Chapter 145: I'm sorry

Hearing the young man's foul mouth, the young man nodded in agreement, but the others didn't care about the young man anymore and showed shock.

100 million? That's 100 million Hong Kong dollars!

You must know that in Hong Kong now, in the past 83 years, there are not many millionaires, or even multimillionaires, but billionaires can definitely become among the first-class billionaires in Hong Kong.

What's more, even if you don't like the people who are there with Guan Moyu, you definitely know about it, after all, there are reports on him in the newspaper every day, and it has not been interrupted for half a year.

opened a small restaurant at home, when he was a child, he even joined the club for his family, became an old boy, and was dropped out of school this year, and then began to get involved in the entertainment industry, earning 100 million yuan in a year.

After a while, everyone in the teahouse came to their senses, and they couldn't care about it anymore, and they started talking about it.

"Holy! This kid is simply not human, sixteen years old, and he is only seventeen years old after the New Year, and he has a net worth of hundreds of millions, this "A middle-aged uncle was dumbfounded, and in the end, he really couldn't say anything, only showing a shocked expression.

"It's amazing, it's worthy of my family's Mo Yu, it's amazing." A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who came with her family blushed with excitement and said excitedly.

"It can't be a lie, right? Earn 100 million a year? And it's self-made, I always feel like I'm listening to heavenly books? A twenty-three- or four-year-old young man looked skeptical.

"I agree, I don't believe it either, I believe it, but 100 million Hong Kong dollars, it's too fake, this won't be hype, right? Isn't it all like this in the entertainment industry? A wealthy man in his forties nodded.

"It's not like a fake, after all, Ming Pao is also a newspaper with a head and a face, and it is impossible for them to destroy the Great Wall and not want their own credibility." A man in a suit spoke.

Hearing this, an old man in his sixties, who exuded the aura of a superior person, nodded and said, "Yes, since Ming Pao has reported it, then even if Guan Moyu earns 100 million, 50 million will definitely be there." ”

Listening to everyone's discussion, Guan Moyu, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help frowning, he didn't calculate his income carefully, but there was also a number, absolutely not 100 million.

Of course, if "God of Gamblers" is released in Southeast Asia, after it is sold, 100 million is not a problem, but it is indeed unlikely now.

There was no 100 million, but Ming Pao reported 100 million, which always made Guan Moyu feel a smell of conspiracy, as if he had been calculated.

Seeing Guan Moyu frowning, Zhang Ya, who listened with relish, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, it's just that I'm a little uncomfortable when I hear so much talk about myself." Guan Moyu said with a smile, and did not say what he thought in his heart.

First, this is just a feeling for him, and he can't do it accurately, and secondly, for other people's calculations, he has always believed in water to cover the earth, and soldiers to block, not too worried, on the contrary, even some expectations, and he doesn't want to destroy Zhang Ya's good mood.

After seeing that Guan Moyu was really fine, Zhang Ya continued to hold the tea, but a pair of crystal ears were pricked up, listening carefully to the surrounding discussions, showing a happy smile from time to time, of course, there are times when she is unhappy, just like a child, happy and unhappy because others praise or slander her.

Putting away the thoughts in his heart, looking at Zhang Ya in front of him who frowned, pouted, and smiled from time to time, Guan Moyu couldn't help but show a warm smile.

After a man is successful, he can have a woman happy for him, so why should he be praised by others, this one person is enough.

At this time, the young man who was forgotten by everyone took the newspaper handed over by his wife, got up and said with a smile: "Regarding Guan Moyu's belief income, it is written on it." ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, stopped talking, and turned their heads to look at the young man.

Looking at everyone's eyes, the young man suddenly had a feeling of being in the limelight, this feeling made him obsessed, and the unhappiness in his heart for Guan Moyu suddenly decreased a lot at this time.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he pretended to 'cough--' coughed a few times, and then solemnly recited, that seriousness was dozens of times more attentive than being named by the teacher when he was in school.

If I had this intention, I would definitely not be just a white-collar worker now, but become a boss.

While reading the newspaper, the young man couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

""The Legend of Wukong" and "Zhu Xian" didn't make much money because they sold the publishing rights, and they all invested in "God of Gamblers", and "Tuner" is not profitable, only famous, as for the comic industry, although it also makes a lot of money, but because the time is too short, it is not much."

"However, the publication of "Tomb of the Gods" and "Transformers", the author's income alone is not less than 10 million, and in addition to the fact that Tianxia Newspaper is controlled by Guan Moyu, for most of the past six months, the income is not comparable to that of the two novels."

"Coupled with the "God of Gamblers", which is now being screened, Guan Moyu's annual income of hundreds of millions is definitely not empty words, but facts."

Hearing what the young man said, everyone present showed amazement again, and they may have been a little skeptical before, but now after listening to it, they all believed it.

In the past, everyone only regarded Guan Moyu as a famous director, a popular star, a first-class screenwriter, a best-selling novelist, and a top cartoonist, but they forgot that he also had a newspaper and an entertainment company in his hands.

Kwan Moyu is not only a 16-year-old all-round genius, but also controls two first-class companies, and his annual income of 100 million Hong Kong dollars is not impossible.

Seeing that everyone stopped talking, Zhang Ya also withdrew her attention, but the smile on her face was still the same, and she looked up at Guan Moyu and said: "Recently, film companies from Taiwan, Japan and other places have come to the company many times, and the price is almost the same, do you want to sell it?" ”

After pondering for a moment, Guan Moyu immediately raised his head and said, "You have an idea, if the price is right, sell it."

"Okay." Zhang Ya nodded in response.

Although the atmosphere was not as enthusiastic as it was at the beginning, the conversation was still endless, completely destroying the purity of the old tea.

After sitting for another ten minutes, Guan Moyu and the others got up and left.

Walking to the young man's side, Guan Moyu couldn't help but pause, then walked to the young man's side, patted the other party's shoulder, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry." ”

Youth: ""

Young Woman: ""

After speaking, Guan Moyu ignored the couple who were a little stunned, and walked out of the teahouse with his legs raised.