Bug Master In Doomsday

"Brother Mang, except for organizing some supernaturalists, most people are almost there,"

Yao Ping walked in with a group of nervous and cautious people, most of whom were ordinary people in newspapers.

Most of the members of the worm group did not show up. After they just finished the mission, most of them did not report back to the club. They must have gone directly to the house arranged for them by the organization.

Wang Mang didn't care either, waved his hand, beckoning them not to be cautious, and quickly find a seat to sit down.

More than 20 members of the newspaper office, all of whom were considered the backbone of the insect group, found positions and sat down. Among them, nine of them sat down at the conference table under the refusal of everyone.

Obviously these nine people are the backbone of the middle and high-level cadres of the future insect group and the newspaper.

Wang Mang flicked his eyes, squinted his eyes and looked over them one by one, and found that these people were basically familiar with him.

Yao Ping is one and two worms who are responsible for gathering intelligence, and two senior newspapermen who are responsible for writing newspaper content.

There is also a middle-aged man who is responsible for organizing information. As for the other three Wang Mang, he has met several times and is not familiar with them.

After sitting down, after a few seconds, everyone’s eyes were focused on Wang Mang who was sitting in the main seat.

Wang Mang glanced at the crowd, threw away the cigarette butts in his hand, smiled and said: "This time I am a little anxious to summon everyone over, it really disturbs everyone's work."

When everyone heard Wang Mang’s polite remark, they all shook their heads and waved their hands to say it’s not troublesome.

Wang Mang tapped his finger on the table, and his expression became serious after seeing the crowd calm down.

"Yao Ping, as of now, how many newspapers have our newspaper sold? What is the specific profit?"

Yao Ping was sitting at the second seat of the conference table. Seeing Wang Mang's question, he also stood up, and said with excitement in his eyes:

"Report to Brother Mang, the newspapers we have sold out by the agency, so far, there have been more than 175,000 copies, and the total profit is as high as 1,756 Golden Dragon coins!!!"

Before Yao Ping’s words came to an end, the entire conference room suddenly exploded, and everyone’s faces were a little unbelievable. After the reaction, they were ecstatic.

Yao Ping has said before that if the newspaper sales are high and the performance is good this time, everyone will receive a golden dragon coin bonus.

Those front-line operators who run business and earn sales will get a generous commission even more!

Nowadays, because of the good news of this newspaper, Brother Mang and Heping will definitely not be stingy, maybe the bonus will be higher.

Everyone is not stupid. After trying to understand, they are all beaming, whispering to each other, and even breathing is a little short.

Wang Mang was also a little surprised when he heard the high profits of nearly 1,800.

The production cost of a newspaper is extremely low, and other costs such as collecting news materials, intelligence, information, etc. add up not to be high.

The price of a silver coin is expensive for most ordinary people in Longshi.

It should be understood that most of the adult males in the gathering place usually either go out of the city to form a team to hunt down some low-level monsters, or they work in the gathering place and do some small business.

Like Wang Dazhu who has died, his daily salary is only five or six silver coins. If he goes out of the city to hunt monsters, it will be completely lucky.

However, as long as this newspaper has been on sale, more than 175,000 copies have been sold. The main purchaser still has a certain financial ability, but it is still an ordinary person who is worried about food and clothing.

Why would they spend a huge sum of money to buy their own daily apocalypse?