Rebirth Of The Godly Prodigal

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Chapter 161: COSPLAY

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Liu Mingxin thought to himself. I'd be a fool to believe you! I still remember how Mingcheng's Turkey Bookstore closed down. This thought ran through his mind, but he couldn't say it out loud. All Liu Mingxin could do was remind himself to be very, very careful. But no matter how careful he was, there was no way for him to guess what Hong Dali had planned. He could only try his best to go along. "I will post messages in the game to advertise. What does Young Master Dali intend to do?"

Hong Dali said, "It's simple. All you have to do is mention that we have a dedicated training center and to make sure that you set up a dedicated game server. Hmm... the kind that allows many people to gather and watch. You're the genius, surely you can figure it out yourself?"

Liu Mingxin was indeed smart, he quickly expanded on the idea. "En, that's not a bad idea. We will get a high-end professional game server and sell tickets for people to observe the game. That will earn us some profit. We can also hype it up and raise the popularity of the event. I will announce monetary rewards for the battles, that should draw quite a bit of attention."

Hong Dali gave him a thumbs-up. "It's such a breeze speaking to intelligent people! We will have team battles and solo battles. The strongest player in the solo battles in each server will get 50,000. The second and third will get 30,000. The fourth to sixth will get 20,000. Seventh to tenth 10,000. 1,000 for the first fifty, and 500 for the first hundredth. Team battles will be formed with five players, and the prize money will double. I will sponsor the event."

Liu Mingxin sucked in a breath of cold air, his feeling of uneasiness growing. "Well... Young Master Dali, that's not good? I get all the advantage, yet you sponsor the event. I will feel bad."

Hong Dali decisively hit the table. "Fifty-fifty then. These are small things, no problem. The battles shall be held at West Fourth Loop Sports Stadium. I will arrange for the installation of a few big screens, and the ticketing proceeds will go to me. Deal?"

Hearing that Hong Dali was willing to lay claim to some earnings, Liu Mingxin felt much better. "Ok." He did some calculations. If the tickets cost ten yuan each, the West Fourth Loop Sports Stadium could easily accommodate fifty thousand people—that will be five hundred thousand in ticket sales. It seemed that Hong Dali would not be able to collect much. In any case, with his current appeal, it would not be a problem to fill the stadium. Advertising should be very effective. Hence, this deal could be considered a win-win situation.

Although he was still unsure of Hong Dali's real motive, it finally made a little sense. If they charged a little more for the tickets, they could make more profit. After all, Hong Dali didn't have to come up with much capital.

This was as far as he got before he heard Hong Dali mumble to himself. "This location seems a little small. I should make some commercials and advertise them on Tianjing Satellite TV. Otherwise, we will not be able to live up to the slogan 'Dali's productions must be the best.' Xinxin," Hong Dali called out to Tang Muxin. "Do you have any more ideas? The battles seem rather bland on their own."

Tang Muxin: "You're the talented squanderer. I don't have any good ideas."

"En, let me think. It's no good if the event is too small-scaled." Hong Dali looked around and suddenly saw the cover of the game disc. His eyes lit up. "Wahahahahahaha! I got it! I'm indeed good at squandering!"

If Hong Dali said he had a good idea, it was definitely a good idea. "What is it, what is it?" Tang Muxin was curious. "Tell us about it quickly!"

Hong Dali teased, "Xinxin, do you want to experience something magical? It's amazing!"