"Free is the most expensive?"
Wan Mushu could not help but sneer when she heard that. "We have heard far too many attention-grabbing words.
But yours is the most absurd I have ever heard."
"You do not really think that free means you do not spend a single coin, do you?"
Song Zhong looked at Wan Mushu as though she were an idiot.
"There are actually many kinds of free. For example, fake free, subsidized free, limited-time free..."
He had not run a business himself in his previous life, but he had lived through that highly developed age of communication, endured the bombardment of all manner of short videos, and watched those so-called success gurus. Was it not easy enough to make up some nonsense?
Not to mention, he had watched plenty of Jack Ma's videos. If he casually pulled out a few of those lines, was he really afraid he would not talk them into submission?
"First of all, truly good things cannot be explained clearly. The more clearly something can be explained, the less likely it is to be a good thing..."
Song Zhong began spouting nonsense. At first, he stumbled over his words somewhat, but the more he spoke, the more excited he became, the more fired up he grew.
Beside him, Wan Mushu and Qian Yu had initially been rather unconcerned, but they soon exchanged a glance, their expressions growing solemn.
It seemed that what Song Zhong said made some sense!
No, why did what Song Zhong describe sound so much like what they had experienced before?
At first, the two occasionally exchanged glances, but gradually, they even forgot to look at each other. Like two schoolchildren in a private academy, they stared intently at Song Zhong.
Outside the great hall, several disciples guarding the gates