Chapter 6 Shocked Body
Since the boss wanted to compete, Huang Zhihao, as a subordinate, certainly would not hold back. He sat down, picked up a pen and started writing.
It was not that he wanted to compete for the front page of the Hong Kong newspaper, but such important news, he was not confident to let other people in the newspaper write it.
Huang Zhihao could become the editor-in-chief, so his writing skills were naturally not bad. Because he did not have a high degree of education, his rhetoric was not gorgeous, but his word choice was very precise and very shameless. There was not a single harmonious word, but his writing was as if he had been lying under Zhou Baoyi and his lover's bed and listened to it all night.
While watching Wen Yue, he sighed in his heart, Huang Zhihao had definitely chosen the wrong profession. With such writing skills, why would he be a paparazzi? He might have become famous long ago if he wrote novels.
But on second thought, the Hong Kong literary circle in this era is like a fight between gods, and Huang Zhihao may not be able to make it if he enters.
It's better to do a gossip magazine. When Dongjiang Newspaper Industry is established in the future, she will definitely not let down the hero.
After returning the manuscript to Huang Zhihao, Wen Yue said, "There is nothing wrong with the manuscript. What title do you plan to write?"
Huang Zhihao was overjoyed to get the boss's approval. He took the manuscript and quickly browsed it. He pondered and asked, "What do you think of 'The backyard of the richest man Wen Rongsheng caught fire, and the fourth wife Zhou Baoyi took her son to meet her biological father secretly'?"
This title is not bad. There are characters "the richest man Wen Rongsheng" and "the fourth wife Zhou Baoyi", and there is an event "taking her son to meet her biological father secretly". The two sentences together will make people wonder, isn't Zhou Baoyi Wen Rongsheng's mistress? How can it be considered a secret meeting when she takes her son to see him? What's the matter with the fire in the backyard?
A few questions turned in his mind, and his curiosity was aroused.
But... Wen Yue felt that it was not enough.
Hong Kong tabloids have always been famous for attracting attention, regardless of other people's lives, and exaggerating facts is common.
The headline of a report that impressed her the most wrote that a certain celebrity was engaged in a group exercise, but after a careful look at the newspaper, it turned out that he had invited several friends to dinner.
Similar headlines that call a horse a zebra are not uncommon in Hong Kong tabloids in this era. People will be fooled once or twice, and the threshold will naturally be raised after many times.
In this way, the headline drafted by Huang Zhihao is too honest, and it is difficult to grab the public's attention in the first place. At the same time, the headline
is too subtle. Those who often read entertainment gossip and understand the love and hatred of the Wen family will naturally understand it at a glance, but those who don’t pay much attention to gossip news may take a long time to react.
The time in between is enough for people to skip Dongjiang Entertainment News and choose to buy other newspapers.
Forget about giving it away for free. At that time, there were more than one newspapers in Hong Kong that were free and had content, and not everyone was willing to take advantage of this small bargain.
Thinking of this, Wen Yue shook her head and said, "The title needs to be changed."
"What do you think is a better way to change it?" Huang Zhihao asked humbly.
"It should be more straightforward and more eye-catching."
Wen Yue said as she mentally filtered all the titles she had seen in the past, such as Zhiyin style and UC style. Finally, she said, "Change the title to...Surprise!!! Hong Kong's richest man is cuckolded, and the biological father of the fourth wife's only son is someone else!"
"This..."
Although Huang Zhihao is a paparazzi, he has always had a literary dream in his heart. After hearing the title, he looked embarrassed: "Isn't it too straightforward?"
"It must be straightforward." Wen Yue insisted, "Just tell me if you want to read it after seeing this title?"
Huang Zhihao wanted to shake his head, but after thinking about it, he felt that this title was indeed a bit attractive, and asked hesitantly: "Then...use this title?"
"Use this."
