I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2603 - 1630: Do You Believe in Light? (2)

Fang Qing picked up the ladle and scooped out the boiling soup from the pot, "Hurry up and eat, finish eating and take me to find that ticket scalper."

Leaving the hotpot restaurant, it was already dark, the concert started at 7:30, now it was 6:30.

No worries.

No need to rush.

The two deliberately found a spot close to the stadium for hotpot, no need to take a car, it was just a ten-minute walk.

If you put a drone up and filmed from above, you’d see a stream of people converging on the stadium from all directions.

Selling water, selling support signs, selling purple jackets, selling all sorts of trinkets...

This was also a carnival for the vendors.

Arriving by the stadium, under Qing Mei’s command, Boss Jiang pulled out his phone and called the ticket scalper they contacted.

Nowadays, offline deals are rare.

But it makes sense.

Online transactions are easy to get scammed.

Boss Jiang still hadn’t downloaded the anti-fraud app.

"He said he’ll be here soon."

The crowd was bustling, chaotic, but Boss Jiang’s position was quite noticeable, under a tall street lamp, which flickered due to some faulty contact.

And to make himself easier to spot, Boss Jiang deliberately stood on a stone pier nearby.

Now he could see over the heads of everyone.

Fang Qing figured she was a bit defeated by his childish behavior.

Buying tickets from a scalper.

Getting punched by a fairy.

Now he’s even mimicking Sun Wukong~

Who could imagine, before coming to River City for the concert, this guy crushed Sha City’s top Brahman like squashing a moth.

"Other corporate leaders, super-rich, always surrounded by an entourage, aren’t you afraid one day you’ll encounter not a female boxer, but a male bandit?"

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

Standing high above on the stone pier, Jiang Chen gestured with his hands.

"Yong Chun, Yip Man."

"..."

Fang Qing figured she was even more helpless.

"Don’t worry. Today was because she was a woman, otherwise she wouldn’t have had the chance to say a second word."

Boss Jiang put away his pose.

He knew Qing Mei meant well, but she was overthinking, why hadn’t he gone abroad?

Like all the top bigwigs in the world, he too valued his life, not only out of responsibility for himself but for others as well.

He always remembered what his father said.

People don’t just live for themselves.

Relying on the protagonist halo to charge recklessly, that’s the movies, while he, seemingly alone, is actually well-rounded.

Yes.

Well-rounded.

Three or five bandits couldn’t even get close.

"Ultraman Tiga?"

A man squeezed through the crowd and tentatively shouted at Boss Jiang under the streetlamp, fitting the stereotype of a secondary dealer, with a crafty look, darting his eyes around while calling out.

This was definitely a professional habit.

Scalping is illegal, they have to be cautious.

Fang Qing knew someone was outrageous, but that shout of Tiga still puzzled her, her lips trembled and then tightened, unable to hold back a chuckle.

Crying and laughing in one day.

Mind you.

This is a top lawyer.

Only Boss Jiang has this knack.

"Boom."

Boss Jiang jumped down from the stone pier, clapped his hands, "Yes, I’m Tiga."

Alright.

Fang Qing’s straight shoulders started shaking again.

Although the scalper might be slightly older, probably in his early thirties, he certainly knew what Tiga was.

Ultraman.

Standing under the streetlamp, even though it flickered, Boss Jiang was still bathed in light.

Whether you believe in light doesn’t matter, the scalper at least knew this guy had money, and seeing the woman with him further strengthened this belief.

The best accessory for a man wasn’t a luxury car or brand clothing, but the woman beside him.

His image and aura were stronger than anything he’d seen along the way.

"Tickets?"

Using a pseudonym, Boss Jiang got straight to the point, the concert was about to start, no time for small talk, and there’s no point in chit-chatting with a scalper.

The scalper’s eyes rolled, glanced at Fang Qing who had laughed at "Tiga" and was too late to join in, then grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, those two tickets were sold."

"Sold?"

Jiang Chen frowned, tonight Tiga’s mission wasn’t protecting humans, but watching the concert.

"You’re playing me?"

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

The scalper rubbed his hands, "I have two more tickets, do you want them?"

Damn it, with the lady standing right next to him, asking this question is like going to a hotel to open a room with only one bed, asking if they will sleep.

"I want them."

Boss Jiang, who had already established a fat sheep persona in the scalper’s mind, replied unequivocally.

The scalper continued rubbing his hands.

"These two tickets, the seats are better than those two..."

He said hesitantly.

"So?"

"So the price, might be a little bit higher."

"Alright."

Surely doesn’t believe in light.

Even dares to extort Ultraman!

But, the world is bustling for profit, scalpers do business by being profit-driven, never mind Tiga, if Mother of Ultraman came, they’d strip her to her underwear before she could leave.

"How much more expensive?"

Boss Jiang didn’t rush to get angry.

"Others bought them for at least 12,000, but it’s my fault the previous tickets are gone, so I’ll sell them to you for 10,000."

"For two?"

"Yes, two!"

The scalper nodded repeatedly, indicating he wasn’t being greedy.

"Do you know scalping is illegal? According to relevant laws, reselling concert tickets constitutes illegal business activity, severe cases can result in up to five years in prison."

Fang Qing finally controlled her emotions, stormed in, catching the scalper off guard.