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Chapter 202 Invoicing Grand Event
"Easy..."

"Miss me?"

A few hours later, Xu Yiru, who was wearing a pink translucent lace midi dress by Monique Lhuillier, was sitting opposite Han Yi's desk, holding a plate of Sugar Fish sushi in his hand, and his voice was sweeter than the tamagoyaki on the plate .

Xiao Ru, who keeps her word, said she would continue to do what she thought was right, so she wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

What is right now?
Of course, Han Yi got used to his gentleness.

"Think about it."

Han Yi, who had just sent an email to Carla Lewis, rubbed his eyes, kicked his feet on the ground, and let the chair slide back a few inches.Without the cover of the computer screen, Han Yi stared at Xu Yiru who came into view again, nodded slightly, and replied with a very serious expression.

Grief has five stages, and dealing with the girl he likes is the same. Now Han Yi has skipped the first four stages including denial, compensation, and depression, and directly entered the final state-acceptance.

Han Yi has completely accepted the reality, and understands that he can't eliminate or transfer his feelings for Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen, and their attitudes don't seem to change in a short time.After his emotions gradually stabilized, Han Yi understood that the only thing he could do was to be honest.

Face your emotions honestly, express your feelings openly, move forward positively, and leave the rest to fate.

So, instead of the previous practice of hesitating, hesitating, and turning eighteen corners in one sentence, at this moment Han Yi, whatever Xu Yiru asked, he would answer without embellishment.

Do you think so?I just thought about it.

"Not enough kisses yet."

Originally thought that Han Yi would be shy and cautious when asked, but in the end he blushed and had to drink water to calm his shock, it was Xiaoru himself.

She even turned her head and glanced at the closed glass door of the president's office to make sure that no one heard the words.

A little...too bold, isn't it?

No, this is what I want, isn't it?
Why didn't Han Yi back down, but did he back down?
"You haven't eaten much tonight."

Gritting her teeth in a blink of an eye, Xiaoru stood up, carrying the plate, and walked towards Han Yi.

"The taste of this Sugar Fish catering is better than that in the store. Let me feed you."

"Open your mouth, ah..."

"easy."

Murphy's Law has become the most effective buff on Han Yi, just as a bad premonition sprouted in his mind, Zhao Youzhen pushed the door open.

You Zhen would never make the low-level mistake of letting Xu Yiru and Han Yi live alone in the same room.

"He didn't eat much."

Xu Yiru froze in mid-air for a few seconds with the chopsticks holding the sushi, and then followed the user's expression and relaxed.While Han Yi still opened his mouth, Xiaoru quickly stuffed the food in, breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and waved to Zhao Youzhen with a smile.

"Miss Yuzhen, have you eaten yet?"

"I'm a little tired, I don't really want to eat."

Putting the plate of Genwa's Korean barbecue with a silver fork in his hand in front of Han Yi, Zhao Youzhen's voice was delicate and gentle, which was completely inconsistent with her usual personality.

"Don't just eat cold, it's not good for your stomach."

Whether Sugar Fish's sushi was cold, Han Yi didn't feel it, but his vest was quite cold, and the chill that spread from the tailbone to the back of his head hadn't dissipated tonight.

The two girls who arrived at the office one after another have been fighting openly and secretly all night.

However, what relieved Han Yi a little was that when other people were present, Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen paid great attention to the sense of scale. They did nothing they shouldn't do, didn't say a word they shouldn't say, and remained perfect friends and colleagues. relation.More importantly, although when they are alone, there will always be a little spark between the words, but generally speaking, their relationship has not deteriorated to the point of incompatibility as Han Yi imagined.

But this superficial calm and harmony will only make Han Yi feel a deeper sense of uneasiness.

The two of them are... where are they playing?
Han Yi buried his head in his mouth and stuffed the barbecue, thinking silently.

He originally thought that frankness and straightforwardness would quickly intensify the conflict, just like treating a pus spot, he had to pierce it thoroughly before he could recover.

But now it seems... not only did the conflict not intensify, but it was buried deeper.

Where is the mistake?
"It's time to issue tickets, Yi."

Waiting quietly for Han Yi to clear away the dinner plate, Zhao Youzhen looked at his watch.

"There are still 5 minutes, do you want to go out with everyone?"

"Okay, let's go."

Han Yi nodded, stood up, and went back to get the suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair.

When he turned his head around again, he unexpectedly found that Zhao Youzhen, who was originally at the other end of the desk, had already leaned in front of him.

