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What does it mean to be "slapped in the face"?

What does it mean to "team up and slap someone in the face"?

The members of the Cui Family Chamber of Commerce exemplified this perfectly.

Ultimately, everyone tacitly chose to forget their memories.

They remained silent about the agreement reached the night before last.

Qian Fugui's narrow eyes quickly scanned the area around him.

I might as well stop pretending.

If you're already shameless enough, why are you still being so pretentious and trying to hide it?

He cleared his throat, still trying to save face.

"I'm just here to watch the fun."

"right."

Zhou Fuhai responded very quickly; he had to take the opportunity to save face.

"I came to take a look too."

"Me too."

Sun Maocai picked up the free tea in front of him and took a sip. His thick skin was something he had earned himself.

"I'm just curious and taking a look; I don't plan to buy anything."

The owners of the dozen or so shops behind them all said in unison, "Just came to see what was going on," and that's how they got through it.

Dignity is something we give to each other.

In this way, no one can look down on anyone else.

Nobody should call anyone a dog!

One by one, everyone took their seats.

The leaders at the front sat stiffly, their eyes darting around, and none of them looked at each other anymore.

Behind the curtain, Gu Mingyue looked at the group of people and sneered.

"Sixth Brother, let's begin."

Upon receiving the order, Yan Xiaoliu quickly walked up to the high platform.

He cleared his throat and began to speak in a loud voice.

"Gentlemen! Today's auction is divided into three categories!"

"First-class: Ordinary shop space within the construction fence surrounding the competition venue. Visitors to the logistics development zone will be able to see your shop's signboard. Estimated daily pageviews: 10,000. There are 100 slots available. Starting price: 10,000 taels each, maximum price: 20,000 taels."

A commotion broke out in the arena.

About a hundred people sat on long wooden benches.

The first three rows are occupied by the owners of those large trading companies.

The next seven or eight rows are all small and medium-sized businesses.

The vendors selling rouge and face powder, the potters, the blacksmiths, and the pastry makers all touched the silver notes in their pockets, their faces filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

Yan Xiaoliu slammed the gavel in his hand.

"Regular shop spaces under construction fences are now for sale! 10,000 taels each! 100 spaces available! Interested parties please raise your paddles!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the back rows raised their number plates in a flurry.

"I want one!"

"Over here, over here!"

"Look at me! I held up the sign first!"

The small and medium-sized merchants had none of the arrogance of the big bosses in the front row.

Ten thousand taels was indeed a painful sum for them, but the logistics park had a daily passenger flow of 10,000 people, plus the powerful and wealthy people from all over the country flocking in during the competition.

Anyone can do the math.

The dozen or so accounting assistants waiting on the sidelines immediately stepped forward and moved around the arena with great professionalism.

Register each person's name, business name, and payment confirmation.

The movements were extremely fast.

"Number seventeen, sold!"

"Number twenty-three, sold!"

The sounds of registration echoed throughout the room.

The owners of the major businesses in the front row remained seated and did not move.

They were all holding teacups, pretending to drink and drink.

But their eyes kept glancing backward.

For a large shop like Jinhuafang with annual revenue of hundreds of thousands of taels, a construction site costing 10,000 taels is, frankly, a bit beneath its dignity.

They were interested in the latter two categories.

The problem is that the number of first-class spots is decreasing rapidly.

"Number 51! Sold!"

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, more than half of the one hundred spots had already been filled.

The small and medium-sized merchants in the back row were scrambling for the seats like they were rushing to buy New Year's goods. Those who managed to get a photo were all smiles, their faces flushed, and their colleagues were boasting about which spot they had secured.

"Number 78! Sold!"

"Number 85! Sold!"

There are twenty left.

Qian Fugui sat in the first row and couldn't help but start bobbing his legs.

He picked up the teacup in his hand, put it down, and then picked it up again.

The shopkeeper next to him leaned close and whispered something in his ear.

Qian Fugui waved his hand, indicating that there was no rush.

"Number ninety-third! Sold!"

"Number ninety-seven! Sold!"

"Number one hundred! The last one! Sold!"

Zhou Fuhai couldn't sit still any longer.

He shifted his position on the bench a couple of times and glanced back.

On the back rows of benches, the boss who managed to get a good seat was overjoyed, while those who didn't were stamping their feet in frustration.

Yan Xiaoliu slammed the gavel.

"First-class items, completely sold out!"

A sigh of regret came from the back row.

Several small business owners who missed out stood up, stamping their feet in frustration. They muttered, "We shouldn't have hesitated when we raised our signs."

The expressions of the owners of the large businesses in the front row changed slightly.

One hundred spots available.

From the start of the auction to the sell-out, it took less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

They were all snatched up by those small businesses that they looked down upon.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat tense.

Qian Fugui had lost the composure he had when he first entered. He rubbed the rim of his teacup with his fingers, his ears perked up as he listened to the discussions of the merchants in the back row.

Sun Maocai's accountant tugged at his sleeve.

"Boss, these 100 spots were snapped up so quickly. There are only 30 spots left for merchants."

Sun Maocai's throat moved slightly.

He understood what that meant.

One hundred spots were gone in the blink of an eye.

Thirty?

If you hesitate, you may miss the opportunity!

Yan Xiaoliu tidied up the table on the stage and replaced the wooden sign with a new one.

"Second-tier! Exclusively for merchants within the venue!"

"A total of thirty places are available. The starting price is 30,000 taels. The categories cover fifteen major categories, including wine, snacks, medicinal herbs, silk, porcelain, handicrafts, and souvenirs."

"Only two companies are allowed to be selected for each category. Bidding will be conducted, and the highest bidder wins."

He cleared his throat.

"Attention all business owners. This batch of goods is exclusively supplied to merchants not only during the competition period."

"The organizing committee will also prepare a gift bag for every spectator entering the venue."

"The merchant names and goods will be directly packaged into souvenirs and taken back to various states and provinces by guests from all over the world."

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Then, more than a dozen owners of large businesses simultaneously put down their teacups, sat up straight, and stared wide-eyed.

Souvenirs?!

The teams participating in the competition came from all states across the country.

The dignitaries who came to watch the game were spread all over Dayong.

By taking the souvenirs back with them, these people essentially spread the name of their business to every corner of Dayong for free.

This is much more valuable than any construction site fence or landscaping.

Liu Wansheng gasped and turned to look at Qian Fugui.

Qian Fugui pursed his lips, staring intently at the sign on the stage, squinting as he considered something.

Yan Xiaoliu did not give them time to discuss or negotiate.

He slammed the gavel.

"Grains and oils! Starting price 30,000 taels! Raise your bid if interested!"

This time, no one hesitated.

A flurry of signs were raised from the audience.

Liu Wansheng of Ruifeng Grain Store was the first to rush to raise it.

Thirty thousand taels.

A medium-sized business next to it immediately followed suit by raising its sign.

Thirty-five thousand.

"Forty thousand!" Liu Wansheng raised the price.

Gu Mingyue sat behind the curtain, holding a teacup, with a slight smile on her lips.

The auction for grain and oil products went back and forth between two medium-sized merchants for a while, and finally the hammer fell at 60,000 taels.

The two grain and oil merchants each received one spot.

I'm very fortunate.

Compared to the opportunity to expand their business and escape the control of the Cui family, who would care about a mere 60,000 taels?