What is a dimensionality reduction strike?

It is to use the means manually beyond your own knowledge.

At the beginning of 91, the Iraqi army that invaded Kuwait was attacked by the U.S. military. Saddam Hussein completely miscalculated the situation, and his so-called 'powerful' armored forces were pressed to the ground and ravaged by US air power.

The F-117A 'Nighthawk' stealth fighter made its debut at the head, turning Iraq into a daze with its epoch-making technological superiority. The Iraqi army's command communication and intelligence system has completely failed, and I don't know what is going on even after being beaten?

When Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the private room where he met with the gangster leader, the news was being broadcast on the TV on the first floor of the tea room. Operation Desert Storm is unfolding, and history is playing out before his eyes with images of air strikes captured by war correspondents on the screen.

When the guys in the tea room saw Zhou Qingfeng come out, they were also like Iraqi soldiers facing the US air raid, trembling and not possessing their bodies. They also couldn't figure out what was going on, but they only knew that the street brothers who were arrogant and rampant on the market were planted.

It's inexplicable, and there's no way to fight back.

The horror and weirdness of the planting are completely incomprehensible.

The 'big brothers' arranged their hands and brought guns, and the crowd echoed each other. But all expectations didn't happen, and the matter was over. This scene on this day will be a lifelong shadow for many people, and they will never be able to get rid of it.

But there are two sides to the matter, the 'big brothers' are pouring blood mold, but the citizens of Hong Kong are very happy. There is Zhou Qingfeng Town, and all the horses can't think about it.

20,000 copies of the Super Nirvana comics were delivered on the same day, and soon appeared in the hands of newspaper vendors on the streets. That's not much. Divide it casually, and each stall only has a dozen sales tasks.

Lin Wan and others stayed at the hotel in Central that day and went shopping together at night. At this time, the night view of HK was too shocking for a few people from Tianyang, but the price of HK also constrained them.

The monthly income of many people in Tianyang City is only a few dozen soft sister coins, and the price of a casual meal at a roadside stall is also this price, and the payment is still in Hong Kong dollars. Compared with the current desire for Hong Kong dollars in the mainland, Professor Cheng is very unhappy.

The high-end shopping malls in Central are simply too expensive. A few people are shy, and they are dazzled in shopping malls but they don't dare to ask the price, let alone spend money. Lin Wan, who had been here once, called a taxi and took them to the Tung Choi Street Night Market in Mong Kok.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the night market, Gong Wei pointed to a rented bookstore on the side of the road and exclaimed excitedly: "Ouyang, look." Your books are hanging there and selling. ”

The night market at Tung Choi Street in Mong Kok is also extremely lively, with an endless stream of people. There are many shops selling clothes and hats, as well as a number of food stalls.

There is a bookstore at the entrance of the night market, the door is very narrow, and there are New Year's calligraphy and paintings outside the door. Under the sign of the bookstore, there are wire shelves, and dozens of books are displayed on them. Among them are the first three volumes of 'The Surviving', which have just been printed.

Compared with the complicated title fonts and pretentious content of other local books and magazines, Chow Ching-fung's ultra-nirvana comics can be called realistic style, which is really a breath of fresh air in the industry. Just looking at the cover is unusual, and the exaggerated style of painting is eye-catching.

Several people couldn't help but get closer, even Lin Wan was no exception.

Professor Zheng was surprised and asked, "It was just printed, and it was launched so soon?" ”

Lin Wan hesitated for a while, and guessed: "It may have been airlifted with us, Mr. Zhou does have many means." ”

Just in front of a few people, a tour group of more than 10 people walked into the night market. Listening to the words of the tour guide, it is like a group of foot basin tourists. They wore vests, carried cameras, and fished in in a very orderly manner.

The group of tourists didn't pay much attention to the bustle of the street, and at most raised their cameras to take a few pictures. But someone glanced at the comics hanging in front of the bookstore, and immediately approached, grabbed a copy and began to flip through it.

Under this turn, it is like being struck by lightning!

When it comes to sullenness, who can compare to the footbasin man? can develop games such as "stinky work", "tail line" and "****", and there is no second one in the world.