"My mouth is full of oil, wipe it off."

Yuzhen held the paper towel, wiped the corners of Han Yi's mouth very slowly, and wiped the corners of Han Yi's mouth extremely slowly, without paying attention to Xiaoru who was caught off guard and was temporarily angry.

"Don't move, let me see."

Zhao Youzhen supported Han Yi's shoulder, narrowed his eyes slightly, observed carefully for a moment, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, it's clean."

"No, there's a little more here."

Xiao Ru, who has been kissing all night, is of course much more intimate with Han Yi than Zhao Youzhen.She pressed her thumb to the other's cheek quite naturally, wiping away the sauce that had accidentally splattered.

Fortunately, she didn't put it in her mouth... Oh my god.

Han Yi, a late stage patient of Murphy's Law, stared dumbfounded at Xu Yiru calmly licking the juice off his thumb.

"Let's go, sister Yuzhen. It's clean now."

Xu Yiru wiped her hands, a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but the corners of her eyes did not move.

She's good at it.

Yu Zhen, who has been sent to the army again, besides hooking her neck and kissing her directly, she can't find any way to turn the tables and win for a while, so she can only push open the glass door sullenly, walk in front of the three of them, try her best Don't look at the increasingly cunning and terrifying competitor behind.

"I'm joking with Sister Youzhen."

Xu Yiru, who was following behind Zhao Youzhen, pinched Han Yi's arm and blinked.

"Don't worry, we have a good relationship."

Okay, how do you say, how can I believe it.

Han Yi raised his eyebrows, not daring to take a breath.

Although he is naturally quiet, at this moment, he would rather be in the open office area of ​​Room 1000, counting down the billing time with dozens of employees of Han Music, than stay in his president's office for even a second.

Floor is lava?

The whole office is lava.

"Ah, boss, the time is just right!"

Seeing Han Yi appear in the open office area, drinking a few glasses of gin, Karen Guo, who was already a little tipsy, raised the red table tennis cup in his hand and yelled loudly.

"They just fixed the system."

"We didn't...just fixed the system, Karen."

Every company has a back-end technology department that helps core business lines solve technical problems, and Han Music is no exception.Wearing a pair of heavy beer bottle glasses, Chris Daly looked out of place with his colleagues, that is, a computer in Room 1000 of the Star Plaza Building failed, or the printer was out of ink, or the e-mail was blocked. The "IT guy" in the phrase "call the IT guy" that everyone said in unison when the automatic return.

Chris dusted off the dust on his body, put his hands on his hips, and sighed helplessly.

"Then why the display didn't light up just now?"

"Because I'm plugged in."

Swallowing the "dumbass" at the end of this sentence, Chris Daly ignored Karen who was slurring his speech after drinking, and turned his attention to the gentle and gentle boss whom he had a good impression of.

"Boss, good evening."

"Good evening, Chris."

Walking to the side of the technical supervisor, Han Yi carefully looked at the four display screens that were temporarily taken out of the conference room and placed against the wall of the open office area.

"It looks very professional... Is the piece to the left of the center the back-end data of Ticketmaster?"

"That's right, the technical department has written a very simple program to transfer all the data from Ticketmaster's ticketing background... um, Ticketmaster ONE, and Eventbrite's performer port, including the overall number of tickets sold, and the number of tickets sold by each ticket type. The amount, the number of tickets sold, the remaining number of tickets, including their respective proportions, are placed on the two middle display screens respectively. The data of Ticketmaster is on the left, and the data of Eventbrite is on the right. There is also a pie chart to provide you with a more intuitive view Analysis of ticket sales, refresh and synchronization every 1.5 seconds."

"That's great." Han Yi nodded slightly in satisfaction, "The left and right sides are social media data monitored in real time, right?"

"Yes, we are monitoring Twitter on the left, and Instagram on the right. The official announcement posts of the 24 groups of guests, as well as our own posts, have data monitoring. At the top... the real-time popularity of the Twitter topic list, #MadCity2016 is now the global It is number one on the trend list, and there are some other small tags below that are related to our guests, and these are all highlighted."

"Following, we intercepted all official announcement posts and updated their data in real time. Then, what has been scrolling below is the user's content under all posts and tag topics. Our idea is that if we can Seeing the views of potential consumers in real time is also beneficial to our subsequent adjustments to ticketing and publicity strategies.”

