"Mr. Lin, this is getting interesting."

"You can't just give me a simple answer and say you can do it."

"Besides, what do you want from me?"

Faced with this matter, Lin Yifeng did not hesitate at all.

"Fifty million!"

"I need an investment of 50 million, which I will repay in full after three years!"

Upon hearing the amount, Wei Yuxian raised an eyebrow, her expression remaining largely unchanged, but she deliberately changed the subject.

"I don't care about VCDs."

"How about this: you give me the sales rights for Mixue Ice Cream in Kyoto, and I'll give you 50 million. What do you say?"

Wei Yuxian's desire to meet Lin Yifeng stemmed from this very reason.

After establishing the first Mixue Ice Cream store, she also saw how terrifying the profits were in the domestic market for this inexpensive state-owned product.

Selling lemonade for 1 yuan, the actual cost of production, including labor and utilities, is only about 20 cents, and 80% of the profit can go into the pocket.

Not to mention milk tea and similar products, which are even more oily.

With so many tourist attractions in Kyoto, if each one had a Mixue Ice Cream shop, and considering the city's already large visitor flow, that would amount to 50 million people?

Including the land purchase and shop construction, the total investment was 60 million. Wei Yuxian believed that Kyoto would be able to recoup the investment within a year thanks to its own capabilities.

What Wei Yuxian wanted was nothing more than the management rights in Lin Yifeng's hands.

She could tell that Lin Yifeng was short of money, otherwise he wouldn't have approached her.

But when it came to Mixue Ice Cream, Lin Yifeng acted out of character, looking at Wei Yuxian with a cold smile.

"Miss Wei has quite an appetite."

"They want to buy the operating rights of Mixue Ice Cream in Kyoto for a mere 50 million."

"The initial franchise fee of 100,000 was just an experiment."

"No matter how much you ask, I will not sell."

Seeing that Lin Yifeng was stubbornly clinging to the management rights, Wei Yuxian frowned slightly and chose to continue to exert pressure by pressing him on the matter.

"Mr. Lin, you think you can get 50 million from me with just a piece of VCD information? Aren't you being a bit too confident?"

"How can I trust you? Is the information you got in exchange for 50 million really worth 50 million?"

Lin Yifeng showed no panic in the face of Wei Yuxian's questioning; instead, he earnestly explained.

"Not just VCDs."

“There are other things as well.”

"There are three clues in total. I guarantee you will earn ten times the 50 million by 1993 to the new millennium."

"For example, you should know about Little Tyrant, right?"

Wei Yuxian nodded. As something that became popular starting in 1991, how could she not know about it?

What unsettled her was Lin Yifeng's next sentence.

"Then Miss Wei, you should also know that Subor will be advertising on CCTV this year, right?"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Wolf Uncle's expression also became a little strange, and his gaze towards Lin Yifeng held a hint of suspicion.