Chapter 025: High-Priced Tickets Face Frenzied Scramble

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After receiving the 398 newly issued concert tickets, Le Xiaotian took Sun Yuzhen to change clothes.

On their way to a hotel, Sun Yuzhen finally asked, "Honey, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Le Xiaotian laughed heartily and reassured her, "Really, there's nothing to worry about. Just wait and watch—I’ll show you how I can sell all 398 high-priced tickets until they're gone. Your husband's abilities are truly terrifying."

Half an hour later, Le Xiaotian and Sun Yuzhen walked out of the hotel once more.

They hailed a taxi and arrived at Beihai Forest Park.

Since it wasn’t suitable for Sun Yuzhen to appear in public, Le Xiaotian arranged for her to stay aside.

He himself found a nearby company and obtained tables, chairs, and sound equipment.

By nine o’clock, everything was set up.

The banner was eye-catching enough, the formation of over a dozen people drew attention, and people gradually gathered.

Soon, someone recognized Le Xiaotian and called out his stage name.

The crowd grew larger. Several dozen who had attended Jiufeng the previous night also arrived, having received word.

This was the Le Xiaotian who had left without performing last night, the host and singer of "Xiaotian’s Request Show".

When these two pieces of information came together, the mood in the crowd reached a boiling point.

Then, television stations and several entertainment companies appeared, and the scene became lively.

Le Xiaotian, who had been resting with his eyes closed, now opened them.

Seeing the small square in the forest park packed to the brim, he switched on the microphone: "Everyone, please quiet down."

Perhaps due to recent training, Le Xiaotian's aura had become stronger and more commanding.

Within moments, the crowd of thousands quieted down—a demonstration of overwhelming presence.

Once silence fell, Le Xiaotian smiled and said, "The reason I called everyone here today is very simple: Tonight at 9 o’clock, I will sell 398 tickets for the second solo hall in Jiufeng Music Hall, right here."

He paused, allowing the crowd to murmur, and took a couple swigs of mineral water from the table.

After setting down the bottle, he continued, "I suppose you all have one question now: Why is the performer himself selling tickets? What’s the price? Why hold such a grand event for ticket sales—what’s so special about it?"

Hearing his approachable tone and seeing his natural expression, everyone laughed. The atmosphere became harmonious, and the sense of unfamiliarity faded.

Sensing this subtle shift, Le Xiaotian said, "Those who were at my show last night, raise your hands."

He glanced at the crowd and continued, "This morning, you were notified. If you weren’t notified, don’t worry. Now, everyone with their hand raised, please go to the staff on either side and collect your money. Bring your ticket stub—no worries if you don’t have it, just say you were there."

At this, many were confused, uncertain what might come next.

Then he explained, "About last night’s canceled performance, to be fair, I bear some responsibility. So, for everyone who bought a ticket, you can claim ten times compensation."

Wow!

When he announced ten times compensation, the crowd erupted.

Refunds for tickets? And tenfold returns—what on earth was going on?

As the crowd grew restless, Le Xiaotian pressed his right palm down: "Don’t get excited, you heard me right. If your ticket last night cost 500 Dance Dollars, you can now collect 5,000 Dance Dollars. No strings attached—just take your money. Understood?"

Understood, of course. Yet such an act was utterly baffling.

Reportedly, there were about 100 spectators last night, with an average ticket price of 500 Dance Dollars at Jiufeng.

So, tenfold compensation meant he’d be losing 500,000 Dance Dollars.

Half a million Dance Dollars?!

What’s this, handing out money? Is he courting attention, or is his head not screwed on right?

Countless questions filled the crowd, for Le Xiaotian’s tenfold compensation was truly shocking.

Normally, after a show, there’s no reason to refund ticket money.

Even if he wanted to salvage his reputation, standard compensation would suffice—why tenfold? Is he rich and foolish?

Finally, as the discussions grew louder, a female reporter raised her voice, "Hello, Brother Xiaotian. I’m a reporter from Beihai TV. May I ask, is there any special reason for what you’re doing?"

Le Xiaotian glanced at her and smiled, "If there’s a special reason, it’s related to today’s ticket-selling theme."

After the reporter’s question, Le Xiaotian steered the topic back to today’s theme—ticket sales.

He knew many were curious, many were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Especially Zhang Lei, the one he had talked into this. If Le Xiaotian couldn’t sell all 398 tickets, Zhang Lei would be happier than anyone.

The copyrights for ten famous pieces could launch him to the peak of life, shed his old wife, and marry a rich beauty.

But, as the grand conductor and Dance God, he was destined to disappoint them!

