It was like planting a watermelon and growing a winter melon.
Hou Yuanmei didn't receive a single student, but several NPCs came to sign up.
According to the tuition fee of 1,000 yuan per student per month, Hou Yuanmei's pipa training class had just opened and earned 9,000 yuan.
And it was 9,000 virtual coins!
Looking at the NPC users taking out virtual money from their pockets to sign up, the real users on the side were shocked, shocked, and shocked as if an atomic bomb had been set off in their hearts.
They had worked so hard in the virtual world for two days, and they couldn't even compare to a random pipa song.
"I … I'll pay 80,000!" A "taxi brother" who had been pushing a motorcycle and shouting to go to South Gate Wumao jumped out and shouted, "Master, I'll sign up too, but I have a condition. I'll use 80,000 in cash to buy 90,000 virtual coins from you."
"F * ck, I'll pay 90,000. Master, give me the virtual coins." Another "taxi brother" riding a bike quickly joined the bidding army.
"Are you … crazy?" Hou Yuanmei looked at the two red-faced guys as if she were looking at idiots.
…
In the end, Hou Yuanmei recruited seven students.
Of course, these seven students had ulterior motives. They paid the tuition fee but didn't intend to listen to the class seriously. Instead, they wanted to build a good relationship with the teacher and see if they could exchange some virtual coins from him.
For these real users, Hou Yuanmei took cash, which was also the tuition fee of 1,000 yuan.
Users couldn't recharge, but in non-system stores opened by other users or companies, they could use the information watch to pay cash directly to merchants. This also gave the pay-to-win users a way out, but there were very few things that could be used for pay-to-win at this stage.
In just a few hours, she received 16 students. Regardless of whether these students were sincere or not, it was better than not having any students, wasn't it?
Hou Yuanmei thought that this was her first step in promoting ethnic music in the virtual world.
Therefore, Hou Yuanmei struck while the iron was hot and hurriedly started the first pipa training class.
The first class was naturally to explain the history of the pipa to the students, and the important pipa masters in history, such as Ah Bing, Jin Xinmin, and Ni Qingquan. The contributions of these masters allowed the students to have a deeper understanding of the pipa.
As for the nine NPC students, after a few simple questions, Hou Yuanmei directly classified them as "rotten wood cannot be carved."
As for the seven users with ulterior motives, Hou Yuanmei felt that they could be saved.
Want to exchange for virtual coins?
Sure, after listening to a pipa lesson every day, I'll give you 50 virtual coins.
…
In the United States, the price of a pair of holographic glasses had been raised to two thousand dollars, and the same was true for the Primordial Spirit Gloves.
As for the Primordial Spirit Suit and the MDT, they were still "rare" equipment for the time being. Only a few technology companies had them.
Ever since the virtual world was launched, the American netizens were more anxious than ants on a hot pan. They were eager to experience the legendary virtual world with infinite possibilities.
Especially after more and more virtual world experience reports appeared on the Internet.
Unfortunately, it was impossible to buy holographic glasses in the United States. In fact, it was impossible to buy any products from Monster Industries.
Their commercial department had once issued a document banning the sale of Monster Industries' products.
Why did this happen?
Ordinary consumers didn't care about the rules and regulations here. They just wanted to buy Monster Industries' products.
They kept protesting on the Internet and even started a signature campaign on the White House's official website, demanding that the White House respond.
If there were more than 100,000 signatures within 30 days, the White House would have to respond. When the signature campaign was launched, the number of signatures had exceeded 100,000 within three hours.
Then the White House responded:
"We will once again send business negotiators to Hua Xia to discuss product cooperation with Monster Industries."
A casual response. As for the negotiators, it just so happened that a group of teams from the commercial department was going to Hua Xia to participate in an event. They casually sent someone with a low position to Zhongyun City to run errands.
They had realized that there was no possibility of cooperation with Monster Industries.
Perhaps to appease the anxious mood of the public, the staff also deliberately posted a photo of the negotiation team's departure on the official website. In the photo, more than a dozen negotiators in suits and leather shoes looked real.
However, just as the public was waiting for news.
In the international airport, there was also a business charter that took off almost at the same time as the commercial department's plane.
This was a Bombardier CRJ-100 small jet. The tactical commander of the Pentagon, Matticus, was sitting on the plane.
The tactical commander, Matticus, also had two assistants around him. The three of them sat in the empty cabin, which seemed very wasteful.
One must know that their Bombardier CRJ passenger plane can carry up to 40 passengers.
The two assistants were silent, and the tactical commander, Matticus, was holding a computer that was obviously a military model, focusing on looking at the information there.
Matticus would occasionally ask questions through a satellite phone, ask the other party's location at this time, and report his location again after asking.
A few hours later, the plane landed in an island country in the Atlantic Ocean to refuel. After the fuel was replenished, the plane took off immediately.
Dozens of hours later, the plane arrived in Africa.
In the cockpit, after a burst of radio noise, the pilot spoke to the ground tower.
"Tower, this is CJ-042."
"Hello, 042, this is the Nigerian Capital Airport. We will guide your next flight according to the route you previously reported until you land at the airport."
That's right.
The tactical commander, Matticus, came to Nigeria with two assistants.
Before coming, Matticus had asked his assistant to send an appointment letter to the president's office in Nigeria in the capacity of a private investment company. In the letter, the assistant said in the tone of the president of the investment company that they intended to invest in the construction of a large medical institution with advanced standards in the capital city of Nigeria.
Because it involved some subsidies from the International Medical Association, he hoped to talk directly to the president.
Nigeria was just a small country. The identity of the investment company that the assistant set up was an international investment agency that had been operated by the Pentagon for many years. It specialized in providing funds for overseas activities. The annual financial report had more than 500 million US dollars in cash flow.
After the Nigerian president's assistant checked the company's financial report and the president's information online, he was dazzled by the nine-digit number of US dollars.
The president was not much better. He immediately replied to the letter and praised the other party as an angel, saying that he had time at any time.
Before the plane landed, Matticus picked up the satellite phone again.
"I have arrived and am expected to meet with the president in forty minutes."
"Understood."
In order to welcome the "angelic president of the investment company," Nigeria's president, Mr. Belef, not only arranged for his own Mercedes-Benz to go to the airport to pick him up, but also hosted a banquet in his mansion to entertain Matticus and his party.
Because it had been explained in the previous appointment letter, the main discussion was about the location and the International Medical Association subsidies.
Therefore, in order to prevent other businessmen from hoarding land around the hospital or spreading the news so that local residents could have time to prepare for the price, it was best to keep a low profile and not invite other guests.
Nigeria's president, Belef, only brought his assistant and medical department officials.
The Mercedes-Benz drove all the way into the president's mansion unimpeded.
Before seeing the president, the security personnel in the mansion politely invited the three people to the security gate for a security check.
After a slight check of the briefcases carried by Matticus and his assistants, Matticus and his two assistants were allowed to pass through the security gate, and then gently touched them with their hands to confirm that there were no weapons. The reception staff said, "Thank you."
Nigeria's president, Belef, was 52 years old this year. Like the large and small warlord families in this country, he also inherited the title of president from his father.
However, he was a very poor president. The warlords under his banner were only nominally attached to him. There was also a powerful and strategic General Maups in the west.
As the president in this place, Belef had to hold back even if he had ambitions.
Fortunately, he had no ambition. He just wanted to muddle through and bring more wealth to his family.
Sitting in the magnificent hall, when President Belef saw the "angelic president" for the first time, he subconsciously took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and put them on again.
Because he didn't think Matticus looked like a businessman at all …
He had a faint military temperament.
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