"Backstage, tell me, what's going on" After being stunned for a long time, Qian Cheng suddenly remembered that he was still wearing headphones, so he asked the backstage staff, "Why are so many people leaving the scene?"
The backstage staff are looking down at their phones, they also just know about the nostalgic official micro, after hearing Mr.
Qian's voice, they looked at each other one by one, the atmosphere was lifeless, and finally the person in charge of the backstage said to the headphones with a bitter face, "Mr.
Qian, that's the case, just twenty minutes ago, the official Weibo of the nostalgic art auction company released a message about antique customization." ” "Antique Custom" Qian Cheng frowned, and asked puzzledly, "What does this have to do with those who left?"
"Huaigu announced the opening of the second round of antique customized service applications, and the deadline is 3 pm today."
"What" Qian Cheng heard the look of surprise behind him, and he couldn't help but scream.
In order to talk to the backstage staff through the headset and avoid the sound from coming out, he quietly took a few steps back before speaking, and pulled away from the Mike placed on the stage at a certain distance, but the cry just now was too loud, and finally it was transmitted through the microphone, and it sounded in the entire venue, and the panic in the voice, as well as the surprise on his face, were all seen by the people in the audience for a while.
"What," the audience asked strangely.
"I don't know, it looks like I'm panicking, what's wrong with Fubi today, what's wrong with today's host, there have been several accidents, it's really substandard."
"Yes, I know about the summer auction held by Forbe, but I don't know that I think it's the copycat auction house."
"Hey, host, the auction can't go on yet, it's not too early, if we don't continue, we'll leave."
Someone couldn't help but shout at the stage.
"yes, if it doesn't work, let's go down quickly, and change to someone who can do it."
The antique auction was supposed to be an intense, intense, but not urbane auction, but today's Fobey summer auction gives people a sense of farce.
Qian Cheng's face flushed, he has presided over so many auctions, and it is the first time he has been coaxed, if this is spread out, it will not be ashamed to be thrown to his grandmother's house, how will he be the host in the future But how can it continue?
Nostalgic over there suddenly opened the antique custom service, it is only a few hours, Qian Cheng silently calculated in his heart, according to the original plan, today's auction will end at one to two o'clock in the afternoon, and there will be a simple reception after the end of the auction, it will be about three o'clock at that time, that is to say, the time of the application for the nostalgic antique custom service is exactly the time when the auction ends here, which is not clear whether it is against them Li Dacheng Qian Cheng gritted his teeth tightly, he finally understood why so many people had left, and they all went back to submit the antique custom application.
Maybe the number of places for antique customization is limited, but this will not hinder the enthusiasm of insiders, because the first antique custom report card is placed there, people have begun to change from the suspicion of the nostalgic antique custom service, to the enthusiasm for this service, even a kind of enthusiasm, a kind of fanaticism, no one wants to miss such a rare opportunity, and no one can stop their pursuit of their beloved things, compared with the beloved things, the antiques at today's auction are nothing.
Pressure, Qian Cheng felt a pressure that he had never felt 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 was out of breath.
"Mr.
Qian, Mr.
Qian, are you okay?"
came the voice of the backstage staff from inside the headset.
Qian Cheng was slightly stunned, and came back to his senses in time, he told himself in his heart that he must be calm, he must not panic, he is the general manager of the company, if he even panics, then the company's employees will be chaotic "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 very panicked and anxious, but he wasn't as godless as he was just now.
Qian Cheng once again looked at the face of his father, who was sitting in the first row of the stage, although he was not in the six gods, but he had no idea in his heart, and he didn't know whether this auction should be stopped or continued.
Stop, will be ridiculed by insiders, but if it continues, the final result of the auction is likely to become a tragedy, and the final price of the lot will fall, although it will be cheaper for the buyer, but it will offend the consignor.
In fact, Qian Dafu also thought about terminating today's auction and continuing another day, but he is a person who wants face, as soon as he thinks that if he does this, Fubi will become a joke in the circle, he shook his head, and if he really does this, Fubi's popularity accumulated in the circle for so many years will also collapse.
So, even if it will offend many people, even if the result is likely to be tragic, it is necessary to slap the swollen face and become fat, and continue today's auction.
"Continue" Qian Dafu nodded at his son on the stage, maybe the voice could not reach his son's ears, but the mouth shape was definitely very clear.
Go on Qian Cheng saw it, although he still felt uneasy in his heart, and he was full of uncertainty for the future, but at least he had the bottom in his heart, he admired his father, as long as his father was there, no matter what happened, he would not survive.
"Smack" Qian Cheng picked up the auction hammer and smashed it down, "Congratulations to this gentleman, auctioned this exquisite pagoda white jade for five million" When he said this, he even felt that his heart was bleeding, it was simply the price of cabbage. syllable Smack There was intermittent applause in the venue, not enthusiastic, as if they were fighting mosquitoes, and everyone's faces were flat, as if they didn't care about the lot. alas Qian Cheng sighed in his heart, then reluctantly squeezed out a smile, looked at the venue where there were less than three hundred people in the audience, and said with a smile, "Now for the next lot" Compared with the desertion in the venue of Fubi's summer auction, the whole circle is lively, and the reason is naturally related to the Weibo just released by the nostalgic official Weibo.
"Hey, Lao Zhang, I haven't been out for a long time, the weather is good today, how about going out to play golf together" "If you don't go, don't go, don't go, when is it, and you still have the heart to play golf" "Ah, what's wrong, is the stock falling again?"
"Didn't you see the official WeChat of the nostalgic auction house, the antique custom service has started again, and it will end this afternoon, I have to quickly sort out the personal information and send it out, I missed it last time, and I must not miss it this time."
