I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Talking about the word "big" alone might not give you a good sense of its meaning.

So to say.

Taking the subway back and forth wasted time. In the next scene, Jiang Chen and Fang Qing are already sitting in a hot pot restaurant in Qingfeng.

Late autumn and early winter.

Eating hot pot this season is quite fitting and enjoyable.

"How old are you, still crying like that?"

What's going on?

Where did your emotional intelligence go?

Amidst the rising steam from the hot pot, Fang Qing's face appeared clean.

That's right.

clean.

There was absolutely no sign that she had cried.

How does Xu Shangao sing about his bare face?

Even in a downpour, I still went shopping, secretly laughing at others whose faces were covered in grime.

If you cry, your makeup won't be saved.

Ok.

Princess Qing rarely wears makeup. Even on occasions where it's unavoidable, she only wears light makeup. This time, she came to Jiangcheng to see a concert, so she won't waste any effort on her face. She'll probably just apply some Dabao cream as she always does.

Tears won't affect the effectiveness of Dabao (a Chinese skincare product), and even if they did, you can just reapply it in a few seconds.

"Who's crying? I didn't wrong you, don't drag innocent people into this."

Qinggege acted as if nothing had happened, sipping her tripe with complete nonchalance, as if she wasn't the one who had been squatting in the subway station for several minutes unable to stand up, and even subtly implied that the other party shouldn't slander her.

Non-vegetation.

Even Qinggege has her moments of stubbornness.

Since the other party is unwilling to admit it, Jiang Chen naturally won't force them to admit it.

Who hasn't cried?
From time to time, you can hear discussions about Xu Shangao's concert. The concert will be held at Qingfeng Gymnasium in less than two hours, and many of the people wandering around now are fans who have come to see the concert.

"Have you bought your ticket?"

Ok.

It is clear.

Fang Qing was trying to change the subject.

With Boss Jiang's skills, tickets? Do we even need to buy them?

What's past is past.

Fang Qing didn't know what had happened to her just now; she suddenly became overwhelmed with emotions and couldn't suppress them at all.

But everyone has moments of losing their composure.

"rest assured."

Boss Jiang gave Qingmei a look that said, "If you leave it to me, I'll definitely mess it up—no, I mean, I'll handle it perfectly." While gnawing on a piece of pig brain that would make most women feel uncomfortable, he said, "I've already contacted a scalper. We can just go to the entrance to pick up the tickets later."

"cattle?"

"Hmm."

Two pairs of eyes met across the steam rising from the hot pot.

"Did you buy the ticket from a scalper?"

"correct."

Mr. Jiang reiterated his affirmation, stating confidently, "It's too late, all the tickets are sold out, all ticketing channels are closed, the only option is to find scalpers."

Ok.

Buying tickets on the eve of a concert—if you can actually get one, you're practically an alien. Perhaps Xu Shangao doesn't quite reach the same historical status as Jay Chou in the Chinese music scene, but he's at least a godfather-like figure in the non-mainstream era of online music. Even after the non-mainstream era faded, he's remained deeply involved in the music industry, becoming his own boss and never leaving the business. His fan base is still quite solid and substantial.

I want to successfully buy tickets for tomorrow's concert today.

It is not impossible.

For example, you might encounter the statement, "My father is a bricklayer."

You don't even need to wait a day, an hour is fine.

wrong.

Go directly there.

The organizers might even pay you to attend and show your support.

We've digressed; let's get back to the topic.

In an emergency, when things are really urgent, it's not surprising to turn to scalpers. But the question is, has Mr. Jiang forgotten who he is?
They truly came from the masses and returned to the masses; they never considered themselves Heavenly Dragons.

Ok.

He was cunning and didn't wander around abroad; otherwise, needless to say, he would have been targeted by the dragon hunters.

They are all Celestial Dragons, but the difference is that other Celestial Dragons achieve sainthood through bloodline, while he achieved sainthood through his physical body.

"how much did you spend?"

Fang Qing went straight to the heart of the matter; even the heat from the hot pot couldn't dilute her sharp gaze.

Women are generally more sensitive to money.

If you're not sensitive to it, that can only mean one thing.

They're taking advantage of you.

People from other places might not understand what "Kai Zi" means.

It means being taken advantage of.

Boss Jiang smiled wryly, patted his pocket with an air of nonchalance, and his wealthy and arrogant demeanor was not an act at all—and indeed it wasn't.

"Not bad for the money."

"I asked you how much you spent."

Fang Qing repeated, putting down her chopsticks, and then, in a real-life scenario, she said, "Not to mention that all cells are replaced every seven years, even the person I was two hours ago wasn't myself."

Guys, you should let the girls cry more often; crying is cuter.

"Three thousand six."

"Two?"

"One piece."

Fang Qing's pupils dilated, then contracted. "Are you a philanthropist?"

A ticket costs 3,600, so two tickets would cost 7,200.

indeed.

Money is valuable because it's meant to be spent; otherwise, it's no different from waste paper. But the key is to spend it wisely.

