"Yo, my friend, I've heard that the number of tourists in Paris has almost increased by ninefold."
Gu Tao said with a smile as he took his seat, picking up the bottle of top-notch red wine next to him and making an appreciative sound, "Even the quality of wine we're drinking has improved."
"Friend, you're exaggerating a bit. Right now, the whole world is rushing to get a glimpse of the supernatural creatures in Paris. After this initial surge, by the end of the year, it'll likely just be two to three times more."
Although Shi Luode spoke modestly, his smile was still brilliant. After all, this was a tremendously large cake, a hundred-billion-level cake.
"Is there a dividend?"
"There is."
Shi Luode did not intend to lie to Gu Tao at all; he honestly told him about the 10 percent dividend, 15 percent... Based on this, at least a hundred billion would be made from ten percent of the annual tourism revenue.
