Global Tycoon: You Call This A Small Achievement?

Dexian Bookstore is a bookstore located on the edge of Kowloon Island in Hong Kong.

Compared with the splendid high-rise buildings in the busy city, this place is slightly rundown.

Blue bricks and tiles, gray stone pavement.

The streets here are very ordinary. The people who live here are not only the lower-class people in Xiangjiang, but also foreigners who have smuggled themselves to Xiangjiang to visit relatives and friends. There are Chinese from Malaya, the Philippines and Cambodia, but the most people come from the mainland.

The public security environment here is very chaotic, and the social environment is also very complicated, with people from all walks of life.

The sounds of vendors selling food, shouting, and the sounds of cooking, drinking and punching, beating and scolding children... are all heard from the corridor.

Faintly, from the narrow corridor, the old man's unique coughing sound came from the vicissitudes of life.

Dexian Bookstore is located here.

Just after noon, when the sun was blazing, Xu Guilin opened the rolling shutter door with a crash, and then a group of heads crowded outside the door.

He almost thought he was hallucinating, and subconsciously raised his hand to rub his sleepy eyes.

At the moment, he was wearing a vest that had been washed white, a pair of baggy beach shorts underneath, a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and a similarly stunned native dog at his feet.

The expressions of the two are as if they were printed from the same mold. It is hard to believe that a person and a dog can be so similar.

"What do you want to do?" Xu Guilin subconsciously took two steps back.

The dog he called Dahuang seemed to have mustered up great courage and stood fearlessly in front of him, grinning at a group of men with tattoos of green dragons and white tigers on their arms and fleshy faces.

"Brothers, I have a small business here, so I will treat you to tea with this little money..."

Xu Guilin went through his pockets all over because the small and large changes totaled 52 Hong Kong dollars.

However, a group of club members ignored him. The leader frowned and said, "Are you sure this is where it is?"

Immediately afterwards, Ma Zai said with absolute certainty: "Boss, it's right here!"

"Get out of the way!" The man known as the boss slapped his palm like a cattail leaf fan. With just a slight tug, Xu Guilin fell to the side.

Before he could get angry, a group of horses started laughing strangely.

Xu Guilin knew what they were joking about, and his face turned red.

To be honest, the business of Dexian Bookstore is not very good. Except for the occasional old man and his grandson who come in and ask for a drink of water, they rarely buy books.

Only during the period after school, there will be primary school students and junior high school students from nearby to read the books, but they have no money, not only to buy but also to rent the books.

After going back and forth, Xu Guilin had to rent some videos and bring them back to sell together with the old and new books in the bookstore.

The cost of video tapes is not low, so he always chooses video tapes with market prospects, and the way of judgment is his eyes.

Over time, the business of the bookstore gradually improved, but his health was deteriorating and he became increasingly weak. He kept getting up at night and had some unrelated dreams!

Closer to home, the video tape business brought a lot of popularity to Dexian Bookstore, so much so that Xu Guilin intermittently thought of making the bookstore bigger and stronger.

This ancestral property occupies an extremely important weight in his mind.

When the salesmen came to the door two days ago, they unexpectedly ordered 1,500 miscellaneous books with names such as "Looking for Qin" and "My Tomb Robbery Diary".

After ordering, he regretted it later. How long will it take for so many books to be sold out?

"Here is "Xun Qin Ji"! And "Tomb Robber Diary"!" A roar sounded, with a strong surprise, followed by a chaotic situation.

Xu Guilin mustered up the courage and when he walked towards that corner, the first thing he saw was a group of rough-faced Hunhun squatting on the ground holding books and reading.

This situation...how...how does it look weird?

Do you want to buy a book?" Xu Gui asked subconsciously, but then he wanted to reward himself for being generous, so why did he care about it?

"Why, can't I watch it if I don't buy it?"

A group of Hunhun glared at him fiercely.

Then several Hunhun gathered around for a while and started to collect money from each other.

It can be seen that these Hunhun are even more strapped than Xu Guilin. After searching his pockets for a long time, he only managed to get two hundred Hong Kong dollars.

"Here, can I give it to you? Profiteer!"

A few gangsters cursed and threw a handful of money over, and then continued to read. From time to time, they would say some obscene words, and occasionally mix in some words like 'it's so damn good-looking'.

Not long after, the popularity of the bookstore began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was even more popular than during the summer vacation. People kept coming to the front desk to check out with books.

Xu Guilin was surprised to find that the vast majority of people bought the two books they had just bought two days ago, "Looking for Qin" and "My Diary of Tomb Robbers", especially the former, which almost everyone had a copy of.

"Brother, is this book really so good?" Xu Guilin finally couldn't help but asked.

The other party gave him a strange look and said leisurely, "Every man thinks it looks good, unless you don't!"

"Fuck me," Xu Guilin almost couldn't hold back the curse word, but soon he was drowned in the complaints of customers.

out of stock!

One thousand five hundred copies were completely sold out.

The calls to the communications department of Oriental Newspaper Company have not stopped since this morning. The landline is so hot that it is almost useless. The operator's voice is hoarse as if he has a high fever or a severe cold, and there is a burning fire in his throat. combustion.

"Boss, we are all here to rush the goods. We have prepared 750,000 copies of the goods, but they were sold out in half a day!"

Qin Huaishi, Minister of Communications and Liaison Department, said excitedly.

Before He Zhou could say anything, an employee immediately came to report, “Boss, something serious has happened!

Those bookstores and pavilions came to buy goods door-to-door, and some even put 5.8 yuan in snakeskin bags, saying they wanted to pay the money and deliver the goods..."

He Zhou was speechless. Where could he have any goods to deliver to them?

"Boss, our market research work was not done well and there were mistakes..." Liu Yiyi immediately took the responsibility on herself.

Facts have proven that the previous market research deviated greatly from the real situation, and the enthusiasm of fans completely exceeded their expectations!

He Zhou waved his hand and said magnanimously: "No one expected that the sales of the two books would be so hot. Now it is not a question of accountability, but a question of delivery of subsequent orders."

"Instruct everyone to go down and have the printing factory start three shifts from today and run at full capacity to print these two sacred books."

"I have a hunch that the local market in Xiangjiang is so hot, there is no reason that Southeast Asia can't open up the situation!".