Seven thousand two tickets, that's not just doubling the price, that's ripping off a fat sheep.

"It's already pretty good that we were able to buy a ticket at all."

Boss Jiang remained obstinate and said dismissively, "Our goal is to enjoy the concert; let's not get hung up on these details."

Do you know how many bowls of hot dry noodles you can buy with 7,200 yuan?

"..."

Jiang Chen chuckled to himself.

I can't get over hot dry noodles.

but.

This is what is meant by "wanting to buy osmanthus flowers and share wine".

If I had had that kind of financial foundation back then, even if it was only a tiny fraction of what I have now, then...

But life doesn't offer "what ifs".

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks. "Then what do you suggest? Not watching it anymore? This money has to be spent."

Ok.

Without scalpers, there are no tickets, and some things are already late; if they are postponed again, the feeling will be completely different from now.

Fang Qing picked up a ladle and scooped out the boiling brisket from the pot. "Eat quickly, and then take me to find that scalper."

It was already dark when I came out of the hot pot restaurant. The concert was supposed to start at 7:30, but it was 6:30 now.

It doesn't matter.

There's no need to rush.

The two deliberately chose a place to have hot pot very close to the stadium, so they didn't need to take a car; it was only a ten-minute walk away.

If you were to use a drone to film from the sky, you would see people converging on the stadium from all directions.

They sell water, support signs, purple jackets, and all sorts of accessories...

This was also a night of revelry for the vendors.

Upon arriving at the stadium, at Qingmei's command, Boss Jiang took out his phone and called the scalper he had contacted.

These days, offline transactions are rare.

But yes.

Online transactions are prone to fraud.

Mr. Jiang still hasn't downloaded the anti-fraud app.

"He said he'd be right there."

The crowd was huge, but Boss Jiang's position was quite conspicuous, under a tall street lamp, which was flickering due to a malfunction.

Moreover, to make himself more easily spotted, Boss Jiang deliberately stood on the stone pier next to him.

Now I can see all the mountains below me.

Fang Qing was probably somewhat defeated by his childish behavior.

Buy tickets from scalpers.

He was punched by a fairy.

Then he started imitating Sun Wukong again~

Who could imagine that before coming to Jiangcheng to see the concert, this guy had crushed the top Brahmin of Shacheng like he was crushing a moth?

"Other business leaders and super-rich people are always surrounded by entourages when they go out. Aren't you afraid that one day you'll run into a male bandit instead of a female boxer?"

Fang Qing spoke while looking straight ahead, too lazy to look up.

Standing on the stone pier, Jiang Chen, looking down at the viewer, gestured with his hands.

"Wing Chun, Ip Man."

"..."

Fang Qing was probably even more helpless. "Don't worry. It's only because it was a woman that she had the chance to say a second word."

Boss Jiang put away his stance.

He knew Qingmei meant well, but she was overthinking it. Why didn't he go abroad?

Like all the world's top figures, he also values ​​his life, not only for his own sake but also for the sake of others.

He will always remember a sentence his father once said.

People don't just live for themselves.

Relying on the protagonist's halo to charge ahead is something for movies, but he, seemingly alone, is actually well-rounded both inside and out.

Ok.

Study both internally and externally.

Three or five bandits couldn't get close.

"Diga?"

A man squeezed through the crowd and tentatively called out to Boss Jiang, who was sitting on a stone bench under a streetlamp. He fit the stereotypical image of a middleman: a rabbit-headed, deer-like man with shifty eyes. As he spoke, he looked around furtively.

This is definitely a professional habit.

Scalping is illegal, so you definitely have to be careful.

Although Fang Qing knew that someone was being absurd, this "Tiga" still caught her off guard. Her lips trembled and tightened, but in the end she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Throughout the day, I both cried and laughed.

To know.

This is a top-notch lawyer.

Only Boss Jiang has this ability.

"Boom."

Boss Jiang jumped down from under the stone block, clapped his hands, and said, "Yes, I am Ultraman Tiga."

All right.

Fang Qing's straight shoulders began to tremble again.

Although he's a bit older, probably in his early thirties, the scalpers definitely know what Ultraman Tiga is.

Ultraman, huh?

Standing under the streetlights, even though they flickered, Mr. Jiang was still bathed in their glow.

Whether or not one believes in light is unimportant; at least the scalpers know this guy is rich, and seeing the female companion he brought only reinforces that belief.

A man's best adornment is not a luxury car or designer brands, but the woman beside him.

This image and this demeanor are better than anyone he has seen along the way.

"Where's the ticket?"

Using a pseudonym, Mr. Jiang got straight to the point: the concert was about to start, he didn't have time for idle chatter, and there was nothing to talk about with a scalper.

The scalper's eyes darted around, glancing at Fang Qing, who was laughing because of "Tiga" and hadn't had time to join in yet, before giving an awkward smile.

"Sorry, those two tickets are sold."

"sold?"

