"Okay, sir." The secretary took the order and left.

I don't know how much time passed, but just as his breathing gradually became evener, there were two "dong dong" knocks on the door, and a familiar voice sounded again: "Minister Noel, please excuse me."

"Didn't I ask you to send the manuscript directly for proofreading?" The senior official's whole body moved slightly.

"The telegram from the last school has just arrived, and their fare plan...has also changed compared to previous years," the secretary said.

The voice under the mask was a little annoyed: "Then update the draft in real time. Do you have to tell me right away?"

"This, mainly... the changes are a bit... big..." the secretary said cautiously, "So, uh... I don't know if there will be any big reaction from the media if we send it out. Although we only accept reports, not approval, we are independent

The power lies with the school, but I always feel that...it would be better to ask you?"

"How big can it be? I remember that in the past, the bands outside the top three all had 6 pounds for the exclusive tickets. Can it be changed to 7 pounds? 8 pounds? Or 9 pounds? Which school is it? Can't we just ask them to adjust it?"

The secretary couldn't help but take a few more glances at the telegram in his hand. It was clearly written in black and white and there was no such possibility. However, at this moment, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he was extremely worried that he had read it wrong and would cause an accident that would disturb the minister's rest.

After she confirmed again that her eyes were not blurry, she spoke cautiously again:

"Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra... In this year's ticketing plan, the price of a distinguished ticket... is 18 pounds."

Hearing this, the minister almost fell off the couch.
Chapter completed!