When Wen Lan returned to the venue, he was stopped by Zhou Qiao.

According to the convention, the advertising sponsor can only set one C position in the audience to highlight the difference of its status.

Now that Xie Yansheng and Jiang Jing have resigned from the same sponsorship fee, Zhou Qiao has made a difficulty.

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

Wen Langang and Xie Yan broke up unhappily, afraid that it would affect her again, no matter how Ren Zhouqiao asked, she didn't express a word.

"My idea is to have two seats in the best position in the stands, so that Xie and Lao Jiang can be equal." Zhou Qiao frowned slightly, "But the director said that when 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 in two directions." However, since ancient times, China has a saying that the east is precious, and it is a difficult problem who sits on the east and sits on the west."

"You're the boss, you have the final say." Wen Lan immediately cleared himself.

"You're still playing tricks on me at this juncture!" Zhou Qiao bit his red lip lightly, "No matter how I arrange it, there will be one party who is dissatisfied. But if it's up to you to rank, they won't say anything even if they're dissatisfied, and they won't complain about TT."

"You're the one who collects the sponsorship fee, so I won't take the blame for you." Wen Lan was resolute.

Zhou Qiao saw that she was not fooled, looked at her watch anxiously, and said to the director behind her, "Time is pressing, just arrange two seats in the best position according to what I said."

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

"Pretty sure." After Zhou Qiao expressed his position again, he whispered to Wen Lan, "When the time comes, Xie Slag and Lao Jiang really want to fight, and I am not responsible."

Wen Lan's mind was occupied by the "Summer Palace Sanatorium", and he was in no mood to respond.

This was followed by a very formal rehearsal in the venue.

Wen Lan sat in the audience, reading and taking notes on the problems he found.

Halfway through the rehearsal, Wen Lan's mobile phone rang, it was Shen Yi.

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

"I've arrived at the 'Summer Palace' in Qinghe County—" Shen Yi's voice was full of exhaustion.

Wen Lan held his breath and stared, for fear of missing Ji Minxin's news.

"I asked the director and staff of the nursing home, and there was no patient named Ji Minxin in their nursing home." Shen Yi said disappointedly.

"Could it be a name change?" Wen Lan still chose to believe Wen Zuming, and said eagerly, "Shen Yi, please help me ask again—she is in her forties, and she lost her mobility and consciousness due to a car accident many years ago!"

"I've asked, but I really don't." Shen Yi on the other end of the phone was afraid that she would be disappointed, so he hurriedly changed the conversation, "Don't worry, I'll start from the first floor now, room by room, and see if I can find my aunt."

"Shen Yi, please help me find it, because aunt is very important to me!" Wen Lan was so anxious that he spun around in place, eager to fly over immediately.

"I will." Shen Yi responded in a deep voice and ended the call.

Wen Lan's head began to ache faintly, her mind was a mess, and she couldn't figure it out.

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

An hour later, Shen Yi's phone call came again, saying that none of the patients in all the rooms of the "Summer Palace" matched Ji Min's mental condition.

Wen Lan didn't give up, but he didn't want to trouble Shen Yi anymore, and after thanking him, he persuaded him to go back to the city.

failed to help her, Shen Yi was full of guilt, and comforted her to take her time, and she couldn't rush to find someone.

Before ending the call, Shen Yi asked her if she would come to Hong Kong City tomorrow morning.

"I've already booked a plane ticket, I won't give up if I don't go to the 'Summer Palace' to see it." She replied without thinking.

"Call me when you land, and I'll take you to Qinghe." Shen Yi's tone was quiet.

"You've helped me too much today, I can't bother you anymore." Wen Lan leaned against the marble wall, reaching out to press her sore temples.

Shen Yi didn't say anything more and chose to end the call

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In addition to the bigwigs from all walks of life who received invitations, the seats in the stands were sold online.

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

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

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

Wen Lan admired Zhou Qiao, a "black-hearted capitalist", with a capital letter.

Because she is only interested in women's clothing design, this kind of commercial operation is both scoffing and disdainful of touching.

So much so that Xie Yansheng instigated her many times, but she still kept to herself as a women's clothing designer in TT, and did not have the idea of becoming a boss from scratch.

At six o'clock in the evening, there were media reporters and individual tourists entering the venue.

The last part of the New Year's show was the curtain call of the designer and the model together, and Wen Lan asked the professional makeup artist to put on exquisite makeup in order to look good on camera.

At seven o'clock, bigwigs from all walks of life with invitations slowly entered.

Zhou Qiao invited the top etiquette company in Jiangcheng to welcome her this time, and the young and beautiful young lady in uniform was smiling and sent each big man to their respective seats.

Xie Yansheng and Jiang Jingci are also among them.

Both wore well-textured black handmade suits and white shirts.

The difference is that Xie Yansheng wears a bow tie around his neck, and Jiang Jingci wears a tie.

After taking their seats, the eyes of the two invariably intertwined.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Xie."

Look at each other and 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 he 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 a lot of C positions." Jiang Jingci's tone was a little cold, "I just don't know, which one is lucky between me and Mr. Xie to be able to sit firmly in the C position."

"I've always been lucky." Xie Yansheng smiled wantonly, "To meet Wen Lan and marry her back home, this kind of luck is not comparable to Mr. Jiang."

"That's nature." Jiang Jingci smiled, "Mr. Jiang was also lucky enough to divorce the marriage."

"What does divorce mean?" Xie Yansheng was not annoyed, and lowered his voice, "Lan Lan and I still go to bed as before, and we don't even have to wear that thing."

Jiang Jingci frowned when he heard this.

Compared with people like Xie Yansheng, who have no bottom line, he can only bow to the wind.

At this time, the woman they were thinking about was busy in the background.