Jiang Chen frowned. Tonight, Tiga's mission wasn't to protect humanity, but to watch a concert.

"You fool me?"

"No, no, of course not. We are trustworthy."

The scalper rubbed his hands together. "I have two tickets left. Do you want them?"

The hell, with my female companion standing right next to me, what's the difference between this question and asking if I want to sleep in a hotel room when there's only one bed?
"want."

As expected, Mr. Jiang, who had already established himself as a lucrative target in the eyes of scalpers, gave a resolute answer.

The scalper kept rubbing his hands together.

"These two tickets have better seats than those two..."

He spoke hesitantly.

"so what?"

"So the price might be a little higher."

Okay.

They definitely don't believe in light anymore.

They even dare to blackmail Ultraman!

However, the world is bustling with activity, and scalpers are all about making a living for profit. Let alone Tiga, as long as they smell an opportunity, even if Mother of Ultra came, they would have to leave their underwear behind before leaving.

"How much more expensive?"

Boss Jiang didn't get angry immediately.

"Others would pay at least 12,000 for it, but it was my fault that the previous tickets were gone. I'll sell it to you for 10,000."

"Two?"

"Yes, two!"

The scalper nodded repeatedly, indicating that he was not dishonest.

"Do you know that scalping is illegal? According to relevant laws, reselling tickets for cultural performances constitutes the crime of illegal business operations, which can be punished with up to five years in prison if the circumstances are serious."

Fang Qing finally regained her composure and stormed in, catching the scalper completely off guard.

"what is your job?"

"She is a lawyer."

Comrade Tiga added.

Human society is too treacherous; even Ultraman needs a legal advisor.

The scalper's expression changed drastically, his eyes darting around nervously.

They're looking for the best route to escape.

We're definitely not here tonight to catch scalpers, but of course, we can't let him get away either. Fang Qing continued, "Sell these two tickets to us at the original price, and we'll pretend we never saw them before."

Upon hearing this, the scalper's eyes began to gleam again.

Judging from his appearance, he must not be a novice who has just entered the industry; he should have seen some ups and downs.

After a brief moment of tension, he quickly regained his composure and forced a smile.

"Original price? Dream on. Do you think these tickets are free? If you want them at the original price, why don't you buy them through official channels? It's because you can't get them. So what if you're a lawyer? Does being a lawyer give you the right to rob people? Take it or leave it. Look around, there are so many people who couldn't get tickets, I can just turn around and sell them to them."

Jiang Chen coughed lightly, signaling Qingmei to continue her attack.

Do you believe I'll call the police?

Fang Qing did indeed make a move.

"Go ahead and report it. Whether I've broken the law or not is another matter, but you won't be able to see tonight's concert."

Those scalpers are indeed quick-witted; they immediately grasped Fang Qing and Boss Jiang's weaknesses.

There are so many scalpers in the world, can you catch them all?

Rich people don't have the time or inclination for this.

"Do you want it or not? If you don't, you'll never be able to buy it again."

The scalper even took two tickets out of his pocket and showed them off.

All right.

On the contrary, they have become increasingly arrogant.

Jiang Chen waited deliberately for a while, and when he found that there was still no movement around him, he knew that Qingmei was out of options.

We can't just go all out and not go to the concert at all, can we?
"Ten thousand, right? I'll buy it."

With time running out, Boss Jiang had no choice but to compromise.

"Fifteen thousand."

The other party raised an eyebrow and suddenly started to raise the price.

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, then smiled.

"you……"

The scalper swaggered around, looking down on people and completely disregarding Qinggege, the lawyer.

This was intolerable. Just as Fang Qing was about to act impulsively again, Jiang Chen grabbed her wrist.

"Fifteen thousand, right? Okay. Cash on delivery."

The scalper's eyes shone brightly, his face beaming with joy, and he proudly pulled out his phone. "Scan the code."

Money and goods are both in order.

The two parties parted ways.

Watching the two disappear into the crowd flowing towards the stadium entrance, the scalper, who had cleverly made a quick buck, looked smugly at the payment notification on his phone, then spat disdainfully on the ground.

"Tiga? Bah!"

They really don't believe in light at all.

Under the flickering streetlights, the ox was about to leave with an arrogant gait when suddenly, several long, slanted shadows appeared on the ground.

He instinctively turned his head, but before he could see clearly, his mouth was covered, his arms were held down, and he was lifted up.

"Woo--Woo--"

He was led against the flow of people, unable to make a sound, to a dark alley.

Without saying a word, the assailant delivered a heavy punch to his abdomen.

"Wow--"

I threw up my dinner.

"Oh!"

one more time.

The ox, its internal organs almost completely displaced, collapsed to the ground.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah—"

The punches and kicks were like a violent storm.

The ox lay curled up on the ground like a small boat, clutching its head and whimpering in pain, but the merciless leather shoes still pounded down on it.

Greed is acceptable.

But one should not be greedy.

The ox gradually lost consciousness and saw stars.

He didn't believe in light, yet he saw light. (End of Chapter)