First Lady

Anyone who can enter the venue is equivalent to getting first-hand information, that is ratings, sales... money!

So for them, an admission ticket is very important...

Mingye saw from the monitor the company's specially set up entrance ticket distribution office, those men and women of different colors, for a single entry ticket, they could say all kinds of dirty words, and their privacy could be exposed. The means can be used, and there are many people who add fists and kicks. A few distribution staff behind the cordon are eating melon seeds with relish.

Ming Ye's eyes were cold, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was watching a farce.

This is human nature, they just want to use their affairs to achieve their own ulterior purposes. [

Mingye can guarantee that among these people, there must be people from Ming Manzhen, and... another team sent by Duke Vincent.

The reason why Ming Manzhen dared to come to China was not because she had the support of Duke Vincent behind her.

What they want from the Ming family must still be the treasure that was not stolen 30 years ago.

Hmph... Since you dare to provoke the Ming family, then don't let him kill them all, without leaving any blood relationship!

"Chu Qiao, what time is it?" Ming Ye leaned back a little and asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's already 06:30, young master, do you want to go to Huichang now?" Chu Qiao looked at the time and said.

It takes about 10 minutes to get to the office from the office, so it should be just right to go now.

"No, it's still early, let them wait." Ming Ye sneered, did he say seven o'clock is seven o'clock?Those people are nothing but a bunch of clowns, and they don't deserve his attention at all.

"It's the young master, what should we do if it's seven o'clock and the tickets have not been distributed because of their fight?"

Regarding this point, Chu Qiao was a little worried. Look at those people, they were all making a scene as if they were mortal enemies, and they were still in a mess until now, and only half of the tickets had been issued.

"Then the deadline will not be issued. You can send a message. The deadline for distribution is seven o'clock."

"Yes, Master!"

At seven o'clock in the evening, the lights in the hall of Ming Dynasty, a five-star hotel owned by the Ming family, are flickering, and people are coming and going...

The reporters who walked into the venue were all excited, and most of their faces were bruised and purple.