instant noodle richest man

"Your animation is great. I'll prepare the schedule for you. We will start broadcasting next week!" After the review meeting, Director He performed much more excited than Jia Yapeng, and announced directly to Jia Yapeng on the spot.

"I'm afraid this won't work..." Jia Yapeng smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, I only have 10 episodes now, and there is no more episodes. How will I broadcast it next week?"

"Didn't you have ten episodes two months ago?" Director He was shocked.

"Actually, I didn't have a single episode at that time. If I had to say anything, it would be all in my head!" Jia Yapeng said.

"In two months, you have done these ten episodes!" Director He was so surprised that his face was about to fall off. This speed had completely surpassed Director He's cognitive scope.

"Okay, what are you going to do?" Director He asked helplessly.

"It will be the first broadcast in three months. I should be able to make 15 episodes at that time, but I can't broadcast one episode a day at that time. Can I watch it? Only one episode a day on Saturdays and Sundays!" Jia Yapeng said.

"Only two episodes are played in a week? Will this make people feel intermittent? It's not satisfying!" Director He asked with some concern.

"Absolutely, and this can block some parents' mouths. Our animation will only be broadcast on Saturdays and Sundays, and it is entirely considered for the children's learning!" Jia Yapeng said with a smile, "Besides, Fusang can broadcast an episode a week, and our speed is already twice as fast as others!"

Jia Yapeng didn't know how much resentment he said would give to the children in the future.

"My surname is He, I want to return the goods. Get out of me, I want to return the goods!" A fat middle-aged woman with a pockmarked face cursed outside a dark, narrow and dilapidated small house in the capital of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province.

"Hello, why do you want to return the goods?" He Xigua hurriedly came out of the store and asked with a smile. He remembered this woman. This was a store he had finally developed. She just sent two boxes of noodles the day before yesterday, so why did she come to return it today?

"You are so embarrassed to say that no one bought this thing at all. I only sold one pack in two days. You will return it to me, and you will return it to me now, and you will also return it to me for my ticket money!!" The middle-aged woman cursed angrily.

"Sister, you have only sold it for two days, so you can't say it. Otherwise, you can sell it for a few more days?" He Xigua said with a smile.

"You shameless..." The next second, the middle-aged woman pointed at He Xigua's nose and cursed wildly. From He Xigua, she cursed He Xigua's eighteen generations of ancestors. Soon everyone on the street began to watch He Xigua.

"I'll return it! I'll give you a refund now!" He Xigua was so scolded that she was sweating profusely. She could only take back two boxes of noodles and then return the 11.7 to the middle-aged woman.

"There is not enough money! I'll send you, the rag to your doorstep, don't take the bus? You'll refund the ticket to me 20 cents!" the middle-aged woman said angrily.

"But, your store is only one stop away. Do you want to take the bus?" He Xigua said.

"Nonsense, I just came on the bus. Do you withdraw? If you don't withdraw, I will sue you. I will let you bully us honest people!!" Seeing that the middle-aged woman was about to curse again, He Xigua could only make up for her 20 cents ticket, and she left cursed and the excitement was over.

"Boss, we will be done if we continue like this!" When the middle-aged woman had left, a guy with a charcoal face said beside He Xigua.

It’s not that this guy looks black, but that his expression is as dark as charcoal.

He is actually Yuzhang City. He Xigua specially brought it to help him from Yuzhang City, and hired it for a full salary of 150 yuan a month.

Originally, He Xigua felt that she would be able to sell a world if she was guarding a huge Jiangsu and Zhejiang province.

But the reality is cruel. In this huge Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, He Xigua has no relatives and no connections at all. After three months, the market in the provincial capital has not been completely opened, and only a total of less than 2,000 boxes of goods have been left.

This is the result of He Xigua almost having stomach perforation after drinking it.

You should know that even in Jiujiang City, a prefecture-level city, He Xigua can still carry a full 5,000 boxes of crisp noodles a month. The sales of this province is not as good as the sales of a prefecture-level city in Xijiang Province, which makes He Xigua and others almost unable to support it.

