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Chapter 520
"Backstage, tell me, what happened?" After being stunned for a long time, Qian Cheng suddenly remembered that he was still wearing earphones, so he asked the backstage staff, "Why did so many people leave the scene?"

The backstage staff were all looking down at their mobile phones. They had just learned about Huaigu official Weibo. After hearing Mr. Qian's voice, they looked at each other one by one. Putting on the earphones, he said, "Mr. Qian, it's like this. Just 10 minutes ago, Huaigu Art Auction Company's official Weibo posted a message about ordering antiques."

"Customized antiques?" Qian Cheng frowned and asked in confusion, "What does this have to do with those who left?"

"Huaigu announced the opening of the second round of custom-made antique service applications, and the deadline is three o'clock this afternoon."

"What?" Qian Cheng couldn't help crying out when he heard the surprised look behind him.

In order to talk to the backstage staff through the earphones and avoid the sound from spreading, he stepped back calmly before speaking, and opened a certain distance from the microphone on the stage, but the cry just now was too loud. Big, it was finally passed through the microphone, and it rang out in the entire venue. The panic in the voice and the surprise on the face were all noticed by the people in the audience.

"What?" the people in the audience asked strangely.

"I don't know. She looks panic-stricken. What's wrong with Forbes today? What's wrong with the host today? There have been several accidents, it's really out of standard."

"Yes, those who know about it are the summer auction held by Forbes Auction House, but those who don't know about it think it's the copycat auction house."

"Hey, host, is the auction still going on? It's getting late now, if we don't continue, we'll be leaving." Someone couldn't help shouting towards the stage.

"Yes, if it doesn't work, hurry up and get another one that works."

The antique auction should have been a tense, intense, but not elegant auction, but today's Forbes Summer Auction gave off a sense of farce.

Qian Cheng blushed. After presiding over so many auctions, this was the first time he was teased by someone. If it got out, wouldn't it be embarrassing to throw it at grandma's house?How can he still be the host in the future?
But, how to continue?
Huaigu suddenly opened the custom-made antique service, and it was only for a few hours. Qian Cheng calculated silently in his heart. According to the original plan, today's auction will end from [-]pm to [-]pm, and there will be more after the auction. There was a simple reception, and it happened to be around three o'clock, that is to say, the application time for the nostalgic and antique customization service happened to be the end of the auction here. Isn't this obviously against them?
Li Dacheng!
Qian Cheng gritted his teeth tightly. Now he finally understands why so many people left, all of them went back to submit the application for ordering the antiques.

Perhaps the number of places for custom-made antiques is limited, but this will not hinder the enthusiasm of people in the circle, because the report card of the first custom-made antiques is there, and people have begun to change from doubts about the custom-made services of nostalgic antiques to No one wants to miss such a rare opportunity, and no one can stop their pursuit of their favorite things. Compared with their favorite things, today's auction The antiques at the meeting are nothing.

Pressure, Qian Cheng felt a pressure that he had never experienced before. He had presided over more than a dozen auctions, and the scale of the auctions was very large, but he had never been nervous, but this time, he felt that he had already I can't breathe.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian? Are you okay?" The backstage staff's voice came from the headset.

Qian Cheng was slightly taken aback, and he came back to his senses in time. He told himself in his heart that he must be calm and not panic. He is the general manager of the company. If he panicked, wouldn't the company's employees be in chaos? ?

"I'm fine." Qian Cheng tried his best to calm himself down, but the trembling voice exposed when he spoke betrayed him, showing that he hadn't completely calmed down at this moment, he was still panicked and anxious, It's just that it's not as ignorant as before.

Qian Cheng once again looked at the face of his father who was sitting in the first row under the stage. Although he was not in Liushenwuzhu, he had no idea in his heart. He didn't know whether the auction should stop or continue.If you stop, you will be ridiculed by the insiders, but if you continue, the final result of the auction is likely to be a tragedy, and the final transaction price of the lot will drop. Although it is cheaper for the buyer, it offends the consignor.

