1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 20 Official business
During the construction and development of Hong Kong, in order to maintain the beauty of the city, the power and communication systems were basically built underground.

So when Zhai Yuan printed a stack of psoriasis advertisements and walked out of the printing shop full of confidence, ready to get to work, he suddenly found that there was almost no place to post the advertisements.

How can I be such a big telephone pole?!
Zhai Yuan looked around and realized that he had not paid attention to the details in this regard in the past few days.

"Pick! Luckily I made two preparations!"

After temporarily putting the advertising paper into his schoolbag, he took out a stack of playing card-sized cards with photos of various beautiful girls printed on them.

However, regardless of whether the key parts of the beautiful girl in the photo were exposed or not, they were all covered with eye-catching red letters, and the key information of three yuan a ticket was marked, and the specific address was written in bold in the blank space below.

The main theme is a woman holding the lute with her face half covered, not giving anyone a chance to get it for free.

I have to say that Xu Jiahao has a good eye for choosing girlfriends, and they are basically all Japanese girls. The printed cards can be described in four words: breathtaking.

In 82, Hong Kong's erotic films were still in their infancy, but Japan's development in this area had already reached the world-leading T0 version.

Veteran artists such as Akasaka Rei, Hara Etsuko, Tanaka Mari, and Katsuragi Mayako are in their prime at this time.

Clutching a playing card, Zhai Yuan walked around the school gate and stopped a few familiar faces.

"Brother Yuan, what's the matter?"

"Brother, do you want to watch a movie?"

After a few simple exchanges, Zhai Yuan hired them to distribute flyers everywhere in exchange for a free movie.

Locations include but are not limited to night theaters, game halls, billiard rooms, etc.

The next step is to wait for the advertisement to ferment.

Throwing his schoolbag over his shoulder, Zhai Yuan walked quickly towards the video hall. Liang Zhichao had already selected the new films, so he had to quickly notify him to greet customers at the fake address he provided.

It was still dark when we arrived downstairs of the housing estate.

Zhai Yuan went up to the third floor and heard the sound of fighting in the corridor.

"Brother Yuan, you are here."

Liang Zhichao had placed a table at the entrance of the video room. He was looking at the TV screen in the room through the window. He saw Zhai Yuan out of the corner of his eye and stood up to greet him.

Zhai Yuan walked closer and took a look at the environment in the room. The upper and lower bunks of the eight steel-frame beds were all crowded with people. Some people were standing against the wall, staring intently at the images on the screen.

He was very familiar with the movie playing on TV, it was "The Prodigal Son" starring Lin Zhenying and Yuan Biao.

"Are you kidding me? There are so many people buying tickets for martial arts movies?"

"How can such a good thing happen? There are only about a dozen guests who paid for tickets, and the rest are just neighbors."

Liang Zhichao explained to Zhai Yuan: "I was worried that the noise during the midnight show would be too loud and disturb the neighbors, so I discussed with them that as long as there were empty seats, the neighbors on this floor could watch the movie for free, but they would have to vacate their seats when guests came."

Zhai Yuan nodded and praised him, "Not bad, you have made progress."

Liang Zhichao chuckled, opened the schoolbag he had been holding in his arms, and took out a handful of change from it: "Brother Yuan, this is the turnover so far, a total of ninety-six yuan. I asked my cousin to take care of the other video hall. He hasn't found a job yet, so Brother Yuan, you can just give him some money when the time comes."

Zhai Yuan hummed, but did not take the money. He said, "Put it away first, and we'll settle it after the night show tonight."

The daytime shows in video halls were just like they are now, showing serious movies, and at night they would change the tapes and show hormone-stimulating movies.

The prices of the two videotapes are different. The colorless one is 90 yuan, and the colored one is sold for 100 to 110 yuan depending on its scarcity.

Therefore, as a conscientious businessman, Zhai Yuan also made corresponding adjustments in pricing. The daytime ticket price is two yuan, and the night ticket price is three yuan. He was determined not to deceive consumers.

