Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Chapter 558

Sean said wryly, "Mr. Zahn, you have no idea how much money you can make from the Internet. Let me put it this way. I accepted an advertisement the other day, and the other party started with a price of five million for advertising fees, but we didn't accept it.

"After that, we discussed a different way of collaborating. If the number of registered users on our website continues to grow, our company will get at least three million every month in advertising fees."

Rory and Gordon gasped. They exchanged glances, and both saw the shock in the other's eyes.

Three million a month in advertising fees?

Wouldn't that be 30 million a year?

Sawyer was smoking his Ghurka Royal, and he said seriously, "Times have changed. Your mindset became old-fashioned a long time ago. Let the young people do whatever they want. The future belongs to them."

Gordon's expression cleared when he heard what Sawyer had to say. He patted Carlisle on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead and do it! I trust you."

Carlisle grinned broadly and said, "I won't disappoint you.""

Sean added, "We've gone off-topic. Owen, just accept it. This is from Carl and I."

Owen's expression was cold as he said, "I'll get angry if you keep insisting."

Sean saw that Owen had made up his mind, so he pulled Sylvester over to him. "Mr. Barlow, please take this money on behalf of Owen."

violently. "Let Owen make his own

earn that much money, not

it,

was successful, Sylvester could no longer influence

did

no choice but to resign themselves

a couple more rounds

in the living room,

and Benjamin gave Owen 20 thousand dollars as a congratulatory

kept putting food

her and chatted with her about everyday

he took in the

Carlisle died, Sean had said, "Rest in peace, Carl. In the future, I'll treat

interacted much after they started working, Sean would always lend him money whenever Carlisle asked, even if he had to use his credit card

guiding Sean to prosperity

helped Gordon chase off a bunch of drunk

reliable than the disreputable friends he had made

didn't need many friends as long as one had

dinner, the cake that Gareth ordered