In fact, Qian Dafu also thought about ending today's auction and continuing it another day, but he is a shameless person. When he thought of doing this, Fubi would become a joke in the circle, he just shook his head, and if he really did , the popularity that Fubi has accumulated in the circle for so many years will also collapse.

Therefore, even if you offend many people, even if the result is likely to be tragic, you still have to slap your face and pretend to be fat, and continue today's auction.

"continue!"

Qian Dafu nodded towards his son on the stage. Maybe his voice couldn't reach his ears, but his mouth definitely expressed it very clearly.

continue?

Qian Cheng saw it, although he still felt uneasy and full of uncertainty about the future, but at least he had confidence in his heart. He worshiped his father, and as long as his father was around, no matter what happened, he would not be able to survive.

"Snapped!"

Qian Cheng picked up the auction mallet and smashed it down, "Congratulations to this gentleman, you bought this set of Linglong Pagoda White Jade at a price of 500 million..." When he said these words, he even felt that his heart was shaking. Bleeding is simply the price of cabbage.

Snapped……

slap... slap...

Intermittent applause rang out in the venue, not to mention enthusiastic, like beating mosquitoes. Everyone also had a flat look on their faces, as if they didn't care about the lot.

Ugh!
Qian Cheng sighed in his heart, then forced a smile, looked at the venue with less than 300 people, and said with a smile, "Now for the next auction..."

Compared with the deserted venue of Forbes Summer Auction, the whole circle became lively. The reason is naturally related to the Weibo just released by Huaigu Official Weibo.

"Hey, Lao Zhang? It's been a long time since I went out for activities. The weather is nice today. How about going out to play golf together?"

"No, no, no, what time is it, are you still in the mood to play golf?"

"Ah? What's the matter? Did the stock drop again?"

"Didn't you check the official Weibo of Huaigu Auction House? The custom-made antique service has started again, and it will end this afternoon. I have to organize my personal information and send it out. I missed it last time, so I definitely can't miss it this time." .”

"Wow? Why didn't anyone inform me about such a big event? I'm going to apply for it too. I've always wanted a jadeite Guanyin. I planned to go to Yuncui to have a look. Now that there is nostalgia, I have opened an antique custom order application. Then I'll try it too, this time I must get an imperial green jade Guanyin."

"..."

The person who told the story was speechless. If I had known it earlier, I would not have said it. Since it was based on lottery, the fewer people who applied, the higher the chance of being caught. If one more person applied, the chance of being caught would be smaller. A few points.

"Hello, is this Boss Zhao?"

"Expert Wang, what's the matter?"

"Boss Zhao, haven't you always wanted a white jade seal from the Qianlong Emperor?"

"Why, Expert Wang, do you have any news? Tell me quickly."

"I don't have any news about anyone, but someone has."

"Who?"

"Nostalgic Art Auction Company, I believe you have heard that their company has a business called antique customization. It is like looking for antiques according to the customer's invitation, and then taking the antiques to the auction for auction. They held it once before. It caused a huge sensation in the circle, and each of the [-] custom-made antiques can be called rare treasures."

"I've heard of it, but I heard that there are only twenty places each time, and the time is not fixed."

"It's fixed, it's fixed. Today, Huaigu's second round of custom-made antiques applications has opened. From now until three o'clock this afternoon, you might as well apply to the boss. Maybe you can win the bid?"

"Well, okay, I'm going to apply now."

One post to ten, ten to one hundred, just one microblog, turned the whole circle into a grand event. At this moment, countless people sat in front of the computer, sorted out by themselves, or asked the secretary to sort out, and sent the application to Huaigu's Inside the official mailbox.

Ten... Twenty... Thirty...

Hundreds of emails have been sent to Huaigu's official mailbox, and the number is still increasing. Less than an hour after Weibo was sent, the number of applicants has exceeded the total number of applicants for the first antique order.

Obviously, the great success of the first order of antiques laid the foundation for the second order of antiques, so when the second order of antiques came, it became a collective explosion.

"I rely, I rely, I rely!"

Province A, in Nostalgic Art Auction Company, a person suddenly stood up from his seat, staring at the phone screen and snoring.

