Lu Qin sighed. "You may really not understand the market. Let me show you yesterday's revenue."
Lu Qin opened his Alipay income statement. After scrolling through a long list of numbers, the total income at the bottom was actually...
68,732 yuan and 50 cents!!!
Likewise, WeChat income—70,534 yuan!!!
Added together, the total income was 139,266 yuan and 50 cents!!!
Shocking!
Outrageous!
A street food stall's revenue for a single day had actually reached 140,000 yuan!!!
The producer and Deputy Director Chen were dumbfounded!
For a production crew as large as Happy Warm Sun, excluding the actors' pay, the entire cost of filming for one day did not even reach 140,000 yuan.
Renting a snack cart actually cost 130,000 yuan!
Was the cart made of gold?
Cold sweat ran down Chen Dong's back. He was the one who had brought the snack cart into the production crew.
He had originally thought it would kill two birds with one stone, but now he realized it was no good thing at all—it was a complete disaster!
The producer was so frightened that he nearly dropped his phone.
If they paid out those 130,000 yuan, the budget would not merely be burning—it would explode!
The crew members had heard their conversation too, and the place instantly erupted!
"Holy shit! Boss Lu's snack stall makes over a hundred thousand yuan in a day?!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Over a hundred thousand? Is he selling gold fried rice? No matter how good business is, two or three thousand a day would be the limit!"
"My friend runs a stall selling braised snacks. His business is great, but he only averages 1,500 yuan a day."
"How much? 130,000? You've got to be kidding! Even a top celebrity in the domestic entertainment industry only earns 100,000 yuan a day!"