"Today's turnover has reached a billion for the first time. Antique sales accounted for 71.5 million, while Feng's appraisal fees were... 30.6 million. The net profit was 50 million..."
Zhang Jicheng came over with an account book and announced the tallied figures.
The people who had been moaning about being tired instantly revived with full energy.
"Heavens! That much? A billion? We actually achieved a 'small target' in just one day?"
"What one day? It was clearly half a day, okay? If we hadn't run out of stock at the end, the figure could have been even higher."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Feng God is truly extraordinary, easily achieving a 'small target'."
"This ability to draw money is too strong, right? I'm almost becoming a fan of Mr. Tang."
"I'm already a maple leaf, I'm already in Mr. Tang's fan club..."
Not only these employees, but even Qin Yanan was shocked by this number.
It nearly matched the usual turnover of several months.