"Now there is something else for you to do."

After briefly telling Liang Zhichao about distributing advertising leaflets, Zhai Yuan asked him to pick up customers at the designated location.

"Okay, I'll go now."

Liang Zhichao didn't ask any more questions. He obeyed Zhai Yuan's words. The two video halls made hundreds of yuan in just one morning, and this was when they were not full.

In time, it will be no problem for Brother Yuan to drive a Bentley, so as the leader of the Mazda team, I should be able to drive a Mazda, right?

Taking the schoolbag that Liang Zhichao stuffed into his pocket, Zhai Yuan watched him run down the stairs briskly, and rushed out of the housing estate in two or three steps. He couldn't help but sigh:
He has to be a young man, and he will really buy into it if you draw a pie in the sky for him!
Zhai Yuan sat in the corridor and watched the movie playing in the meeting room. The movie was nearing its end and Liang Zan, played by Yuan Biao, was preparing for the ultimate battle with the young prince Ni Fei.

"It's about time to change the tape."

Zhai Yuan opened Liang Zhichao's schoolbag, checked it, and looked through the boxes of videotapes inside.

Although there is no poster image on the videotape, you can roughly guess the content based on the title on the label.

For example, this box of "A Romantic History of an Empress" is worth one hundred and ten yuan just by the name.

The label also shows the name of the distributor, a company in Taiwan called Red Sheep Productions.

In Zhai Yuan's impression, Taiwan does not seem to have any outstanding films in this regard, and most of them are shoddy products with DV quality.

"If video parlors make money, sooner or later someone will be jealous and follow suit. The competitiveness of this industry, apart from ticket prices, is the quality of the films. We have to enter the high-end market before those who follow suit appear."

It's not that he didn't consider importing a batch of high-quality Japanese movies as inventory, but the language barrier was the biggest problem.

Nowadays, the literacy rate of those who can enter the video hall is mostly lower than that of elementary school students, and they cannot understand it even if the subtitles are displayed.

"Boss, change the belt!"

Just as Zhai Yuan was making plans for long-term development, a shout was heard in the video room.

The end credits of the movie The Prodigal Son had already started playing, and several viewers in the lower bunk beds walked to the door and asked him to play a new movie.

"Today, Cheap Neighbors will show you a box of late-night movies in advance. They're spicy and steamy enough, and the ticket price is still two dollars!"

Zhai Yuan took the box of "A Romantic History of an Empress" and several customers who were about to leave turned back and lined up to pay with anticipation on their faces.

At this moment, Liang Zhichao also rushed back, followed by seven or eight guests.

"Brother Yuan, you take care of them first. I'll go pick up the second group of guests!"

Liang Zhichao didn't even go upstairs. He shouted to Zhai Yuan and then ran out of the housing estate, like a dedicated model worker.

Zhai Yuan sat on a chair with a big horse and a golden sword, collecting money from everyone and letting them pass.

"Wait! How old are you?"

After receiving half of the money, a chubby little hand holding a few coins was stretched out in front of Zhai Yuan.

Zhai Yuan looked up and saw a chubby boy who was probably still in elementary school standing in front of him.

"Ten years old." The little fat boy answered honestly.

"Go away, go away. No one under the age of eighteen is allowed to enter!" Zhai Yuan waved his hand to drive them away.

"Boss, I'm eighteen years old."

Behind the fat boy, a boy who was obviously a head shorter than him said without changing his expression.

Zhai Yuan felt that there must be something wrong with Hong Kong’s education system. How could they teach children to lie?

He felt that he needed to discipline this elementary school kid on behalf of the school and the parents.

"Tell me the truth, how old are you?"

“…Eight years old.”

Zhai Yuan slammed the table, stood up and called to the fat boy who was about to leave: "Wait a minute, the ten-year-old. You and him together are eighteen years old, right? Pay the money and go in!"

(End of this chapter)