The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 7 200 Fans 200 Million Special Effects
The model shop is not far from home.

Yue Wenxuan arrived at the place quickly. As soon as he entered, he saw the boss waving and smiling at him: "Hey, old customer, you're here. What would you like to buy today? I just got a batch of new figures, including May from "Star Railroad" and Homa Walnut from "Genshin Impact"..."

The boss's name is Cai Xinzi, who looks to be about 40 years old. He is a middle-aged fat man with a face that looks like a profiteer. However, he is actually very fair in doing business and can be said to be honest and trustworthy.

Yue Wenxuan smiled and said, "I'm not going to buy those today. I'm going to buy the 'Grain Harvest Miniature Ornaments'."

"what?"

Cai Xinzi was stunned for a moment: "I remember you bought a set, why do you want more?"

Yue Wenxuan: "I want to feel the joy of the harvest more."

Cai Xinzi was at a loss for words: "Okay, okay, I'll go look for it... Oh, I don't even remember where I threw this thing away."

The mini grain harvest ornaments are typical unpopular ornaments. Not many people like them. Most model enthusiasts either like to buy military models or character figures from various anime and games.

Only those who are very curious would be interested in five plastic food bags.

Cai Xinzi searched the warehouse for a long time, then took out a tattered paper box and placed it in front of Yue Wenxuan: "Look, I bought a box of fifty sets, and after selling them for a few years, there were still forty-nine sets left. You were the only one who bought one, so I remember it very clearly."

Yue Wenxuan smiled.

Cai Xinzi casually took a set out of the box and put it in Yue Wenxuan's hand: "Sheng Hui, 9.9 yuan."

Yue Wenxuan: "Who are you looking down on? When did I say I only wanted one set? I want all the remaining 49 sets."

Cai Xinzi froze. "What? What did you say?"

Yue Wenxuan: "I want them all!"

Cai Xinzi reached out and touched Yue Wenxuan's forehead: "You don't have a fever."

Yue Wenxuan: "Hey, what's wrong with you, the boss? You don't do business when you have one, and you complain about old customers."

Cai Xinzi smiled: "It's because you are an old customer that I am thinking about you. If it was a new customer, I would hope that he would buy everything."

This sounded quite conscientious. Yue Wenxuan smiled and said, "So you also know that no one likes this thing. Well, I'll help you buy out all the goods, so you have to give me a discount."

Cai Xinzi: "Then let's say you charge 5 yuan per set, and the remaining 245 sets will cost you 240 yuan in total. Oh, that's a complicated number, just calculate it as ."

When Yue Wenxuan heard this number, he couldn't help but glance at the balance on his phone.

His short videos have never been popular, and he has basically made no money. He has always relied on his parents for financial support, so 240 yuan is a considerable expense for him. He originally wanted to ask Cai Xinzi to help him find manufacturers to order more goods, but now he dare not ask easily.

After paying the money, he walked out of the door with forty-nine sets of harvest ornaments, thinking and calculating in his mind that 5 yuan could be exchanged for five or six hundred kilograms of food, and five or six hundred kilograms of food was only enough to feed five or six hundred soldiers for one day.

Fighting the Jin would require an army of tens of thousands. Furthermore, the chaos at the end of the Song Dynasty had severely damaged productivity in Shandong, leaving the people in dire straits. Perhaps even large numbers of them would need food aid.

Unless he is heartless enough to watch the person die, he will go bankrupt soon.

This won't work. It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. I have to guide the rebels to grow their own food. At the same time, I have to work hard to make money so that I can buy more plastic toys to use in critical moments.

Sitting in the taxi on the way home, Yue Wenxuan's thoughts were in turmoil.

make money!

Gotta make a lot of money!
He doesn't know any other way to make money, he can only make short videos, but he is struggling to find a topic that will go viral...

Wait! Something suddenly occurred to him, and he quickly took out his phone and opened the recently filmed video of "Guan Erye vs. Jin Bing".

What appeared in the video was a very funny scene. Guan Erye, made of plastic, was waving a big sword and fighting with nearly a hundred plastic Jin soldiers. A head flew off with each sword, and red medicine flowed all over the ground.

"Hey! This video is interesting."

A light bulb lit up in Yue Wenxuan's head, and he quickly processed the video, applied a color filter with a heavy historical feel, added a few five-cent special effects, and gave it a title: "Plastic Guan Gong Defeats Jin Soldiers".

I'll just write this random introduction: "During the Jingkang period, the Jin army invaded the Song Dynasty. The Guan Yu, enshrined in the Temple of Martial Arts, came back to life and chased the Jin soldiers with a fierce chopping attack."

Done, upload!
He wasn't afraid of anyone noticing anything. After all, anyone who saw the video would think it was a special effect. No one would think these plastic figures were fighting during the Jingkang era, would they? If anyone did think that, they'd have had their head pinched by a door.

The taxi continued to rush home. By the time Yue Wenxuan got out, someone had already commented on the video he had just posted...

I am an old fan who has been following him for a long time.

His previous videos were all over the place, with no theme, and he had touched upon all walks of life. Although he never became popular, he had 200 fans, and most of these fans would not comment.

But this time, a fan named Wu Jianxia showed up in the video that had just been released.

Wu Jianxia: "Are you kidding me? You only have 200 fans, and you dare to spend 200 million on special effects? You'll lose money."

Yue Wenxuan replied: "Thank you for your support, please give me a thumbs up."

Wu Jianxia replied: "I not only want to like it, but also forward it everywhere."

Yue Wenxuan was delighted: "Thank you very much."

His mood suddenly improved, and Yue Wenxuan vaguely felt that this video might become popular.

Go upstairs and return home.

There was someone in the living room at home. My parents came.

Dad was sitting on the sofa in the living room, browsing his phone. When he saw him push the door in, he just nodded.

Mom came out of the kitchen, a spatula in her hand. "Little one, you're back? We came to cook for you again today. We have your favorite braised pork."

After graduating from college, his parents bought him a house and he moved out to become independent. However, his parents were obviously worried about him being their only son and often came over to cook dinner for him.

Yue Wenxuan was delighted: "The braised pork is delicious."

Mom waved the spatula and said, "Do you have any money left? If you don't have enough, I'll give you some more."

The dad on the sofa couldn't help but speak up: "He keeps giving and giving, but you're the one who spoiled him. He doesn't need money, so he doesn't go out to find a job. He just wastes his time playing with short videos all day. In my opinion, we have to cut off his source of income to force him to do some serious work."

My mother was furious: "What nonsense! Jobs are so hard to find these days! Even if my child works hard, he can only find a job that pays 3,000 yuan, which is less than a third of my pension. What's the point? Why not make some short videos and try your luck? What if they really become popular?"

Yue Wenxuan was born when his mother was 35 years old. When he graduated from college, his mother had already retired with a very generous pension. In her opinion, instead of letting her son work like a slave to earn a mere yuan, it would be better for her to use some of her pension to support her son and prevent her precious son from going out to suffer humiliation.

After scolding her husband, she turned to her son, the scowl on her face instantly turning into a smile. "Little son, why don't I just give you 500,000 yuan as an investment? Go hire a few actors and make a short play. There's a short play called 'Trump Falls in Love with Me, the Cleaning Lady in the White House' recently. It's so good. You should make a play like that too. It's sure to make money!"

Yue Wenxuan gasped: "Mom...you..."

Dad broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "You can give me some pocket money, but let's not film this skit."

(End of this chapter)