they will shamelessly plagiarize and steal the business!"

"And then?"

Gao Yang said with resonance, "Your Majesty, this is no small problem. If we want to avoid plagiarism and maintain huge profits, we must create a unique brand!"

"First, we must be the first to appear and maintain high-quality innovation; we must prevent forty-year-old aunties from passing themselves off as just-come-of-age. Second, it must be next to the Imperial Palace to highlight the club's status. Third is the name!"

"A royal signboard is absolutely a golden signboard; otherwise, calling it 'Heaven on Earth' or 'Home of the Veterans' wouldn't be bad either..."