"what happened?"

"Surprised, how many do you want to scare to death?"

"Quick, look, look at our company's official Weibo."

"The company's official Weibo account? Is there anything to see?"

"Antique ordering, our company's official Weibo says that the application service for antique ordering has been opened again, and it will end at three o'clock this afternoon."

"Ah? There is such a thing? Why don't we know?"

A kind of nostalgic employees are all confused. As employees of the nostalgic art auction company, they don't know that their company's custom antique service has been opened again. This is definitely a super big joke.

"Did the publicity side make a mistake? Why didn't you mention it in the company's meeting? The confidentiality work is too good, right?"

"The latest news, the publicity side said that they don't know what's going on."

"Damn, it can't be that someone hacked it?"

"Stealing the account? No way, who is so boring to steal our company's account? Steal the celebrity's Weibo account if you want."

"The most recent news is that the phone number on the customer service side has been blown up. They said that Mr. Gao said that the Weibo was posted by the chairman himself, in order to collect the custom-made antiques more in advance."

"Sent by the chairman? Then there's nothing strange about it."

"Well, the chairman has always seen the beginning but never the end, and likes to surprise people, it's normal."

"By the way, didn't the chairman go to the capital?"

"Looks like today is Forby's Summer Sale."

"Oh!"

Everyone looked at each other, with expressions of sudden realization on their faces.

The chairman must have messed with Forbes again.

Life feels like years, Qian Cheng finally knows what it means to live like years.

A green dragon blue and white peony vase with a reserve price of 200 million yuan was finally sold at a price of 600 million yuan; a rough jadeite with a reserve price of 300 million yuan was finally sold at a price of 800 million yuan; a superb ivory necklace was finally sold at a price of 700 million yuan... ...It is important to know that these lots were predicted to be over ten million before the auction, but now, not only are they not over ten million, but they are still far from ten million. People still eat them all?
With an uncomfortable mood of going to the grave, Qian Cheng mechanically presided over the auction. The wonderful words and jokes he had prepared before had become redundant at this moment. He was not in the mood to speak, and the people in the audience He was not in the mood to listen, and no one was more eager than him to hope that today's auction would end early, so that he could find a corner and squat down to draw circles and curse that nasty man.

"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to participate in our summer auction held by Forbes Auction House. Today's auction is over. Thank you for your support. Goodbye!"

Due to the lackluster auction scene, and even failed auctions many times, the auction proceeded relatively quickly, and it was over in less than one o'clock.

Qian Cheng heaved a sigh of relief and felt relieved. Although the result of the auction was tragic, it was also a blessing in misfortune. Because many auctions failed, Qian Cheng was also under pressure from the consignor. It has been reduced a lot. If it is sold out and the expected price is not reached, it will be miserable.

Qian Cheng came to the backstage in a hurry, and none of the staff said a word. No one dared to mention the celebration that had been prepared at this time. The auction ended with such a dismal ending. Let alone the celebration, it was almost as good as burning paper.

"Dad, I'm sorry." Qian Cheng saw his father appearing in the background, and walked over with his head down.

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Qian Dafu sighed in his heart, but on the surface he tried his best to pretend to be indifferent. He reached out and patted his son's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. , don’t worry too much about it, everything looks forward.”

"But which one surnamed Li is really..."

"Stop talking." Qian Dafu interrupted his son, "Let's go." After speaking, he turned and left from the backstage.

what?
Qian Cheng was taken aback for a moment. The moment his father turned around, he seemed to see something trembling in his father's eyes.

Cried?Are you in tears?
No, absolutely impossible.How could my father cry? I must have misread it.

Qian Cheng quickly shook his head. At this moment, a staff member hurried over and said out of breath, "Qian, Mr. Qian, it's not good. Boss Li from Nostalgia is here again."

"What?" Qian Cheng was taken aback, and almost fell to the ground in surprise.

Weak legs!
came back?
Came back?

Did you come back to find something?

Did you come back for a demonstration?

Why isn't it over yet?

Are you the nemesis of our family?

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(End of this chapter)