This is my empire!
Mr. Angamora was still murmuring in his sleep. If nothing goes wrong, the money he made in the past six months would be as much as his profit in the past one to two years.
Among them, the licensing fee is a big part. In addition to the licensing fee, the channel fee is also a huge expense.
That Dulin guy is nothing but using one of his patents. Not only does he have to pay tens of millions in royalties, but he also needs to transport and sell his products through his channels.
It was nice to say it, "Although we will charge you a licensing fee for using my patent, we also provide low-cost transportation services and underwriting services to avoid your unnecessary expenses in transportation, storage, and sales."
Right, it sounds like Dulin is a good person, and everyone really believed it in the beginning, but that's not actually the case.
Transportation costs, warehouse storage costs, sales commissions, each step is just a less eye-catching share, but bringing these things together is a bit of a headache.
Last year's turnover was about 30 million, including 3.2 million in patent licensing fees, and various sharing agreements that accounted for about 25% of the total turnover, which is 1,000. Around 10,000.
Du Lin alone took away 10 million out of nearly 30 million, which is almost equivalent to a net profit of 10 million that Du Lin swallowed up in one go!
Then he has to pay taxes himself, which requires clearing costs and various expenses. The net income for a year is less than 8 million.
But look at the revenue in the past six months. Without the patent licensing fees and the fees of various sharing agreements, the sales in the second half of the year are expected to be more than 25 million.
The income in this half year alone is more than the income in last year, and it is much more, with a net profit of at least 10 million yuan.
If we can maintain this development momentum in the coming year, our annual net profit will be at least 20 million or even more than 25 million.
In the past, this was almost unimaginable income, but now everything has become possible. As long as Dulin cannot escape this danger, everything becomes bright.
Subconsciously, he reached out and wanted to hug the girl next to him into his arms. Although Mr. Angamora was already in his fifties, his hair was somewhat gray and bald, but he believed that this was the characteristic of a mature man full of charm.
The girl next to me has just appeared in two movies and played the supporting female role in the drama. Although she has not yet made a big name, she has already won the support of some die-hard fans with her innocent appearance.
Angamora liked this girl very much. She felt the pulse of youth from her energetic body. That youthful atmosphere was often the most fascinating.
Only after losing youth can we understand the preciousness of youth.
But his hand was empty. He opened his eyes slightly. The light in the room was a little dark, and there was no one on the beds around him. He got up and walked to the window and opened the curtains. The new sun outside the window was slowly changing. Rising, like his ambition!
Golden light shines into the room, decorating it like a sacred palace, like his royal palace.
He stretched himself out, and when he turned around, the smile on his face froze instantly. He was as motionless as a wax figure in a wax museum. A drop of sweat secreted from the pores on his forehead, hanging on the tip of his nose along the wrinkles. , rolled down after a moment.
With his muscles disobeying him, an ugly smile appeared on his face, "This... may be a misunderstanding!"
Standing in the room were three men wearing round felt hats and long black trench coats. They wore black gloves and held long boning knives in their hands.
This kind of boning knife is different from ordinary household kitchen utensils. It has a certain arc and is very thin and sharp.
If it were to deal with bones, this kind of knife would break into two pieces with just one close contact, but if it was just to deal with some pieces of meat or fascia, it would be incredibly sharp.
There is no skin, muscle or fascia that can stop it. Even if it just pauses for a moment, it will be split in two with a pleasant cutting sound made by its blade.
The three guys whose faces could not be seen clearly did not answer his words, which made Mr. Angmorra's fear spread more and more unbridled deep in his heart. He swallowed and took a step back slightly, "What do you want? ? Money? Or something else?"
"Three million, I don't ask who you are or who asked you to come. I use three million to buy my own life. I don't ask for three million so that you will never take action. As long as you let me go." once!"
The three men always maintained their previous standing postures as if they could not speak. The long and narrow blades hanging at their sides reflected the luster of metal from time to time, which made Mr. Angamora even more panicked.
"Ten million, okay, I admit that I gave less. Ten million will buy me a life. This business will not suffer, friends. Have you ever seen what ten million looks like when piled together? Maybe you Your employer only gave you a small amount of money, but here I have 10 million.”
"Conditions remain unchanged. I don't ask anything and I don't need you to tell me anything. I give you money and then you take the money and leave. This is fair!"
