I can copy the three thousand avenues

When Wen Lan returned to the venue, Zhou Qiao called her back.

According to convention, advertising sponsors can only set one C position in the audience to highlight their unique status.

Now Xie Yansheng and Jiang Jingci paid the same sponsorship fee, and Zhou Qiao was in a dilemma.

Although Zhou Qiao hated Xie Yansheng, she didn't dare to favor one over the other for the sake of money.

Wen Lan had just parted ways with Xie Yansheng, and she was afraid that she would be affected again. No matter how Zhou Qiao asked, she didn't express a single opinion.

"My idea is to set up two seats in the best position of the stands, so that Xie Zha Zha and Lao Jiang can share the same status." Zhou Qiao frowned slightly, "But the director said that if the two gods of wealth sit side by side, there will be a strong smell of gunpowder, and it is best to separate the east and west directions. But China has always said that the east is more valuable, and who sits in the east and the west is another problem." M.

"You are the boss, you have the final say." Wen Lan immediately distanced herself.

"You are still playing tricks on me at this critical moment!" Zhou Qiao bit her red lips lightly, "No matter how I arrange it, one party will be dissatisfied. But if you are the one who ranks, they will not say anything even if they are dissatisfied, and they will not have any complaints against TT."

"You are the one who collects the sponsorship fee, I will not take the blame for you." Wen Lan was firm in his attitude.

Seeing that she was not fooled, Zhou Qiao looked at her watch anxiously and said to the director behind her: "Time is tight, just do as I said and arrange two seats in the best position."

"Mr. Zhou, are you sure?" The director looked embarrassed.

"Very sure." After Zhou Qiao expressed his position again, he whispered to Wen Lan, "If Xie Zha Zha and Lao Jiang really fight at that time, I will not be responsible."

Wen Lan's mind was full of "Yihe Sanatorium" and he was in no mood to respond.

Then, an extremely formal rehearsal was held in the venue.

Wen Lan sat in the audience, watching and writing down the problems he found with a pen.

Halfway through the rehearsal, Wen Lan's mobile phone, which was set to vibrate, rang. It was Shen Yi.

At this time, the music in the venue was deafening. She ran outside as fast as she could and clicked the answer button.

"I've arrived at the 'Yihe Sanatorium' in Qinghe County--" Shen Yi's voice was exhausted.

Wen Lan held her breath and concentrated, fearing that she would miss any news about Ji Minxin.

"I asked the director and staff of the sanatorium, and they don't have a patient named Ji Minxin in their sanatorium." Shen Yi said disappointedly.

"Could it be that the name has been changed?" Wen Lan still chose to believe Wen Zuming, and said anxiously, "Shen Yi, please help me ask again-she is in her forties and lost her ability to move and consciousness due to a car accident many years ago!"

"I've asked, and there's really no one." Shen Yi on the other end of the phone was afraid that she would be disappointed, so he changed the subject, "Don't worry, I'll start from the first floor now, and look for my aunt one room at a time."

"Shen Yi, please help me find it, because-my aunt is very important to me!" Wen Lan was so anxious that she turned around in circles, wishing she could fly over immediately.

"I will." Shen Yi responded solemnly and ended the call.

Wen Lan's head began to ache slightly. Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't figure it out.

Walking into the venue again, the harsh fashion show music made her even more upset.

An hour later, Shen Yi called again and said that he had seen all the patients in the rooms of the "Yihe Sanatorium", and none of them met Ji Minxin's conditions.

Wen Lan did not give up, but did not want to trouble Shen Yi again. After thanking him, she persuaded him to return to the city.

Shen Yi felt guilty for not being able to help her, and comforted her to take her time and not rush to find someone.

Before ending the call, Shen Yi asked her if she would come to Hongcheng tomorrow morning?

"I have already booked the flight ticket. I won't give up if I don't go to the "Yihe Sanatorium" to take a look." She replied without thinking.

"Call me after landing, and I will take you to Qinghe." Shen Yi said in a faint tone.

"You have helped me so much today. I can't bother you anymore." Wen Lan leaned against the marble wall and put her hand on her aching temple.

Shen Yi said nothing more and chose to end the call.

For this TT New Year's show, except for the bigwigs from all walks of life who received the invitation letter, the seats in the stands were sold online.

In order to squeeze the maximum economic value out of each ticket, Zhou Qiao took great pains and adopted a "hunger-style" sales.

Twelve hours after TT's New Year's show was hyped up on Jiangcheng's hot search, more than 100 high-priced tickets were released online. After they were sold out, the ticket sales channel was immediately closed.

When the more than 100 tickets were hyped up to three times the price on the black market, Zhou Qiao slowly released the remaining tickets, but the price also soared to twice the original price.

Wen Lan admired Zhou Qiao, the "black-hearted capitalist".

Because she was only interested in women's clothing design, this kind of business operation was both sneered and disdained to touch.

Even though Xie Yansheng repeatedly urged her, she still stayed at TT as a women's clothing designer and had no intention of starting a new business and becoming a boss.

At around 6:00 p.m., media reporters and individual guests entered the venue one after another.

The last part of the New Year's show was the curtain call of the designers and models. In order to look good on camera, Wen Lan asked a professional makeup artist to put on exquisite makeup.

At around 7:00 p.m., bigwigs from all walks of life with invitations slowly entered the venue.

Zhou Qiao invited the top etiquette company in Jiangcheng to welcome guests this time. The young and beautiful ladies in uniform smiled and sent each bigwig to their seats.

Xie Yansheng and Jiang Jingci were also among them.

Both wore black handmade suits and white shirts with good texture.

The difference was that Xie Yansheng had a bow tie around his neck, while Jiang Jingci wore a tie.

After sitting down, their eyes intertwined inadvertently.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Thank you, sir."

Look at each other, smile, and say hello at the same time.

Xie Yansheng looked at his seat, then at Jiang Jingci beside him, and said mockingly: "Isn't there only one C position? Zhou Qiao only cares about collecting money, and doesn't even have a bottom line."

"There is no bottom line in this world. As long as the money is in place, there can be many C positions." Jiang Jingci said in a slightly cold tone, "I just don't know which one, Mr. Xie or I, will be lucky enough to be able to sit firmly in the C position."

"I have always been very lucky." Xie Yansheng smiled wildly, "Being able to meet Wen Lan and marry her back home is a kind of luck that Mr. Jiang cannot compare to."

"That's natural." Jiang Jingci smiled, "Mr. Jiang was so lucky that he got a divorce."

"What does divorce mean?" Xie Yansheng was not annoyed and lowered his voice, "Lanlan and I went to bed as before, without even wearing those things."

Jiang Jingci frowned upon hearing this.

Compared with someone like Xie Yansheng who had no bottom line, he could only be defeated.

At this time, the woman they longed for was busy backstage.