"You're right Chris, user opinion and user propensity is the only thing we need to focus on, at least in festival ticket sales, everything else is just the cherry on the cake. Let me see ..."

Han Yi took two steps back, his eyes jumping back and forth between the left and right display screens, silently reading the text that kept scrolling on the screen.

"@halsey: Hey folks..."

【Hey, family, exciting news!This Halloween, I'll be painting the music town with my colors in Crazy City.Let's get lost in the lights of Vegas together.Tickets go on sale July 7 at 5pm PST.Can't wait to see you all. #MadCity10 #HalseyVibes]

13100 likes, 473 forwards, 531 comments.

Below each tweet are the latest user comments captured by Chris Daly in real time.

[@YouEnterRoom93: Come to Brazil, please! ]
Followed by an emoji of a man kneeling in front of his house, offering dollar bills.

[@whoistylr: Mom, take a quick look at me. ]
Under each star's comment section, there are not only emoticons, but also conspicuous ones.

[@kardiigo: seni var yasrrm]
Which country's language is this from?

[@spookslilboom: Las Vegas, or Halloween? ! I'm so there! ]
Well, this is the first valid conversion I've seen.

"If we are interested in what fans post, can we click on their homepage?"

"Of course you can...uh, you can't touch the screen directly, boss, but... the computer controlled is here. Do you want to see this spookslilboom?"

"Correct."

"Just one tap on this tweet...there you go."

Username: kenz followed by the emoji of a star.

[@halsey's fan girl, screaming nightmare·Sun Sagittarius·Moon Aries·Concert fan]

"Guys, I think I've found the first early bird buyer of the evening, kenz..."

McKenzie-Jones, a native of Citrus Heights, California, is also a third-year social science student at the University of California, Sacramento. As stated in her profile, as a Horch fan, she will not miss any of this The female singer performed on the west coast of the United States.Of course, it also includes Mad City in Las Vegas.

At 2016:7 p.m. on July 5, 9, McKenzie-Jones sat on the sofa in the living room of the three-bedroom apartment she rented in The Crossings, staring at the laptop on her lap, and let out a series of exclamations.

"Oh, God, God, God!"

"What's the matter, Kenzi?" The roommate who was making milk cereal in the kitchen looked back at her strangely, "Who died?"

"No one's dying... no, I'm dying. Watch this!"

McKenzie-Jones lifted the laptop and turned the screen over.

"Mad City 2016."

"I can't see clearly." The roommate narrowed his eyes, trying to identify, "Is it a music festival?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe it's the biggest music festival in the world." McKenzie exhaled a breath of heat from his chest, "Do you know who is involved?"

"Horsch, I think there must be her." The roommate scooped a large spoonful of cereal into his mouth, "Otherwise you wouldn't be so excited."

"That's for sure...but besides her, there's...Justin Bieber, Kanye West, Snoop Dogg, Eminem, Ariana Grande!"

"What the...really?"

The roommate put down the ceramic bowl in his hand, and rushed to her in three steps at a time.

"How did they invite so many superstars?"

"I don't know!" McKenzie spread his hands and raised his voice, "But I checked, and every artist in attendance has tweeted. Look, Bieber... there shouldn't be fake ones, right?"

"It's indeed his account, wow. And this show is in... Las Vegas?" The roommate showed a smile mixed with shock and surprise.

"Yeah, not just in Las Vegas, but... on Halloween."

McKenzie-Jones' fingertips slid across the bottom of the screen.

"October 10, 28, 29, Friday, Saturday, Sunday."

"I remember you...you don't have class on Friday, right?" The roommate's eyes suddenly lit up.

"What are your plans, Bianca?"

"Of course it's...Girls' trip!"

"To see Horch...and Las Vegas!"

"That's it, where can I buy the tickets? Are they on sale?"

"Not yet, here is a link to Ticketmaster, tickets will start selling in 5 minutes."

"5 minutes? Okay, wait for me, I'll get my credit card!"

"@diplo: We've been brewing something big. Proud to announce that I'm not only behind Mad City, but also a guest on stage. Vegas, let's make this Halloween a legend! PST On sale July 7 at 5pm, get ready for the madness! #MadCity10 #DiploInTheDesert …”

While Han Yi was browsing McKinsey's homepage, Xu Yiru also paced to the far right, reading with great interest the content that appeared on the display screen dedicated to tracking artists' Instagram posts.

