Global Tycoon: You Call This A Small Achievement?

When He Zhou handed Xiao Lan back to Hua Gu, the little guy's eyes were full of reluctance, but he still nodded sensibly, "Brother He, go ahead and do your work. Xiao Lan will be obedient."

Hua Gu smiled and said: "This child is usually very naughty, but he only behaves so well in front of you."

He Zhou chuckled lightly. Xiaolan's personality is lively and active. Otherwise, when he and Ah Xing first arrived at the Jade Building, they wouldn't have staged a drama of "falling off the building"

Wasn't it because Xiaolan was too lively and active at that time?

However, it is not a bad thing if the children are more lively.

Many parents would rather their children be solid than dull, like a boring gourd. Such children are often not lovable.

"Okay, Brother A will come see you again when he has time."

Seeing Xiaolan's languorous expression, He Zhou smiled and wrote a bad check, finally appeasing the little guy.

Next, he walked straight towards the corner where the black-faced Cai was.

"His third uncle, come out with me."

Before Hei Mian Cai could react, He Zhou grabbed him by the collar and almost carried him out.

Afterward, Huagu sighed and said nothing else. It was probably because Huagu knew that he was doing things in a measured way, so she was just pretending.

"Hey you!" The third uncle was put down, patted the dust on his somewhat messy clothes, straightened his somewhat loose collar, and swallowed the curse words decisively when he met the other person's eyes. Went back.

He swore that he was not a coward, but just sincere. He was not afraid of this vicious guy at all, not at all!

He Zhou didn't do anything to him, let alone beat him up. Instead, he threw him a cigarette.

The third uncle subconsciously took it, touched his pocket, and found that the lighter was gone at some point, so he could only say: "Hey, let me borrow a fire!"

As he spoke, he brought his cigarette to his mouth.

He Zhou glanced at him angrily, threw the lighter away, and ignored him.

The two of them squatted in the small garden and puffed away for a while. He Zhou asked slowly, "What happened today? How did the good Ah Xing get shot?"

The black-faced Cai stuck out his tongue and patted his face, "Didn't I tell you that the killer was targeting Qimeng, and Ah Xing took the bullet for Qimeng."

"Then why would the killer target Qimeng?"

According to common sense, it should be Ah Xing who follows the God of Gamblers all over the world and becomes his disciple to show off everywhere. Even if the killer is hired, the bid will be placed on Ah Xing.

"Could it be Hong Guang's men?"

The black-faced Cai was a rare wise man, "Hongguang lost to Chen Song for 500 million. Although his power is not as powerful as before, and a phoenix with fallen feathers is not as good as a chicken, but who can guarantee that there are not many desperadoes under his command?"

"It's not impossible." He Zhou thought about it and felt it made sense.

Ah Xing and the others made Hong Guang miserable enough, and now the big bosses can only live in hiding to prevent their former enemies from coming to punish them.

The culprits are of course them, but more importantly, the betrayal of Qimeng, who he regarded as his confidant and right-hand man, and Qimeng's betrayal (Hong Guang still doesn't know that Qimeng is an undercover agent, he just thinks he was instigated to rebel) .

Besides, Ah Xing's current identity is not what it used to be. If he were to target Ah Xing directly, then using the energy of the God of Gamblers to kill Hong Guang would not be said to be effortless, but it would not be difficult to say the least.

"I will send someone to investigate this matter. If it is really Hong Guang, then I will find him even if I have to dig three feet into the ground!" He Zhou said sternly.

However, in fact, in his mind, he was no less suspicious of Chen Song than Hong Guang.

Qimeng is not so much Hong Guang's confidant as Chen Song's confidant, and knows too many of Chen Song's secrets and intrigues.

The most difficult thing for people in the world is not to stand out and become popular, but to wash their hands in a golden basin.

If you don't believe it, just look at Liu Zhengfeng, who wants to wash his hands in a golden basin. Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains, can wipe out his family, a famous figure in the world, by just looking for any excuse.

Why didn’t many people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect intervene to stop him? It wasn’t that Liu Zhengfeng planned to wash his hands in the golden basin and leave the tea to cool down, but Zuo Lengchan was the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance and was still calling for the wind and rain on the stage!

But if this assassination was planned by Chen Song, it would probably be difficult to handle. Chen Song was hiding in Taiwan, and for a while he really had nothing to do with the other party.

Returning to Oriental Newspaper Company, Liu Yiyi approached him immediately [planning to report to work.

"Boss, our daily newspaper sales have reached a peak of 300,000 copies. Although there are fluctuations in normal times, it is stable at around 250,000 copies."

Whether a newspaper sells well or not depends on the number of loyal customers and whether there are breaking news.

Why are journalists so keen to take huge risks to dig up big news? It’s not all driven by interests!

For example, when some breaking news occurs, especially exclusive news, the daily sales of newspapers may double.

However, when making a newspaper, you must not blindly pursue news breaking points. That would be to sacrifice the good and the bad and lead to a dead end.

"In other words, our newspaper sales have reached a bottleneck." He Zhou said calmly.

This is a common problem faced by the existing major newspapers in Hong Kong. Ming Pao has been hovering between 160,000 and 180,000 copies for a long time, and Sing Tao Daily has been hovering between 200,000 and 273.22 million. Now Oriental Daily is also facing the same problem.

And this problem is still almost unsolvable.

The population base of Xiangjiang is only that large. Affected by education level and income level, not everyone has spare money to buy newspapers.

The vast majority of people are struggling to make ends meet, and it is completely unrealistic to expect them to subscribe to newspapers without missing an issue like high-end subscription customers.

With a population of five million, 300,000 people have bought "Oriental Daily", which is a high proportion even in the world.

Theoretically, only when the per capita income of Xiangjiang citizens increases significantly can the prosperity of Xiangjiang's newspaper industry truly come!

By then, he would not be surprised if the sales volume of the "Oriental Daily" newspaper doubled or tripled to reach a daily sales of four to five million copies.

But now......

To achieve this result is completely fanciful and has no possibility at all.

But no matter how prosperous the Xiangjiang newspaper industry is, in the final analysis it is still entangled in a small pond with little future.

The upper limit of Xiangjiang is only that high!

"It seems that it's time for us to choose to run out!" He Zhou said with emotion.

"Run?" Liu Yiyi grasped the key word, a little confused.

"Just choose to expand externally!" He Zhou explained casually. .