The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"I want two! For the night after tomorrow!"

"Comrade, are there any tickets left? I'll pay double!"

"Excuse me! I was here first!"

The area outside the window was packed with people, and the noise was like a bustling market.

The ticket seller was a woman in her forties.

By this time, his voice was hoarse from shouting: "It's all gone! It's really all gone! The show the day after tomorrow is already sold out! Even the extra seats are gone!"

"And the day after tomorrow?"

"Not even the day after tomorrow!"

This is a performance by international masters. Do you think you're buying vegetables at a market?

It's gone, really gone.

"Anyone want tickets? I'll sell them."

Someone shouted.

"Give it to me! I'll pay three times!"

The crowd stirred again.

The three tickets, like breadcrumbs thrown into a fishpond, instantly sparked a scramble.

In the theater office, Director Wang was on the phone.

His face flushed: "Yes, yes, Director Li, don't worry, we'll definitely reserve two of the best seats for you... What? Leaders from the Ministry of Culture are coming too? Okay, okay, I understand!"

He had just hung up the phone when it rang again.

This time, it was a reporter from a newspaper who said they wanted to cover the "grand occasion of Sino-French cultural exchange."

They even specifically asked, "I heard there's a student that the renowned Steinberger has taken a liking to? Could we meet and talk?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Commander Wang grinned from ear to ear.

"Yes, that's true, but the details must be kept confidential."

After hanging up the phone, Commander Wang wiped the sweat from his brow.

He said to his secretary beside him, "See that? That's what you call influence! One performance has stirred up the Ministry of Culture, the newspapers, and all those leaders we can't normally invite!"

The secretary whispered a reminder: "Boss, the tickets... they're really all gone. Even the reserved VIP tickets are gone..."

"Let's think of another way!"

Director Wang waved his hand and said, "Collect all the tickets for the staff's relatives! Also, make the actors contribute their own tickets—this is a political task!"

This is an important opportunity to showcase our country's cultural and artistic achievements!

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Especially... that child, Fu Hua."

If she performs well this time, our theater will no longer be just the city's theater.

In the living room of Lin Bei's house, Lin's father put down the phone, his expression somewhat complicated.

"How's it going? Did you get the tickets?"

Lin's mother asked anxiously.

They were thrilled when they heard that Steinberg was going to perform.

A performance by a world-class piano master is not to be missed.

"Got it."

Mr. Lin sighed, "A friend at the newspaper managed to get me three copies, but they're in the back."

Lin's mother's expression shifted slightly, then she became happy again.

As long as I can hear the master's piano playing, I don't care if I'm in the back.

It would be worth it even just to stand aside and listen.

Lin Bei walked out of the room and paused upon hearing these words.

"Mom, why did Steinberg suddenly start holding a concert?"

He asked out of curiosity.

"I heard from the uncle who works at your newspaper that Steinberg took a liking to a student, which is why this event was held."

Mr. Lin lowered his head and blew on his tea. "This is inside information; we don't know the specifics either."

Lin's mother took the tickets; the three red ticket stubs were particularly glaring under the light: "The day after tomorrow, our whole family will be together. This is a rare opportunity."

"Of course I have to go."

Mr. Lin nodded, "To be able to experience the master's level without going abroad is exactly what I'm looking for. I'll ask my son for a leave of absence then."

He glanced at his son. "Lin Bei, did your classmate Fu Chaochao get selected by Steinberg? I heard her mother is the director of the theater troupe."

"Probably not."

Lin Bei saw Fu Chaochao backstage at the theater troupe yesterday.

At that moment, she was wiping away tears. If she were chosen, would she still cry?

In the Xie family's living room, Xie's father, unusually, came home early, carrying a brown paper envelope in his hand.

"Give."

He handed the envelope to Xie's mother. "Tickets from the Cultural Bureau. They say it's for a performance by the piano master Steinberg the day after tomorrow. A rare opportunity."

Mother Xie took the envelope and pulled out the tickets inside—two tickets, for the best seats.

"Are you able to go? Didn't you say you had an important meeting the day after tomorrow and couldn't get away?"

"I can't go."

Xie's father took off his military uniform and hung it on the clothes rack: "You and Aci go listen."

"Steinberg..."

She muttered the name, then suddenly remembered something, "Hey, Lao Xie, what do you think about giving these tickets to our son? Let him take Fu Hua to see it!"

Mr. Xie was taken aback: "Fu Hua? The daughter of the deputy regimental commander, Fu?"

"yes!"

Mother Xie's eyes lit up. "It's that girl. Aci brought her over to our house today."

You have no idea how wonderful that child is. He's polite, knows how to grow flowers, is knowledgeable about books, and speaks very logically and clearly—he doesn't seem like a teenager at all!

Seeing his wife's excited expression, Xie's father sat down on the sofa.

He picked up the newspaper casually and smiled indulgently: "You just like sensible girls."

"Not necessarily, but I just find that girl pleasing to the eye."

Mother Xie carefully put the ticket away. "Oh, right, where's Xiao Ci? I'll give him the ticket."

This kid's mind is full of fighting and killing. It would be so much better if he received some artistic training instead of training exercises.

As they were talking, Xie Ci came down from the second floor.

He had just finished showering, his hair still wet: "Mom, did you call me?"

"I'm going to a concert the night after tomorrow."

Xie's mother stood up and excitedly handed over the tickets, "Stenberg's performance, you and..."

Xie Ci took the ticket, glanced at it, and frowned slightly: "I have a training debriefing meeting the day after tomorrow night. I can't go. You and my dad can go."

"I need to ask for leave!"

Xie's mother glared at him, "This is a performance by an international master, and..."

"mom,"

Xie Ci interrupted her, putting the ticket back on the table, "I have no interest in music."

"you--"

Mother Xie was so angry she wanted to pinch his ear, but said helplessly, "You little brat, let me finish what I have to say. Give the tickets to Fu Hua and take her with you. Young girls like excitement."

Upon hearing this, Xie Ci immediately turned around, his eyes fixed on the tickets on the table.

He looked up at his mother.

Xie's mother was winking at him, giving him a "I understand you" look.

"she……"

Xie Ci's Adam's apple bobbed. "Will she agree? What if she doesn't want to go..."

"You should ask him too, you silly son!"

Xie's mother shoved the ticket into his hand, saying, "Building No. 3 isn't far. If a man doesn't take the initiative, do you expect the girl to make the first move?"

Xie Ci held the two tickets in his hand, the red ticket stubs slightly bent between his fingers.

He pictured Fu Hua's expression when she agreed to let him practice military boxing.

She doesn't seem to dislike him.

"What if she...rejects it?"

Xie Ci muttered, his tone already softening.

"Refusal is one thing, whether you ask or not is another."

His mother gave him a push, "Go ask, go now! Building number three is just ahead, only a few steps away!"

Xie Ci glanced at the clock on the wall—8:30.

Going to someone else's house at this time...

"It's too late."

He said, "Tomorrow."

"What if she agrees to someone else tomorrow?"

Xie's mother stamped her foot anxiously, "Such a good opportunity, what if someone else snatches it up first?"

Xie Ci remained silent.

He stared at the ticket in his hand: "Okay, I'll go now."