154 One million three hundred thousand

The summer press conference was finalized on March 20th, and now it is March 9th, leaving little time for Li Manjun.

But for the sake of not long after she gave birth, Zhong Xueli gave her a little assistant.

After the establishment of Sherry Studio, Li Manjun came to the design department for the first time.

Completely different from the tall style of the store, the design department sounds very foreign, but it is more appropriate to call it a processing workshop.

After Zhong Xueli's draft is finalized, it is sent to the design department to make a board, and after the final board is determined, it is sent to the custom room next to the design department to be handmade.

However, this kind of customization is only for high-end customization, and the general customization is sewn by the machine, which is fast and the garment is strong and resistant.

But even with machine processing, the workers in the entire processing room worked day and night for two months to complete all the ready-to-wear on the catwalk of this series.

There are still some high-end customizations left, which need to be completed in time for the start of the press conference.

The assistant said that for this summer press conference, Mr. Zhong started work the day after the Chinese New Year's Eve, and lived in the workshop for a whole month, and did not return home.

Lu Shengming has been here a few times, and the husband and wife seem to have quarreled over this.

The last time was during the Lantern Festival, when the old people wanted to have a reunion dinner, Lu Shengming came to find Zhong Xueli, and sat in the reception hall for two hours before seeing her.

Lu Shengming thought that he could finally go home after this busy time, who would have thought, his wife just came out to say to him and apologized to her parents for her, she couldn't have a reunion dinner together, and turned her head to go to the board with the people in the design department.

Lu Shengming did not go back to the Lantern Festival, but had been waiting for her in Zhong Xueli's office, and when Zhong Xueli came back in the early morning, the husband and wife had a big quarrel in the office.

Lu Shengming tore up Zhong Xueli's manuscript that he had worked hard to design for a month, and said that the thing he regretted the most was to support her to open this studio and ignore her becoming a family.

Zhong Xueli stayed alone in the office until dawn, and when she walked out of the office, she had already picked up the redrawn manuscript and continued to work, just like no one.

Li Manjun knew that she was holding her breath to prove that her choice was right.

I didn't expect things to develop to such a drastic point, after listening to the little assistant's relay, Li Manjun no longer shirked the work given to him by Zhong Xueli, and silently found a venue.

The catwalk requires a large venue, and considering the spring rain in March, the outdoor venue is excluded, and it is really not easy to find such a large venue indoors.

Zhong Xueli's little assistant can drive, rented a car, and took Li Manjun to turn around all the shopping malls in Rongcheng, and unfortunately found that now the domestic large shopping malls have not yet been established, and there are no indoor shopping malls that can meet the catwalk conditions.

Li Manjun went to the hotel to see the venue again, the people at the hotel welcomed them very much, but they refused to drop a dime, Li Manjun looked at the pitiful budget in his hand, and could only think of other ways.

The little assistant parked the car at the door of the foreign hotel, and Li Manjun looked at the resplendent hotel lobby and thought about whether to try it again.

This is the last hotel that has not asked for the price, but the reason why it is left at the end is also because it is the most expensive hotel in Rongcheng, and Li Manjun, who has been deeply hurt by the offers of other hotels, has no confidence.

So, I can only sit in the car and constantly build my own psychology.

"Manager Li, your phone seems to be ringing."

Li Manjun came back to his senses and took out the big brother from his bag to answer.

Zhu Yaowei's voice came from the phone, and there were some noisy background tones, which didn't seem to be calling from a public phone booth.

Thinking of the recent situation in Haishi, Li Manjun nodded to the little assistant, and only then asked when he got off the station on the side of the road:

"Is something wrong?"

The day before, Zhu Yaowei called her and told her that the price of the warrants in the sea market had risen like crazy, and a set of warrants with a complete number on the black market had reached 13,000 yuan.

Many people bought subscription warrants for various reasons in the early stage, some made a move at 3,000, some shot more than 5,000, and a few scattered people who could endure until 10,000.

People didn't expect it to rise to this point, thinking that it would be safe to go into the bag, and now it's all out of the way.

Zhu Yaowei has so many sets of warrants in his hand, it is impossible to reveal the news at all, and many people have already found him and want to buy the warrants in his hand.

And the new shares have already started to be drawn, so she told Zhu Yaowei the day before that she would sell some of the warrants now.

She had to sell a hundred sets to have enough money to play with the remaining fifty sets of warrants.

Zhu Yaowei didn't care about the 17 sets of Li Manjun in his hand, how he wanted to operate it was up to him.

It stands to reason that it will take a certain amount of time for so many sets of warrants to be sold, after all, the people who can take out more than one million in one go are only the top ones.

Therefore, when Zhu Yaowei called, he definitely didn't tell her that the warrants had been sold out.

Thinking of the madness of the people of Haishi at the moment, Li Manjun's heart was raised, don't be robbed of the subscription warrant, right?

Zhu Yaowei's tone sounded quite relaxed, and he said: "I have sold fifty sets of your part, but I feel that the price will go up to another peak in the last two days, do you want to keep it?" ”

Since Li Manjun asked Zhu Yaowei to take money to buy a subscription warrant in the sea market, he has never put forward any opinions or suggestions at every step she said.

Today, for the first time such a suggestion is made.

"Is there anything new?" Li Manjun asked tentatively.

"Yes, there is." Concise.

Li Manjun was accustomed to his omitted language, and helplessly asked, "What news?" Is the source reliable? ”

"I say intuition, do you believe it?" In fact, he read the news and newspapers in recent days and sensed that the wind was changing.

But this kind of thing by feeling, he can't describe in detail.

Li Manjun didn't dare to believe him, the price of the subscription warrant had risen to the point where it had exceeded her expectations, and she didn't dare to bet anymore.

didn't think much about it, Li Manjun replied affirmatively: "Let's settle down, continue to dispose of it, and the new shares will be released in a few days." ”

"Don't be too crazy either, take care to stay calm." She reminded.

Zhu Yaowei let out a long sigh and complained to her rarely, "I knew you didn't believe it." ”

However, Li Manjun is in Rongcheng, and he has not stayed in the sea market where everyone is crazy now, and his brain may be clearer than him.

The phone hung up, Zhu Yaowei returned the big brother in his hand to the owner of the salon shop, and continued to sell Li Manjun's remaining fifty sets of subscription warrants.

Such a large amount of outflow caused a frantic scramble among the merchants in the salon.

Zhu Yao always kept smiling, as if the money was no longer money in his eyes, just a pile of paper.

A set of 13,000 yuan was sold, and 1.3 million yuan in cash was in hand, and two duffel bags were packed.

The businessman who didn't grab it chased him out and asked him if he had any warrants to sell.

Zhu Yaowei just waved his hand and did not answer.

Li Manjun is going to make a move, and now the rest is his own, but now he doesn't sell.