2,000 boxes of goods are sold, which is 2,000 yuan. However, He Xigua has to rent a house in the provincial capital city and recruit people, and build a network in other provinces and cities in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province. He Xigua's monthly expenses exceed 5,000 yuan, and the expenses of 20,000 yuan in three months are indispensable.

As a result, He Xigua not only spent all the money he had earned in Jiujiang before, but also asked her family that she had borrowed another 10,000 yuan. But now, the 10,000 yuan has been spent, and you can't even pay a penny for He Xigua.

Even the workers' wages were only paid for one month. The helper who was brought from Yuzhang City was still a relative of him, but now it is obvious that he has revealed his thoughts and ideas to retreat.

"Brother Xigua, I heard that the general agents of Dongguang and Sichuan provinces have given up. They have returned all the goods and returned to the prefecture-level cities in Xijiang as agents. They said that a province is not as good as a prefecture-level city, and even a county makes more money, but the expenses are more than ten times higher. Only fools can represent a province!" Liu Nianqing, who was standing beside him, said in a low voice.

"But I heard that Miss Dongmingzhu from Sujiang Province sold 20,000 boxes last month, 10 times ours. Is this true?" He Xigua licked her lips and said.

"It seems to be true, but Dongmingzhu is a civil servant, and Sujiang Province is rich, so we can't compare!" Liu Nianqing said.

"But I also heard that the agency rights in the entire north were taken away by one person, and all the 50,000 boxes of noodles in the factory were left in one day!" He Xigua said again.

"I heard that the person in the north is a second generation, and he is still a fool. Although he ordered 50,000 boxes of goods, the entire northern market did not even sell 3,000 boxes. He lost even worse!" Liu Nianqing sighed.

"Enough!" He Xigua slapped the desktop hard. "The company came to inform me yesterday. The company has invested a lot of money to make cartoons and will be broadcast on the entire CCTV tomorrow. Our business will get better soon!"

"This is the most nonsense!" Liu Nianqing snorted coldly, "I heard that the cartoon company has invested a total of 1 million yuan this time, and some of them were borrowed from the bank with the company mortgage. I think our boss is really crazy. How great is he using 1 million to advertise? What kind of cartoons are he going to do?"

"This money is completely wasted. What can a cartoon have to do with our simple noodles?" Liu Nianqing said angrily. He Xigua wanted to say something, but she was unable to speak. In fact, he couldn't understand why the company used this money to make cartoons? It wouldn't be possible to generate electricity with love!

"Look! Look!" He Xigua finally said in a low voice, no one knows what he was looking at.

"Brother, we two agreed that if you miscalculate the animation this time, I will return it all!" At this time, Chen Liren grinned and said to Jia Yapeng.

Chen Liren is said to have used all his assets to purchase 50,000 boxes, and used his own connections to deliver the goods directly to many convenience stores within the school, just waiting to get rich.

But after two months, he had just sold 3,000 boxes. This result made Chen Liren's expression ache, and he even began to doubt his business talent.

So Chen Liren is really shaken in his heart now. If the animation fails this time, he plans to stop early. Anyway, Jia Yapeng promises to return the goods in full and does not charge transportation fees. At most, he will lose some favors.

"Okay, if the animation is defeated, you can still return it. If I lose, I can only find a rope to hang it. I am not in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry?" Jia Yapeng rolled his eyes to Chen Liren. At this time, a screen of a clock appeared on the TV. This was CCTV's hourly time. As the second hand sounded, it would soon be 6 pm.

This time is the time when CCTV's evening animation program "Kuagram" is broadcast. According to the plan, starting from tonight, the animation "The Legend of the War of the Heroes" will be broadcast on Saturdays and weekends.

Chen Liren’s expectations, all the dealers’ expectations, and Jia Yapeng’s future all fell on the opening of this animation.