Although the footbasin tourists who are reading the comics can't read the traditional characters, they look at the picture as if they have met a beloved, their faces are red, their eyes are straight, and they can't stop whispering 'Oh......, Si Guoyi!'" ’

A footbasin visitor came up, and other footbasin tourists flocked to it.

The owner of the bookstore greeted him with a smile, still holding a large cardboard box. As soon as the cardboard box opened, Gong Wei, who was standing nearby, grabbed Ouyang Jun again and shouted, "Ouyang, look, it's the Japanese version." Your work has an international impact. ”

Ouyang Jun smiled wryly, not knowing how to express his current mood. Professor Zheng and Lin Wan were standing next to them, both staring at the group of foot basin tourists in a daze. The latter had already surrounded the night market bookstore.

In the early nineties, the Plaza Accord had just been signed, and the yen had appreciated significantly. Footbasin tourists are really rich now, and they buy most of the whole box of full-color cartoons at once, as if they had found a treasure.

Lin Wan stared at it for a long time and muttered to herself, "Can this thing really be sold?" A book of 100 Hong Kong dollars, they didn't even bargain. ”

Professor Cheng also lamented, "100 Hong Kong dollars is our shipping price, and retail is definitely more expensive. HK's spending power is really enough. ”

Almost every footbasin visitor has a copy, and some even sell all the 'super nirvana' pompous comics released on the market. Some people don't even buy enough sets, but buy a few more sets, ready to take them back as 'souvenirs' and give them away.

With such a tour group of more than a dozen people, the night market bookstore was almost emptied. The bookstore owner sent the tourists away with a smile, and when he turned his head, he grabbed 'Big Brother' and chattered non-stop.

Professor Zheng and the others couldn't understand Cantonese, so Lin Wan whispered beside him: "That boss is in contact with someone and wants to buy another batch of goods." He said that the latest comics are selling very well and have high profits, so they should be printed. ”

"Printing?" Gong Wei was excited, and shook Ouyang Jun's arm vigorously, "Ouyang, the 20,000 copies of the book you created are not enough to sell, and you have to print them, even the footbasin people like it." You're famous, you're famous. ”

Ouyang Jun didn't know whether to cry or laugh. A book in the mainland can sell 20,000 copies, which is already a best-selling author. But this super nirvana series he engaged in really has no face to have this reputation.

He struggled to break free of Gong Wei's hand, and said with a straight face: "What is famous or not?" This is the credit of collective creation, and the result of the labor of our teachers and students of Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts. I can't take this fame. ”

Whoever wants this reputation will take it, and it is not glorious at all.

After saying this, Ouyang Jun secretly thought that if he told his colleagues in the Academy of Fine Arts about the situation he saw tonight, he was afraid that the entire Academy of Fine Arts would be stupid.

Professor Cheng is encouraged by this sales boom. He asked in a low voice, "In whose name are these comics published?" It can't be Tianyang Academy of Fine Arts, right? ”

"Of course not." Ouyang Jun denied it solemnly. This black cauldron is too big, he doesn't even carry it, let alone the Academy of Fine Arts.

"Could it be the Tianyang Printing Factory?" Professor Cheng felt that this matter had to be clarified. It's good to make money, but this reputation is still not sensitive.

Gong Wei shook his head, "The printing house doesn't have any logo of its own factory, so they don't have the guts." The factory has issued a ban order, and whoever dares to talk nonsense will be directly expelled and sent to the police station. ”

"Who the hell is that?" Professor Zheng asked, "There must always be a name for external sales and publicity." ”

Lin Wan's face sank, "Not long ago, I saw that the president sneakily designed a vulgar and obscene logo. At the time, I thought what was he going to do with that thing? Now I understand. ”

Several people watched it together.

Lin Wan whispered: "The logo is a girl in a short skirt, and a light passes under the skirt. The name is 'Holy Light'. ”

It's over, the name of your own company!

President, your heart is too big.

I can't wash it when I jump into the Yellow River, and everyone carries the black pot together.