Instead of posting a poster, Diplo opted for a black-and-white photo of himself standing in the middle of the Las Vegas festival grounds, grinning on one side, arms outstretched, greeting fans.In the image, the Stratosphere Tower, a Las Vegas landmark in the background, is clearly visible behind him.

141756 users liked it.

A total of 1245 comments.

[@kuradj: Yasss!]
[@thaisbarja: Q bomba groovyyyyy]
[@zuffomusic: Esquece]
The first few accounts are all DJ friends with Diplo’s blue label, who come from all over the world and follow each other.

[@camilacribeiroo: Oh my god, this photo is so beautiful! ]
[@uaianthony: I'm ready]
[@polo.boos: @douguera_ Tava ansioso p essa]
Ah, West... No, Portuguese.

Xiao Ru is not fluent in Spanish, but she still took one course in high school and USC.

Many words in Portuguese and Spanish are too similar. In fact, Portuguese can even understand most of the daily conversations of Spaniards, and vice versa.The general meaning of this sentence, she can figure out the general meaning from the only word she knows.

Ansioso, anxious.

What this polo.boos wants to express to his friends is that he can't wait to see this show.

Driven by curiosity, Xu Yiru lightly moved the mouse, operated the computer on the side, and clicked on the user's avatar.

Typical Latino looks, 469 posts, 650 fans, 1082 followers.

The profile is just one sentence, Una nueva vision, followed by a strong arm, explosion, sun, and sun smiley in order.

new vision.

It seems that the greasy men all over the world are talking skills.

Looking at the photo below, it looks like he's in...Local Vegas?

"Douglas, Douglas!"

Pedro dos Santos da Silva Jr., from Fortaleza, Brazil, arrived in the United States last year to work as a parking attendant at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas.Looking at the unresponsive cell phone, Pedro cursed in a low voice, trotted all the way to Douglas Perez, and slapped him firmly on the back.

"Hijo de puta..."

Douglas, who was chatting with the doorman, turned cursingly.

"What's wrong, Pedro, why are you crazy?"

"Pendejo, you don't look at your phone yourself, who is to blame?"

"During working hours, who is free to look at their mobile phones?"

"You fucking played Candy Crush yesterday... Forget it, watch this."

"What's this?" Douglas frowned as he pushed aside Pedro's cell phone that was in front of his eyes.

"Diplo."

"Who the fuck is Diplo?"

"Damn it, the resident DJ at the Wynn, you forgot? The poster is on the wall, the big one?"

"Oh." Douglas-Perez nodded. "What the fuck does that have to do with me?"

"Click on this link to see the lineup and ticket prices."

"Mad City, A$AP Rocky... Blink-182... oh fuck, Kanye and Kendrick!"

"Look at the ticket price again!"

"Early bird tickets, $188 for one day, $450 for three days... It's very cheap, for this lineup. How many tickets are there?"

"I don't know." Pedro rubbed his hands, his tone was quite excited, "One person is limited to four tickets, if you can grab them, how many times do you think you can sell them?"

"Chinga tu madre..."

Douglas snatched Pedro's cell phone and looked at it carefully.

"I only have a thousand dollar credit card, but if we..."

"Stop talking, Pedro, call the others together." Douglas took out his mobile phone and told Pedro, "We still have 4 minutes! We can fight as much as we can, and earn a little money together." Big pen!"

This vulgar but life-like conversation, which has nothing to do with music but only with money transactions behind the music festival, took place at 2016:7 p.m. on July 5, 9, in Las Vegas at night.

"Is there an artist post with a little more traffic?"

Standing between the four screens, Zhao Youzhen crossed his arms and asked softly.

"It should be the one from Justin." Celine Joshua walked up to her, thought for a while, and replied.

"How many likes?"

"I can't remember, it seems... Hey, over there, come out." Celine pointed to the screen on the left, raising her voice slightly.

"12.4 likes, 2.28 forwards, 1932 comments..."

Zhao Youzhen silently read the data of Justin Bieber's official announcement of the music festival. For a pure performance announcement tweet, this kind of data is already astonishing enough. Only a traffic superstar of Justin's level can reach this level. One order of magnitude.

Thinking of this, Yuzhen's eyes quickly moved down.

Beliebers, who have always been known for their madness, how will they react to Justin Bieber's few music festival announcements?

[@AryanRv4: Not in India, but love you forever! ]
Hey guys, the Indian fans have been as solid as ever.

[@odysseyprint: Make some good music. ]
I almost forgot that this is Justin Bieber's comment area, and the number of black fans will never be small.