Although when she traveled through time, shock bodies had become the tears of the times, no matter how many exclamation marks were placed after the word "shock", it would be difficult to arouse the curiosity of netizens. But Wen Yue felt that since this format had been glorious in the past, it must have its merits.
As for whether the citizens of Hong Kong at that time would be receptive to it, Wen Yue felt it was hard to say for the time being, but it didn't matter, just try it first, and then change it if it doesn't work.
The worst that could be done is to deliver a few more issues of newspapers.
After determining the content of the front-page headlines, Huang Zhihao called Sister Fang and asked her to calculate the cost account, and then asked Wen Yue for money.
There was no way. Although the manager who helped Wen Yue manage the estate would allocate funds every month, the funds were all received at the end of the month, and the funds were only enough to maintain basic operations, and they would be spent before the middle of the next month.
Although long-term suppliers and printing factories can make up for the loss, as their newspaper business began to decline, the big partners in the past had long since cut off contact with them, and now they are only working with small companies.
Wen Yue wanted to print 30,000 copies of newspapers right away. Even if the page space was reduced, there would still be as many as the original 15,000 copies of newspapers. Small partners might not agree to advance the money. Wen
Yue was also very happy. When she saw Huang Zhihao reaching out, she took out her checkbook.
Well, as the daughter of the richest man, she doesn't have much money in her wallet. She uses a credit card when shopping and writes checks for personal matters. This is the way the daughter of the richest man behaves.
Considering that the newspaper company is short of funds and that she may give away a few issues of newspapers for free in the future, Wen Yue directly plans to write a check based on the cost price calculated by Sister Fang multiplied by four times.
But just as she wrote down the first number in the 100,000th place, she heard the voice of the system in her mind: [Dear, the money in your account is not enough to write such a large check~]
Wen Yue's hand stopped writing the check: [What do you mean? ]
[You mean you don't have that much money? ] The system voice was confused, as if it didn't understand why Wen Yue asked such a simple question.
Wen Yue had to break the question apart and asked: [But am I not the daughter of the richest man? I have stock dividends, a family fund, and seven buildings collecting rent, how can I have no money? ]
[Because before you came here, the original you spent all the money? ]
Wen Yue was shocked: [Spended it all? What did the original body do to be so spendy? ]
[Just spent it like that. 】
Seeing that Wen Yue still wanted to ask for details, the system quickly checked the data and said: [Although the market value of Lirong Group exceeds 45 billion Hong Kong dollars, the data shows that it has been expanding rapidly in the past decade. So far, the original Wen Yue has received less than 100 million in dividends. 】
Growing up, this is the first time that Wen Yue has heard that the suffix of 100 million is "less than".
[During the period when Wen Rongsheng held shares on behalf of his daughter, he received dividends of 70 million Hong Kong dollars. He used this money to set up a personal fund for his daughter and hired a professional manager to manage it. In the past three years, this personal fund has brought nearly 10 million Hong Kong dollars in income to Wen Yue every year. However, before Wen Yue was 40 years old, she could only withdraw money from the fund on a monthly basis, with a monthly quota of 500,000. 】
【Three years ago, after Wen Yue got married, she received the shares from Wen Rongsheng. In the past three years, she has received nearly 30 million Hong Kong dollars. This money has not been invested in personal funds and has been spent. 】
【Wait, the original body spent 30 million in three years? What did she do? 】
[She bought a yacht, traveled around the world for half a year, and also bought cars. The Ferrari and Lamborghini parked in the Repulse Bay Villa were all bought with this money.]
After hearing this, Wen Yue felt that there was no need to ask how the original body spent the money she received every month. Just look at the Hermès bags, Patek Philippe watches, and various haute couture high-heeled shoes in the cloakroom of the Repulse Bay Villa.
She didn't have much to complain about. Although she was not a slum girl before she traveled through time, she was just from an ordinary family. The starting salary of the offer she signed after graduation was just over 10,000, which was considered high among her peers, but if nothing unexpected happened, she would not be able to earn as much as the original body in her lifetime.
