Korean comic: Chaebol dominates South Korea and hosts Aunt Meijing

After a night of intimate communication.

Su Mingyu came to Zero Group near noon the next day.

Back in the office, Mou Yunzhen stared at Su Mingyu with a half-smile and sighed faintly.

"Hey! Little bastard, do you still have energy today?"

Su Mingyu rolled his eyes at Mou Yunzhen unhappily after hearing this.

"Your energy is great! If you don't believe me, try it tonight?"

Mu Yunzhen couldn't stop laughing after hearing this.

"Hehe, little bastard, you'd better do as you said..."

Su Mingyu glanced at Mou Yunzhen unhappily.

"Have you made a marketing plan?"

Mu Yunzhen handed a document to Su Mingyu.

After reading it, Su Mingyu nodded slightly.

"The plan is quite professional, and the general direction is indeed correct. We will first launch a part of the trial packs of this batch of products and give them to some celebrities or people who work in radio-related fields."

Mou Yunzhen nodded.

"Okay, I will add this point to the plan later."

"In addition, do we have a certain number of loyal fans now?"

"Yes, we already have a certain number of fans, so what do you want to do?"

Su Mingyu tapped the table with his fingertips.

"Draw a certain number of fans and launch our trial packs as souvenirs for them at the same time as the 973 press conference, but this matter must be preheated in the media in advance, and the momentum must be large."

Looking at the more pertinent suggestions made by Su Mingyu, Mou Yunzhen looked at Su Mingyu with a pair of beautiful eyes smiling.

"I really don't know what your brain is like, little bastard? How can you put so many things in your head!"

Su Mingyu smiled slightly.

"Don't doubt it, I'm a genius!"

Mou Yunzhen rolled her eyes wildly and rolled her eyes at Su Mingyu in annoyance.

"I believed your lies!"

After saying that, Mou Yunzhen walked in front of Su Mingyu, hooked her arms around Su Mingyu's neck, stood on tiptoes, and pecked him gently on the side of his face.

"Little bastard, you must come to my house tonight, understand?"

Looking at Mou Yunzhen's expression that seemed to want to eat him alive, Su Mingyu nodded.

"I understand!"

Mou Yunzhen smiled faintly.

"You little bastard are sensible!"

After saying that, Mou Yunzhen turned and left.

Looking at Mou Yunzhen's back, Su Mingyu smiled and shook his head.

Now (bibh) EA Beauty has been on the right track.

If nothing unexpected happens, the cute bar and the parent-child restaurant will also leave Korea and go global.

Now the Korean market is completely unable to satisfy Su Mingyu's ambitions.

Su Mingyu touched his chin and began to consider whether he should create some panic for those guys in the West.

He can nowThe system mall exchanged for the five-nanometer chip blueprint.

You should know that this five-nanometer chip is a product of the 20th century.

If he launches it now, I'm afraid the Eagle Sauce will never be able to sit still again.

Alerting the snake!

Whether to do this is indeed a question worth thinking about.

After thinking about it, Su Mingyu's eyes flashed with a trace of determination.

"I can't be led by those guys all the time. Now I must show the world my research and development capabilities."

Thinking of this, Su Mingyu used 2 billion Dragon Country currency to directly exchange for the five-nanometer chip blueprint.

Of course, Su Mingyu also exchanged the corresponding lithography machine and a series of equipment production lines. (To read the exciting novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Just this exchange consumed nearly 30 billion Dragon Country currency for Su Mingyu.

Fortunately, Su Mingyu has his own arms business as support, otherwise, he might not be able to bear it simply by relying on the system, a bottomless pit that eats money.

Now Su Mingyu has everything ready, only the east wind is missing.

After exchanging all this, Su Mingyu called 007.

"Remember, the chip manufacturing plant is the top priority, and it must be strictly guarded. Only our own people are allowed to enter here. If other outsiders approach the chip manufacturing base, they will be shot on the spot within 100 meters." Su Mingyu said solemnly. []

After listening to Su Mingyu's words, 007 nodded heavily.

"Understood."

Except for chips.

If you want to manufacture smart devices, whether it is battery accessories or circuit boards, these need to be exchanged from the system.

After all, this is a technology that has been leading for decades. According to the current research capabilities, if you spend money regardless of the cost, it may be suitable for military use, but it is absolutely impossible to reduce costs and achieve civilian use.

Su Mingyu opened the system again.

He directly selected a mobile phone as a template, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and spent another 50 billion Dragon Country coins.

These 50 billion Dragon Country coins include the design drawings of the mobile phone, circuit boards, and production equipment production lines.

Spending money is indeed addictive!

In less than an hour, Su Mingyu had burned 80 billion Dragon Country coins.

Then he turned his attention to the legion.

Since he had invested a lot of money, security was naturally the top priority.

Su Mingyu spent another 20 billion to exchange for 100,000 dead soldiers.

After doing all this, Su Mingyu spent a full 100 billion Dragon Country coins in just one day.

With so much money spent, the effect was naturally very significant.

But what Su Mingyu never expected was that the cost of making a mobile phone was so low.

If we add the many black slaves that he captured in Heizhou and made them work for him for free, minus the labor costs, plus the high-efficiency solar power that Su Mingyu had exchanged before, to maintain the operation of the factory, and the self-produced and self-soldMinerals, if a mobile phone is priced at 5,000 dragon coins, he can conservatively estimate that he can earn more than 4,300 dragon coins.

Of course, this is based on the premise that all the above mentioned things are removed from the middlemen to make a profit.

Su Mingyu lit a cigarette.

The great era that belongs to him is coming.

Dong Dong Dong...

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The office door was slowly pushed open.

Zhao Meijing walked in wearing a purple suspender dress, a white knitted short shirt on her shoulders, and a pair of black patent leather shiny high-heeled sandals.

Zhao Meijing's complexion seemed to be pretty good, and she should have come out of the bad news of Zhang Guoxing's death.

Zhao Meijing walked in front of Su Mingyu.

"Mingyu, do you have time tonight?"

Su Mingyu rubbed his temples and coughed softly.

"No time tonight, but I have time now!"

Zhao Meijing's pretty face turned slightly red.

Su Mingyu walked to the door and locked the office door.

"Little bastard! This is your office!".