"Wow such a big thing, why no one informed me, I also went to apply, it just so happened that I always wanted a jade Guanyin, I was going to go to Yuncui to see, since there is nostalgia and opened an antique custom application, then I will also try, this time I have to get an imperial green jade Guanyin." “” The person who told was speechless, and he didn't say it if he knew it, since it was by drawing lots, naturally the fewer people who applied, the greater the chance of being caught, and the more people who applied, the less chance he was caught.
"Hey, is it Boss Zhao?"
"Expert Wang, what's the matter?"
"Boss Zhao, haven't you always wanted a white jade seal of Emperor Qianlong?"
"What, Expert Wang, tell me if you have news."
"I don't have any news of who has it, but someone has it."
"Who" "Nostalgic art auction company, I'm sure you've also heard of it, their company has a business called antique customization, which is to find antiques according to the invitation of customers, and then take the antiques to the auction for auction, they held it once before, which caused a huge sensation in the circle, and the twenty pieces of antiques ordered can each be called rare treasures."
"I've heard of it, but I've heard that there are only twenty places at a time, and the timing is uncertain."
"It's set, it's been set, it's today, the second round of antique custom applications for nostalgia has been opened, from now until three o'clock this afternoon, you might as well apply for the boss, maybe you can win the bid."
"Yes, okay, I'll apply now."
One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, one Weibo just turned the whole circle into a grand event, at this moment, countless people sit in front of the computer, sort it out by themselves, or let the secretary sort it out, and send the application to Huaigu's official mailbox.
Ten twenty thirty Hundreds of emails have reached Huaigu's official mailbox, and the number is still increasing, and less than an hour after Weibo was posted, the number of applicants has exceeded the total number of people who applied for the first antique custom.
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Obviously, the great success of the first antique order laid the foundation for the second antique order, so when the second antique order came, it became a collective outbreak.
"I rely on, I rely on, I rely on it" In Province A, inside the nostalgic art auction company, a person suddenly stood up from his seat and stared at the screen of his mobile phone and snored.
"What's wrong?"
"Shocked, you want to scare a few to death."
"Quick, look, look at our company's official Weibo."
"What is there to see on the company's official WeChat" "Antique customization, our company's official WeChat says that the antique customization application service has been opened again, and it will end at three o'clock this afternoon."
"Ah, and this kind of thing, how come we don't know" A kind of nostalgic employees are all confused, as an employee of a nostalgic art auction company, they don't know that their company's antique custom service has been opened again, this is definitely a super big joke.
"Is it a mistake in the publicity, why did the company never mention it when it was in a meeting, and the confidentiality work was too good?"
"The latest news, the propaganda side said, they don't know what's going on."
"Damn, it can't be someone stolen."
"You can't steal the number, who is so boring to steal our company's account and steal the celebrity's Weibo account."
"The latest news, the phone on the customer service side has been blown up, they said that Mr.
Gao said that the Weibo was sent by the chairman himself, in order to collect more customized antiques in advance."
"There's nothing strange about what the chairman sent it."
"Well, the chairman has always been a dragon who doesn't see the end of the dragon, and he likes to surprise people, which is normal."
"By the way, didn't the chairman go to the capital?"
"It's like it's the summer auction at Forbe."
"Oh" Everyone looked at each other, and there was a look of sudden realization on their faces.
The chairman must have gone to smash Forby's yard again.
Life is like a year, and Qian Cheng finally knows what it means to live like a year.
A blue and white peony plum vase with a reserve price of 2 million was finally sold at a price of 6 million; A jadeite rough with a reserve price of 3 million was finally sold for 8 million; A superb ivory necklace was finally sold at a price of 7 million, you must know that these lots were predicted to be more than 10 million before the auction, but now, not only is it not more than 10 million, but it is still far from 10 million With a kind of uncomfortable mood of going to the grave, Qian Cheng presided over the auction in a machine manner, and the wonderful words and jokes prepared before had become redundant at this moment, he was not in the mood to speak, and the people in the audience were not in the mood to listen, and no one was more eager than him to hope that today's auction would end soon, and he would find a corner to squat on the ground and draw circles to curse the hateful man.
"Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to participate in our summer auction at Forbes, this concludes today's auction, thank you for your support, goodbye" Due to the dull auction scene and even the failure of the auction many times, the auction was carried out relatively quickly, and it was over in less than one o'clock.
Qian Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the whole person was relaxed, for the result of the auction, although tragic, but also a blessing in misfortune, because many lots were unsold, so that Qian Cheng's pressure on the client was also reduced a lot, if the auction was out, and did not reach the expected price, it would be miserable.
Qian Cheng hurriedly came to the backstage, no one from the staff spoke, the celebration that was originally prepared, no one dared to mention it at this time, the auction ended with such a bleak ending, not to mention the celebration, the paper burning was almost the same.
"Dad, I'm sorry."
Qian Cheng saw his father who appeared in the background, and walked over with his head down.
"It's none of your business."
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 seriously, "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, don't care too much, everything looks forward." ” "But which surname Li is really?"
"Don't talk about it."
Qian Dafu interrupted his son's words, "Let's go."
With that, he turned around and left backstage. yes Qian Cheng was suddenly stunned, and the moment his father turned around, he seemed to see something crystal trembling in his father's eyes.
I cried and shed tears No, absolutely not.
How could my father cry, he must have seen it wrong.
Qian Cheng hurriedly shook his head, and at this time, a staff member hurriedly ran over and said urgently, "Qian, Mr.
Qian, no, nostalgic Boss Li is here again." ” "What" Qian Cheng was startled, and in surprise, he almost fell to the ground.
Weak legs It's back It's back Did you come back to find something?
Is it back to be a demonstration?
It's endless Are you our nemesis?
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