"Shopkeeper Wu, I am very satisfied with your painter. There is nothing wrong with it. In this way, you have watched the movie. I must be very clear about what it mainly tells. What I ask you now is that Nie Xiaoqian on the left reaches out to cry, and Ning Caichen on the right also reaches out to cry, shouting silently.

The two men's hands were just contacting their knuckles, giving people a sense of pain of having to separate. On the left, the old monster of Black Mountain turned into thousands of sharp branches and wanted to cut off the two men's hands. On the right, the one was full of golden light. Yan Chixia was chanting the curse, and seven long swords fell from the sky, and rushed towards the two men's hands. I don't know whether to cut the two men or grandma's branches.

Just be more hazy and leave more suspense. As for the overall background behind you, just customize the hazy Lanruo Temple, a white mist that forms a contrast, and the introduction behind you is just about to draw this point. Can you accept it?" Yan Yang pondered and told Wu Guang.

The reason for this is that the protagonists of the story are these four. In addition, two people, one demon and one ghost, just like Gui Xiaoqian, are the main line of the entire incident. Through this movie, it is necessary to lay the foundation for humans that not all ghosts are bad people. They all have their own difficulties and cannot be generalized. This is the first step in his cultural dissemination.

Wu Guang quickly outlined the picture that Yan Yang said in his mind. For him who had already watched the movie, it was easier to understand. He could draw without saying a word.

In less than an hour, four characters appeared on the paper. Yan Yang had to praise him for finding the right partner. It was so beautiful, even better than he thought. Without saying a word, he wrote his font again, which was 100% consistent.

Looking at his image of righteousness, Lu Shan was full of excitement. Wu Guang had seen him many times, and every time he was full of worship. As for the corpse leader, he had a sad face. Who made it a villain? But when he thought of Shura King, he was a little lucky.

The Yanyang here has been briefly introduced later, and the beginning is: "The sky is full of frost in ten miles, and the green hair is filled with sorrow. I look at each other in a single moon shape, and I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals..."

Looking at such a beautiful ancient poetry style, Wu Guang became more and more impressed by Yan Yang's literary talent. What kind of person is he?

"Perfect!" Yan Yang couldn't help but exclaim when he looked at such a perfect color-printed leaflet!

"By the way, the back of the leaflet is also painted with a hazy but mysterious Lanruo Temple. Remember that the moon is coming, just in this format, you can recruit more spiritual painters. According to the auction day, I want at least one per ten people to have." Yan Yang said.

"This is still fine. There are a large number of spiritual painters scattered in Linxian City. As long as the price is in place, they will complete the young master's mission day and night." Wu Guang added.

Yan Yang nodded: "Those are not what I have considered."

When Wu Guang heard this, his face suddenly changed: "Young Master misunderstood, I will..."

"Okay, okay!" Yan Yang waved his hand and stopped: "The trailer, flyer has been completed, and there is also the admission ticket. You will send invitations in advance when you hold an auction. The admission ticket is an alternative invitation, but this kind of invitation is charged. I plan to make two styles of admission tickets. The exclusive VIP depends on how many rooms you have like." Yan Yang pointed to the room he was in at the moment and said.

Wu Guang's eyes lit up and he kept nodding and recording.

"As for ordinary people, you can customize them according to these thousands of seats on the first night. Remember, you can't get more or less. Do you know the limited edition? It's limited to distribution. As long as the first group of people watch it, the sensation and invisible publicity it causes will be self-evident.

However, after one month, I need the audience who have watched it to make those who have not watched it unbearable. At that time, the tickets can be sold higher. As for the first batch, each ticket will be set as one hundred spiritual crystals. For VIPs, please do it." Yan Yang added after pondering.

Wu Guang's admiration for Yan Yang was so arrogant that he was more business-minded than him. This is the legendary hunger marketing!

Not to mention the admission ticket price in the VIP area, just the 4,000 ordinary seats under you can earn 400,000 spirit crystals in one night, which is simply terrifying, at least 500,000 spirit crystals.

In the past, there was a commission that he had to smile on his face to get at dozens of auctions, and this was only a one-night price. He believed 100% that an ordinary movie ticket would definitely be hyped up to hundreds or even higher, just because only he owned the exclusive broadcasting rights of "A Chinese Ghost Story" by Vientiane Building, then...

When Wu Guang thought of this, he shivered excitedly, his eyes were scarlet and his breathing was rapid. He seemed to see countless spiritual crystals falling from the sky.

Looking at Wu Guang's gaze at this moment, Yan Yang chuckled and shook his head.

"As a businessman, the rise of an industry will drive a large number of auxiliary industries. I believe you will know this better than me. For example, selling various delicious beverages, sweets and foods at the entrance tickets. After the performance, according to the preferences of the investigators, you can sell clothes with Xiaoqian and their avatars.

Even their costumes in the movie, the wind of imitation will be popular in the entire Linxian City, and even other surrounding cities, as well as storytelling, teahouses, etc. As long as they are named, it will be a big deal, just like Xiaoqian's bathtub, Yan Chixia's golden sword... I didn't expect that, I could only do it!"

Listening to Yan Yang's industries one after another, Wu Guang shivered even more. He never thought about this. It turned out that money could be made like this!

Lu Shan behind him was also scarlet with his eyes. This money was simply profitable. He just hated himself for not being the owner of the auction house. No, he had to find Wu Guang in private. There was a pie falling from the sky, but where he fell, he led the way.

It was not until the afternoon that Yanyang finished explaining what he should have to explain. When he walked out the door, Wu Guang greeted him with a smile. After Yanyang left the door, he was a little tired and had no intention of wandering around. Under the leadership of Lu Shan, he went back to Wang An's residence directly.

When Wang An saw Yan Yang and his party come back, he immediately smiled happily and hurriedly led the way to the extremely clean second-story attic that was packed with clean tidying in the backyard. Not to mention, this place is very elegant. The courtyard is filled with potted plants of various colors. In the center is a big willow tree that has been about fifty years ago. There is actually a stone mill under the tree.

According to Wang An, he used to be a farmer and had no capital when doing business. He collected it bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by uncles and aunts in the village. The stone mill was from the wheat farm in the village. After making money, he kept helping the village get rich little by little. He also bought a few jade stone mills for the village head. The eliminated stone mills were taken back by him and placed in the yard, constantly reminding himself not to forget his roots and lose his nature.
Chapter completed!