[@allinitforj: Flying in from Glasgow for you! Soooo getting the VVIP! ]
This is the first one, fans who clearly want the $1558 VVIP ticket!
Zhao Youzhen cheered up, and hurriedly gestured to Han Yi who was in front of the computer.And the latter noticed the tweet worth $1500 and £1180 almost instantly.

Click on the avatar, this fan named Sophie has a very simple signature, "boy u wasn't budding · fan acc".

No obvious Justin Bieber fan.

"Sophie... Sophie..."

"Sophie Campbell!"

In an unremarkable three-story earth-brown townhouse in Hillhead, Louis Finley stood helplessly at the bottom of the stairs, looking up and calling repeatedly.

"What?"

The ginger-haired Scottish girl poked her head out from between the wooden railings, her tone a little anxious.

"What are you doing up there?"

"Watch the music festival!"

"I'm going to London in the afternoon. Are you watching a music festival now? Where is it, YouTube?" Louis raised his hand and dropped it, leaving two obvious marks on the jeans and a crisp sound.

They didn't get up so early to waste time like this.

The two who have found jobs in London are about to start a new and exciting life.

"Come on, don't look, we still have a lot, a lot of things left!"

"It's not an online music festival, it's a ticket to the music festival!" Sophie ran down the carpet with bare feet.

"look!"

Glancing at the laptop Sophie stuffed into his arms, Louis suddenly realized.

"With Bieber, no wonder."

"Yes, there is Bieber! Moreover, with VVIP tickets, you can get a chance to take a photo with Bieber!"

格拉斯哥时间2016年7月6日清晨5点58分，也就是太平洋标准时间7月5日晚9点58分，格拉斯哥姑娘苏菲-坎贝尔大声向全世界宣布。

"This is going to be the best honeymoon! The best honeymoon anyone has ever had!"

"Because of Justin Bieber? That's a big thank you to him."

Louis rolled his eyes inwardly.

"It's in the city we're going to?"

Louis Finley and Sophie Campbell's honeymoon trip is scheduled to be in the North American continent. At the end of October this year, the weather is pleasant and the ticket price of the red-eye flight is low, which just allows them to experience Halloween in the United States.

"Well, Las Vegas! The timing is just right!"

"Then..." Louis hesitated, "How much is the VVIP ticket?"

"$1558."

"Holy mother of fuck!"

Louis spat out a series of obscenities that he didn't know what they meant.

"Are they crazy? $1558? How much is that?"

"About...about 1250 pounds."

"That's equivalent to one month's rent in London!"

Luis Finley calculated in his mind and took a deep breath.

"Sophie, don't tell me...you really want to buy this VVIP ticket."

"Louis, even if it's Justin's solo concert, you can't buy a ticket that allows you to go backstage and take a photo with him. I've been a Belieber for... oh my God, I don't know, seven or eight years. If I can meet in person If he is on the sidelines, then I have no regrets. I promise! After this music festival, I will never... three years, two years! I won’t go to Justin Bieber’s concert!"

"Sophie..."

"Okay, okay, I'll swipe my own credit card, okay? The balance is just enough."

Sophie Campbell stared at her partner with that pitiful look she knew she couldn't bear.

"I pay it myself, and the monthly salary in London is enough for me to live a luxurious life."

"Don't look at me like that."

Louis let out a long sigh.

"We will be husband and wife soon, don't talk about that... well, you know where my card is, go and get it."

"You are the best husband in the world!"

tick.

秒针走过十二点的方向，现在是格拉斯哥时间2016年7月6日早上5点59分，洛杉矶时间7月5日晚上9点59分。

"Help me first... Fill in the information, I'll be right down!"

"1 minutes left!"

In Century City, Los Angeles, in the noisy office of Han Music Group Xinghui Building headquarters.

Breathless in the living room of the three-bedroom apartment at The Crossings in Sacramento, central California.

The Hard Rock Hotel's packed valet parking sign in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Hillhead townhouse staircase in Glasgow, Scotland.

There are tens of thousands of ticket buyers in different time zones, different countries, different cities, different cultures, different languages, and different mentalities, but for the same goal, magically connected, in this short tens of seconds , guarding the computer, or holding the mobile phone, nervously watching the slow but firm second hand on the screen.

"thirty……"

"twenty……"

"ten……"

"five……"

"Four……"

"three……"

"two……"

"one……"

"Go in quickly!!"

(End of this chapter)