"That's a good idea." Sun Hang nodded, "In those big cities inland, there are many rich second-generation who love thrills. You might consider them as your target customers. These people have lots of money and aren't afraid of death. They've already played all sorts of things the real world has to offer, and their excitement threshold is quite high... You could bring a car full of such guys to the Gobi Desert, letting them enjoy the feeling of being chased by a deadly sandstorm while their adrenaline spikes. It should be quite profitable."
Ya Qiaoxi looked at Sun Hang with some astonishment. She hadn't expected that her casual joke would lead Sun Hang to seriously propose a detailed plan, and judging by his tone, he seemed to have truly considered such things.
"I've given my idea, just consider it stock for creativity." Sun Hang reached out and patted Ya Qiaoxi's shoulder, "Mr. Ya, if you get rich, don't forget about me, okay?"
