Chapter 12: Floating Thoughts!

"Open a hair's external gambling table, I don't want to be pitted by you!"

Wu Feng laughed and cursed: "Besides, I only have that little capital, how am I qualified to open an external gambling table?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

Guanzaisen was curious, "Let me state beforehand, I won't participate in things that don't make money!"

"It's putting the star painting booklets I made into Brother Sen's venues for sale!"

Wu Feng didn't be polite: "Twenty for a regular booklet, seventy for a special edition, how about it?"

"Not how about it!"

Guanzaisen mocked, "Did you go into the money eye, kid? Want to fleece me?"

"Can't I make star painting booklets myself? Still need to get goods from you, kid?"

"Heh, can Brother Sen guarantee that your underlings won't play tricks to make money when printing star painting booklets?"

Wu Feng said with disdain: "When the quality of the painting booklets has problems, it won't just be Brother Sen who loses face, but also the Big Brother behind you and the entire Wo Shing!"

"Besides, the painting booklets I made will be updated from time to time. Brother Sen, you can't really be so shameless as to copy them, right?"

"So what?"

Guanzaisen rolled his eyes and laughed, "Anyway, I don't care about that little money!"

If it were outside, if a small society big shot dared to talk to him like this, he would have turned his face and sent a big ear scraper.

This wasn't it; the relationship between the two inexplicably became quite good, and they often soaked in saunas together.

When did the change start? It should be the day when Hong Yi Spokesperson Huang Wengang used the ring fighting method to solve the trouble, and Guanzaisen brought his underlings to the Big Rich Sauna.

I don't know what happened, but Guanzaisen seemed to be stuck here.

He came almost every night, and as long as there was nothing at the branch, he basically soaked in the Big Rich Sauna.

Whether it was solving physiological needs or eating late-night snacks, it was all solved in the sauna.

This wasn't it; with the branch placed in the sauna, Wu Feng quickly became familiar and close to him.

Not only Guanzaisen, but the core underlings under him also had a quite good relationship with Wu Feng.

Because of their existence, the business of several small hotels nearby was much better.

Outsiders didn't know, and thought the Big Rich Sauna was Guanzaisen's branch.

Such a situation was naturally quite strange. Later, Wu Feng saw that every time the sauna's technician ladies came back from a physical examination, Guanzaisen would carefully read the physical examination report, and then he suddenly realized.

Damn, Guanzaisen was afraid of getting hit!

It seemed that what Huang Wengang said to Guanzaisen on the day of the ring fight had scared this guy.

A boss like Wu Feng, who gave the sauna staff a physical examination every half month, was definitely unique among those doing nightclub business in Hong Kong.

This expenditure was not small, and it could make the sauna's monthly net income less by about 10%!

That is to say, after handing in the numbers to the society and paying wages to the Four-Nines and Blue Lanterns who guarded the venues, the net income he got was only a little over 10%.

But Wu Feng didn't care. The key was that he lived in the sauna with peace of mind.

That's right, the house he rented before had been returned, and he simply lived on the third floor of the sauna. The layout here was similar to a hotel room, much more comfortable than the rented house before.

He didn't have to clean the hygiene himself, nor did he have to cook, everything was ready-made.

Personal safety was also guaranteed, and it was impossible for the plot of Chen Haonan and others surrounding and killing Babi in the movie to appear.

Guanzaisen probably calculated the account, so he didn't promote physical examinations in his own venues.

Although he was no longer a bottom-tier hoodlum, it was absolutely impossible for him to have empathy for the ladies in the venues under his jurisdiction.

In order to play safely and not have accidents, he naturally took the Big Rich Sauna as a stronghold and came often.

The key was that Wu Feng slacked off on society affairs and had an attitude of not wanting to be too deep, which made Guanzaisen let go of most of his guard, and there were rarely conflicts because of society interests.

Once they got familiar, the tone of speaking naturally didn't need to be polite.

Wu Feng's personal combat power was there and he was cautious enough, even not forgetting to put the nunchucks in a handy place when washing the sauna, and Guanzaisen couldn't do anything about him.

"I'm talking about big business!"

Seeing Guanzaisen playing the rogue, Wu Feng said irritably: "If it weren't for Hong Yi's insufficient strength, how would it be your turn to show off here? Go wherever it's cool!"

"Oh, tell me about it!"

Guanzaisen didn't care, curious, "Don't lie to me, kid!"

"During the World Cup, the football atmosphere is fiery. Not only can you sell star painting booklets, but star posters are the big head!"

"Especially students, as long as they are guided slightly, they won't buy a few star posters each!"

"What Dutch Three Musketeers, West German Three Charioteers, Argentine superstar Old Ma, plus Brazilian White Football King, plus their basic personal information, I estimate they will sell out!"

"Also, taking advantage of the fiery football atmosphere, spend a little money to sponsor a few middle schools to play games, and sell pirated football shoes and pirated jerseys, which is another not-small income!"

"If there is enough time, you can also make exquisite strong team star cards, and even dolls, etc.!"

Speaking of this, he paused, seeing Guanzaisen looking dumbfounded, Wu Feng couldn't help but curl his lip secretly.

This was just the beginning?

He didn't say the real ruthless means of raking in money, he was afraid of being chased and killed afterwards.

As long as the preparation was sufficient, he could artificially create a few "match experts" who could accurately guess the winning games from the group stage to the semi-finals.

Once the fame was enough, just collecting "consultation fees" from the many gamblers was not a small number.

If he was even more black-hearted, he could completely collude with the underground gambling table, and earn more astonishing interests through fame guidance. If he was even bolder, he would directly force the Macau casino to pay "security fees."

Although he only saw such operations in novels, he dared to be sure that there must be a reality basis!

If he really played like this, Wu Feng dared to be sure that even the international big bookmakers would be alarmed, and then send gunmen to kill him, an unstable factor who was frantically grabbing food in the gambling table.

In fact, remembering quite a few commercial tricks from web novels, Wu Feng had many, many ideas.

If he had a comprehensive entertainment media group in his hands, he would also go through with novels, comics, animations, and toys, as well as all sorts of football-related merchandise, ensuring he maximized his profits.

With the popularization of television sets and the gradual deepening of the commercialization of football, the influence of the World Cup every four years was getting bigger and bigger, and even became the biggest hot spot in the world for a period of time.

As long as he could catch this wave of heat and convert the huge traffic into actual economic interests, the interests he could earn would be astonishing.

The key was that the money earned was all decent money!

If he was lucky, he could even leap to become a regional, or even world-class entertainment or sports tycoon.

If Guanzaisen knew his wild ideas, he would definitely scold him for having a problem with his brain.

The difficulty of doing it as perfectly as he imagined, and the joints that needed to be cleared, were not something that ordinary business elites could play with, let alone big shots of their society.

Wu Feng definitely had to disdainfully complain: As a professional web novelist, if his brain wasn't flexible and he didn't have so many wild ideas, how could he mix?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 13 =====