Again he pressed down his hand to calm the crowd, then smiled, "Now that’s settled, let’s get to business. The business, as I said, concerns the ticket prices for tonight’s show at Jiufeng’s second solo hall."

Hearing this, many in the audience grumbled inwardly.

Damn, just say it already! You’ve gone in circles for ages and still haven’t answered. What’s the game?

Though dissatisfied, no one protested.

He took another sip of "Beiming" mineral water and finally revealed, "Tonight’s ticket prices range from 3,000 to 20,000 Dance Dollars. Simply put, that’s ten times higher than last night! Alright, sales start now."

Wow!

The crowd erupted again—the atmosphere was at its peak.

"Are you serious? The cheapest ticket is 3,000 Dance Dollars? The most expensive is 20,000?"

"Even Jiufeng’s main hall never charged so much!"

"Damn, tenfold compensation, tenfold ticket price—you’ve got guts! I admire you!"

"Are my ears playing tricks? I can barely afford 300 a ticket, now it’s 3,000—how can I even go?"

"Conductor Xiaotian, don’t scare me. That’s too expensive!"

"Such pricey tickets!"

"What’s going on, why are tickets so expensive!"

…

Wave upon wave of voices rose, each louder than the last, nearly piercing eardrums.

At this moment, Le Xiaotian, seated at the center, slapped the table and roared in dialect, "Everyone just shut up! Isn’t it just 20,000 Dance Dollars a ticket? What’s the fuss?"

His angry outburst gradually calmed the chaos, though murmurs persisted.

Once things settled, Le Xiaotian spoke seriously, "Look at yourselves. Everyone here is either a local or someone wealthy. Are you really short of a few thousand? Is it necessary to get so worked up? If I charged 50 million a ticket, would you jump into the sea? I’m not holding a knife to your throat—this is a fair, voluntary transaction, understood?"

At this, people unconsciously straightened their backs. Le Xiaotian was right.

As a first-tier city in Fama, locals and those who could stroll the park at this hour weren’t really troubled by a few thousand.

Having been praised in disguise, the audience felt rather pleased. After all, compliments are always welcome.

Once the crowd was fully under control, Le Xiaotian said, "There’s a reason for this pricing. Tonight’s performance will be absolutely worth it. I guarantee that at least three famous pieces will be performed."

As for whether you believe it, that’s up to you. At the same time, I offer another promise: If tonight, I cancel again, or you feel my performance isn’t worth the price, you may refund your ticket any time. Yes, tenfold compensation."

Boom!

The crowd went wild! The effect of over thirty divine songs from Heavenly Sound Net was manifest!

Everyone already had an idea of his incredible skill.

Dissatisfied? Refund any time! This is truly letting ability speak for itself—only big stars dare guarantee like this.

Tenfold compensation!

Just like today, in other words, if another mishap occurs, one could get up to 200,000 Dance Dollars!

Excitement! Thrill!

The excitement was not only for the chance to see a supposedly extraordinary show, but also for the generous safety net.

Soon, the atmosphere on the square was electric—the ticket sales event was a smash.

After the explanation, dozens who had attended Jiufeng’s solo hall last night lined up of their own accord.

Fifteen staff members were on hand to manage sales.

In five service lines, the first round of refunds began.

Once they received ten times last night’s ticket price, with staff introductions, they hesitated.

Some received 3,000, some 5,000, a few got 10,000.

This money was unexpected—should they now buy a ticket for tonight?

If the show was truly good, it’d be worth it. If not, they could reclaim tenfold the ticket price.

No matter how you looked at it, it was a good deal! But Mom always said, pies don’t fall from the sky.

As the first five hesitated, those behind began to heckle.

"Don’t buy—there’s definitely something shady here."

"Yeah, think about it! If we all claim dissatisfaction tonight, could Le Xiaotian pay us all?"

"Don’t fall for it!"

A wave of well-meaning warnings reached the five, and for a moment, they chose to give up.

Only one middle-aged woman persisted and bought a ticket for tonight.

After the other four left, the second wave rushed up in frenzy.

"Heh, miss, give me two at 8,000—I want to go with my girlfriend."

"Ha, miss, hurry and give me five at 10,000—I want a good seat."

"Miss, our orchestra wants to watch together—can we get a discount for fifty tickets?"

"Sorry, Le Xiaotian said no discounts—these are already preferential prices. Also, groups can buy a maximum of thirty tickets, no more."

In that moment, the four who left were stunned—what was going on? Damn, that’s not fair!

Realizing they’d been tricked, the four quickly tried to buy tickets.

But they all received the same answer: "Le Xiaotian said, you get only one chance. If you don’t buy, that’s it. If you try to buy again, it’s not allowed. We just follow instructions—please respect us and don’t make things difficult."