I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 791 - 532: Blazing Hot

[[Only an idiot would go watch that. Even if they paid me a tenth of a Yuan, I wouldn't go to this Magic Feast. And what the hell? A ticket for one point? With that money, wouldn't it be better to spend it on some fun with a girl?]

[I just checked, the organizer of the Magic Feast is Shitty Little Station. What a fucking money grab. Even if God Xia's magic is amazing, I just can't accept this price!]

[I was about to go to Qingyun Stadium to check out the situation, but guess what? The stadium was completely closed off, surrounded by a ton of security guards and police who had set up a cordon. They said it was under renovation, but I bet the organizers are expanding it because I could hear the constant sound of machinery from inside!]

It wasn't just on Weibo; a growing chorus of voices boycotting the event also appeared on platforms like Douyin and Shitty Little Station.

Everyone felt that the ticket prices for this Magic Feast were just too high, ridiculously so. A regular ticket for one-tenth of a Yuan was a price never before seen in history. Even for world-class stars' concerts, VIP tickets only cost a few dozen li each.

In Peng Changye's villa, he also saw the ticket prices online, and his mood instantly soured.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed Cao Jun's number. After a while, the call connected, and Peng Changye spoke in a negotiating tone.

"Director Cao, you've seen the news online, right? The price we discussed for the regular seats was ten li per ticket, right? How did it get raised to one point? Isn't that set a bit too high?"

On the other end of the line, Cao Jun replied indifferently, "Haha, Changye, are you questioning my market research? In the realm of magic, I'm no match for you, but when it comes to business, you still have a lot to learn. Alright, that's all. I've got things to attend to. Oh, and you'd better prepare your magic act properly. A lot of people are watching this time, so you can't screw up. We have a contract, and if you breach it, you probably won't be able to afford the penalty of several thousand Yuan."

After hanging up, Peng Changye angrily smashed his phone to the ground and cursed, "Fuck! Is Cao Jun out of his mind? I'm his damn partner! This isn't what you said before! Now that it's time to make money, you dare to start ordering me around?"

Just then, the door opened and Willis walked in. Seeing Peng Changye, he asked directly, "Changye, did you know the organizer for the Magic Feast was changed to Shitty Little Station? The TV station sold the hosting rights to Yang Xiu from Shitty Little Station. I just heard about it from an acquaintance at the station."

Peng Changye's expression changed upon hearing this. If that was the case, then everything made sense. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

No wonder the ticket prices were ten times their initial budget. The organizers had been swapped out. But why hadn't Cao Jun informed him? Why wouldn't he tell him about something so major?

At that moment, Peng Changye's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was from the sports marketing department, making him jolt with apprehension.

A terrible premonition surfaced. When they were first organizing the Magic Feast, he had a verbal agreement with Cao Jun that the rights to auction the venue's advertising spots would be his. This meant all the advertising placements and sponsorship rights for the Magic Feast were under his control, allowing him to sell the ad slots and make a large sum of money.

However, they never signed a formal agreement, and Peng Changye had already pre-sold more than a dozen advertising rights, earning over ten Yuan.

Now that Cao Jun had sold the hosting rights to the Magic Feast as a package deal without telling him, he likely sold the advertising rights along with them. At this thought, Peng Changye didn't dare to answer the phone. Instead, he pulled out another phone and called Cao Jun. As the head of the satellite TV station and the main person behind the event, there were some things he needed to confirm immediately.

Soon, the call connected, and Cao Jun's impatient voice came through.

"Changye, didn't I tell you I'm in a meeting? Calling me now is disruptive."

Peng Changye softly apologized before continuing, "Director Cao, I want to ask, why did you sell the hosting rights to Shitty Little Station without discussing it with me? We originally planned to co-host this Magic Feast. I don't want to get hung up on that anymore, but I need the advertising auction rights back from you. I've already sold all the ads for the Magic Feast. You have to get the rights back from the boss of Shitty Little Station. You've already made the big bucks; you can't leave me without even a drop of soup to drink, can you?"

Cao Jun was silent for a moment before saying, "Honestly, Changye, I didn't anticipate this either. But you know how it is in business; integrity is everything. I've already made a deal with Shitty Little Station, so I can't go back on my word. I think you should negotiate with the head of Shitty Little Station about this. I'm no longer the organizer of the Magic Feast, so it's useless talking to me."

After he finished speaking, he hung up.

Peng Changye was so furious he felt like he was about to explode.

He had earned over ten Yuan from more than a dozen advertisers, but if their advertisements couldn't be displayed at the Magic Feast, the breach of contract fees would be seven hundred Yuan.

Such a huge sum of money would probably bankrupt him.