Mr. Angmorra's whole body was wet with sweat, and he was sticky and uncomfortable. What was even more uncomfortable was that he was now very nervous, frightened, wanted to poop, felt nauseated, and had an indescribable feeling all over his body. I felt so uncomfortable that even breathing became difficult.
Seeing that the three of them still remained silent, he had already realized something, and his heart sank into boundless hell.
At this moment, the phone in the bedroom suddenly rang. He was startled by the sudden call and looked at the phone and the three men in the room with fear.
At this time, one of the guys said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Angamora, maybe you should answer this call first!"
He was stunned for a moment, and then knelt down beside the bedside table as if he had found a life-saving straw. He eagerly picked up the phone and put it to his ear, "I am Angamora, who are you?"
With his life hanging by a thread, he recalled the honorifics he often used when he was young. He knew very well that the outcome of this call represented whether he could continue to live, enjoy all the beauty of the world and breathe freely.
At this time, he lowered his head devoutly like a true believer, listening to the voice from heaven.
"I've been very troubled these past two days..." The moment the voice appeared, Mr. Angamora immediately thought of the owner of the voice. His body began to tremble. He wanted to say something, but did not dare to interrupt the other party. "Everything seemed strange."
"Today someone here dares to show his teeth at me, and tomorrow that person will stretch out his claws."
"An innocent guy told me that fear cannot rule the world, but he didn't know that fear can end stupidity."
"In view of your behavior during this period, I am very, very disappointed. I originally thought we would be good friends, but obviously you don't think so..."
The sound coming from the receiver made Mr. Angamora more and more panicked. At this time, he didn't care about anything else and directly interrupted the other party, "Mr. Dulin, Mr. Dulin! Please listen to my explanation..."
"Explanation? No, I don't need that thing. If you wish, go to hell and wait for me!"
"Du...du...du..."
There was a pop, just like the sound made by the inspectors in the grain depot when they pierced the sacks filled with wheat kernels with steel pipes. Mr. Angamora lowered his head, raised his hand and touched the sudden protrusion on his chest. The tip of the knife.
He raised his wrist, looked at the bright red liquid on his fingers, and twisted it. It was a little slippery and a little sticky.
Continuous popping sounds were heard, and the tip of the knife danced on his chest, appearing and disappearing, and the strength was rapidly escaping from his body. He opened his eyes wide and gasped for air, every time he took a breath It will bring a whistle when the broken bellows is pulled.
Just when his vision became dim, a hand behind his head pressed his head on the bedside table, and then the whole world spun around and became darker and darker.
It was about ten hours later that Mr. Angamora's body was discovered by the company vice president who came to look for him. After the police arrived at the scene, they notified the Security Investigation Bureau.
According to the regulations of the empire, the police station is only responsible for detecting various ordinary cases. Once the case rises to have social impact or becomes a major criminal case, the Bureau of Investigation will take over and continue to be responsible for the investigation work.
A dozen agents from the Bureau of Investigation came, including two senior agents. They spent a long time in the room with the most advanced instruments and various equipment, but found nothing in the end.
In the report to their superiors, they believed that this was a murder case handled by a professional killer. It was carefully planned and arranged without leaving any clues. They suggested that the Investigation Bureau report the case to the General Bureau and search for similar cases nationwide. Case reference, whether the case can be merged.
Simply put, the Bureau of Investigation does not want to deal with this matter.
The person who was killed was a well-known local entrepreneur. If this case is solved, there may not be any benefits, but if it is not handled well, he will definitely get a reprimand and may even be demoted. So why should he take it into his own hands? inside
The murder of Mr. Angamora soon spread in a small area. Some people turned pale when they heard the news. From the investigation report, they learned that Mr. Angamora had been stabbed ninety-nine times. One viscera was intact.
In the end, a knife was inserted into the back of his head, accompanied by some horrific photo records, which made some big shots vomit.
Who killed Mr. Angmorra is a mystery, but some people have realized something.
That night, Merlin was watching TV with Suri and their children when the phone rang.
"Mr. Merlin, after our discussion, we believe that the pricing of the licensing fee is unreasonable..." Merlin frowned deeply, but then he showed a dumbfounded expression, "The pricing is too low. There is no comparability between the price level four years ago and now, so we all agree that it should be increased by 10% to be reasonable. If you have time, we hope to sign a new agreement as soon as possible... "
(End of chapter)