Putting aside the fact that the original body only had one month to live, she earned a lot after traveling through time.
Wen Yue is now more concerned about how much money she can receive every month, because this is related to whether she can spend a lot of money on newspaper companies to earn melon value in the future.
[Host, your current income sources include the rent of seven houses, with a monthly rent of 280,000 yuan, a personal fund of 500,000 yuan per month, a family fund of 200,000 yuan per month, and Yi Huai will give you 500,000 yuan every month. ]
[Wait, isn’t the relationship between the male protagonist and the original body not good? Why is he still giving money to the original body? ]
The system said proudly: [Because they are husband and wife~]
There is no love, but every month is 500,000 yuan, what kind of fairy husband is this!
Oh, now he is her husband.
Wen Yue pulled back her divergent thoughts, quickly added in her mind, and calculated that she could receive 1.48 million yuan every month, and suddenly felt rich.
[Have I received my money for this month? ]
[Yes, I have. All the money was deposited into my account at the beginning of the month. ]
Wen Yue looked up at the calendar on Huang Zhihao's desk. Today was only May 13th, and she had been here for three days. In other words, her original self had spent more than a million in ten days!
Well, she had seen the spending power of rich people.
Considering that she had two credit cards with high limits, which could cover the next expenses, after checking the account balance, Wen Yue signed a check for 150,000 yuan. When handing it to Fang Jie, she said, "Put this money in your account first, and come back to me if you don't have enough."
Although she said this, Wen Yue thought in her heart that she hoped that this money could last until the end of the month, otherwise she would have to sell second-hand bags!
Huang Zhihao and Fang Jie didn't know what Wen Yue was thinking. They just thought that she was worthy of being the daughter of the richest man. 150,000 yuan was just a drop in the bucket for her. They didn't even blink when writing the check.
Wen Yue: "..."
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After getting the money, Huang Zhihao quickly contacted the trio who went out to cover the news, and they checked the news at hand. Seeing that the quantity was not enough, they contacted their good friends and bought a few news items to make up the number.
At 5:30 pm, the layout of the first special issue of "Dongjiang Entertainment News" was completed.
At 6 o'clock, Huang Zhihao rushed to the printing factory with which Dongjiang Newspaper had long cooperated, and personally discussed the printing details with the other party, and watched them debug the machine in the other party's shocked eyes.
At 7 o'clock, the machine debugging was completed. In order to avoid mistakes, Huang Zhihao stayed in the printing factory and watched the workers work.
At 8:30, Huang Zhihao was still watching the workers.
At 8:45, Huang Zhihao received a call from a friend who had been buying lottery tickets with him for a long time. The friend told him excitedly on the phone: "Ah Hao! You won! You won the lottery!"
Huang Zhihao, who was exhausted from staring at people, jumped up from his seat: "What did you say? Say it again!" "
I said you won the lottery! Three million! Ah Hao, you've made a fortune!"
Huang Zhihao's eyes were filled with surprise. He laughed twice and asked nervously: "Really?"
The person on the other end of the phone shouted excitedly: "Really! If you don't believe me, go ask. The first prize is exactly the same as the number on the lottery ticket you bought!"
Huang Zhihao was dizzy until he hung up the phone.
Three million! That's three million!
A sentence suddenly rang in Huang Zhihao's mind: "I think lottery tickets are like bank accounts. It's better to hold them in your own hands. What do you think?"
Recalling the look on Wen Yue's face when she said this, Huang Zhihao took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit, opened it and took out the betting tickets he had taken back from his friend last night, muttering to himself:
"Oh my God! Miss Wen is amazing!"
Looking at the workers who were busy outside the office, Huang Zhihao couldn't help thinking, Miss Wen could even predict the winning numbers, so would it be a problem for her to print this special issue even if she lost money?
Huang Zhihao felt that under the leadership of Wen Yue, Dongjiang Newspaper Industry might really be able to shine again!