The next day, in the hall of the Duke Residence, Mu Lingyun's voice rang out like a thunderclap, shaking everyone present.
"Yesterday's auction turnover reached 18.32 million, bulk transactions reached 65.26 million, and special transactions reached 10 million, for a subtotal of 93.58 million."
"Adding in the agency rights payments for the next two years, worth 42 million, the total comes to 135.58 million."
"Of course, 35.89 million of that is still on credit and has not yet arrived, but the relevant parties have clearly stated that payment will be completed within three months."
The moment she said this, the hall burst into an uproar.
To the Ji, Liu, and Dugu Clans, who had only just joined, as well as the branch families of Xi Li Dao Gao and Shen Lang, this was simply an astronomical figure.
The funds they had handled in the past had amounted to only a few million gold coins at most.
Even the Liu Clan, which possessed the greatest financial strength, had only come close to ten million gold coins in annual operating revenue in its best years, and that was revenue before costs were deducted, not net profit.
Let alone them—even the core clansmen of the Chen Clan were equally shaken beyond words.
A cash scale of this magnitude was usually something only those super-large chambers of commerce possessed.
And most of this was closely tied to that mysterious Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. From this, it was clear just how important a secret realm was to a great clan.
As the clan leader, Chen Yu spoke in a low voice and asked, "Sister-in-law, are these numbers really correct?"
Mu Lingyun answered confidently, "The figures have been checked three times. There is absolutely no mistake."
When Zhu Yanfeng heard that, he loosened his