First, Subi Auction House had to close its doors and deny entry to journalists from all directions who ca for interviews. Then, the administrative reception of Subi Auction House began to receive countless inquiry calls every day, asking about the auction items, asking about prices, and asking various questions.
Even Su Qingzhang started receiving calls; first from clients in various cities who had so connections with the Su Family, then from officials who had dealings with Su Qingzhang, and finally, even potential clients started calling. Besides asking about the auction items, what they asked about the most was another question: "Are there any invitations left?"
"Where exactly are the invitations?" This was a question that Su Qingzhang had already asked Chang Chi several tis. Wasn’t it Chang Chi’s responsibility to help send out the relevant invitations?
"I did receive invitations, but only five hundred and sixty, and they’ve all been sent out," Chang Chi defended.
"If they’re all sent out, then print more, right?" Chang i had lost track of how many calls she had received recently about tickets. Those ladies and misses who weren’t necessarily close on normal days, all started to indirectly ask her for tickets.
"But, they can’t be printed," Chang Chi suddenly beca the target, as Su Ziceng refused to use the standard invitation from Subi Auction House that she used last ti. Hence, after distributing five hundred and sixty, there were no more. Previously, she found it strange that the invitations used by Ziceng were not made of paper but were sewn from a square-shaped fabric, with gilded patterns that looked quite well-made but were uncommon in the market. Consequently, Su Family, as the controlling shareholder of Subi Auction House and Su Qingzhang as the chairman of Su Family, couldn’t even get one additional invitation.
"I won’t make a losing deal," Su Ziceng, who was busy with the arrangents at Subi Auction House, didn’t rest. As soon as Su Qingzhang quietly lifted his "house arrest," Ziceng imdiately rushed to "Admiration" and then had Sister Mu move out all the scraps of fabric from the store. The elusive invitation cards from Subi Auction House turned out to be the spare fabric from Sister Mu’s tailoring for clothes.
On Friday morning, Ziceng received a brand new batch of invitations, each inscribed with "Sky-high Auction" in bold strokes. On Friday afternoon, an advert the size of a tofu block appeared in the Mo City Evening News: "I have several spare Subi Auction House invitations available for transfer. If interested, buy quickly, and on-the-spot verification is available."
By around five in the afternoon, all invitations had been snatched up, and the person who placed the tofu block-sized ad, Zhou Dagen, found it hard to believe what happened to him that afternoon. His phone was endlessly busy, and so people even ran directly to the news departnt of the Mo City Evening News, demanding a face-to-face eting.
All five hundred tickets were sold out, totaling 4.9 million in revenue, with each ticket going for nearly ten thousand, a sky-high price. Zhou Dagen initially advised Su Ziceng when he learned that she had set the ticket price at ten thousand, but now, unexpectedly, they had all been sold out.
"Deducting an advertising expense of 1.5 million and managent costs of 2 million, the staff bonuses and travel fund are all taken care of," Su Ziceng calculated swiftly, revealing a sum. Seeing her rake in millions within just a few days, Sister Mu was almost spitting blood. This girl, when she first ca to "Admiration," couldn’t even calculate the price of a dress correctly, and now she has learned to disguise her "illicit inco" with "managent costs." Indeed, it’s like seeing soone with newfound respect after just a few days.
"So, what’s next to prepare?" Zhou Dagen, who had been startled by Su Ziceng several tis in the past few days, still found it hard to believe. All matters regarding the auction had been resolved just like that. He had lived most of his life in adversity, and now that things were going smoothly, it felt unfamiliar.
"No need to prepare anymore; later, just go to the auction house to check if all the auction items are properly placed. After that, you can go rest. Early tomorrow morning, we will go to the airport to welco Director Luo and his party. The rest we will wait for tomorrow night’s evening auction," Su Ziceng found that taking care of matters upfront was indeed beneficial, at least no major problems were anticipated. She originally wanted to invite Sister Mu as well, but thinking that the patriarch of the Wen family and Wen Maixue were also invited, Sister Mu might not want to see them, so she had to let it be.
Zhou Dagen followed the instructions, checked everything in Subi Auction House one last ti to make sure everything was in order before leaving. The security staff locked up the auction hall and then left.
In the well-dressed auction hall, all exhibits were shrouded in a layer of red silk cloth, like a bride waiting to be unveiled by her loving groom. Peace lasted until the second half of the night when the sound of unlocking the door ca from outside, and several figures shuffled inside. A mont later, those figures sneaked out again stealthily.
After daybreak, Ziceng pulled back the curtains, and outside was a clear sky. The March sun was slowly warming up, shining on people, and filling them with warmth. A new day had co, a brand new day for Subi Auction House and Ziceng, finally arrived. (To be continued. If you like this work, please co to Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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