Wu Siying said: "It should be worth some money, let's see what Brother Yu says."

In the office building of Xijing Business School.

Principal Cheng Dongben turned off the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

At this time, the supplier and customer who came had just left.

He subconsciously took out his cell phone.

After thinking about it, I was curious about how Yang Zhengyu ended up picking up the leak.

So he turned on his phone again and entered Yang Zhengyu's live broadcast room.

Open the live broadcast app, and Yang Zhengyu’s live broadcast room is on the homepage of the system again.

"It hasn't been broadcast yet." Cheng Dong entered the live broadcast room.

Yang Zhengyu is introducing the newspaper at this time.

"Newspaper? Didn't he buy a painting? How come he bought it as a newspaper?" Cheng Dong was a little curious.

So he typed and asked: "Where is the painting I bought?"

Someone in the live broadcast room quickly replied to him, "Why should I buy paintings? Buying paintings is just a pretense, what I really buy is newspapers."

Cheng Dong was stunned for a moment, and then he murmured: "So what I bought was a newspaper. I'll go and declare it? This is a good thing."

A small steel processing factory near the suburbs of Xijing City.

There is overwhelming noise in the factory area.

The dust rose all the way to the second floor of the office building.

The second floor is the top floor of this office building.

The midday sun in summer is about to bake the small house.

In the room, an old air conditioner roared like a broken voice.

He Cong is sitting in front of an old desktop computer.

There was a video playing on the computer desktop.

At this moment, all he could think about was watching Yang Zhengyu’s live broadcast.

He Cong was stunned when he heard Yang Zhengyu tell the price of the newspaper.

"It's impossible!" He confirmed repeatedly.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room made a sea of ​​comments.

"More than 700,000!!!" He Cong looked out the window in disbelief.

The roar of the machines outside went straight to his head.

Their family runs this small factory and is very busy and exhausted.

His father lived in the factory to keep costs down, tearing a piece of toilet paper in half and using it.

The net profit is only 5 million yuan a year.

This Yang Zhengyu can earn so much by just using his hands!

He Cong said angrily: "This is impossible!"
Chapter completed!