With Chen Yu's additional investment and a Ghost Cultivator skilled at planning expenditures in tow, Little Lunatic returned to the Temporary Port Service Station on trembling legs. Seeing his ashen face, the station manager asked worriedly, "Brother Lunatic, did Young Master Chen yell at you? Then yell at us to let off some steam. Don't bottle it up and make yourself sick."
Sitting in a chair, Little Lunatic waved a hand and said wearily, "Young Master Chen is a good person, the best person I've ever met. He wouldn't yell at me. In fact, he praised me."
"Was he being sarcastic?"
"He meant it."
"Then he didn't approve the funding? Let's lower our requirements and apply again. We'll try to get it below two hundred thousand this time." Little Lunatic looked at the station manager with pity, then spread his fingers. "He approved it. This much."
"Fifty thousand? That's a little low, but we can make it work."
"No, five million. Young Master Chen wants to invest five million here."
Everyone fell utterly silent. The enormous investment left them unable to speak, and they could only stare at Little Lunatic in shock.
After a long silence, the station manager finally sucked in a breath and whispered, "We'd have to sell a million magazines just to break even... How big would this service station have to be?"
"He also wants to build twenty of them."
"We'd have to sell twenty million to break even... How many people would we need to hire to copy all those magazines?"
"Magazines are printed on printing presses. Read a few more books, you little dummy."
Clutching his head, Little Lunatic felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier and heavier.
How are we supposed to earn all that money back?
While he fretted, the Ghost