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Chapter 35: Xiao Yu’s Appearance

Chapter 35: Xiao Yu’s Appearance (Part )

With such a large number of people gathered on such a short street, the local federal government is naturally responsible for maintaining stability.

So when people learned that they had to pay to enter the museum, with many federal police officers standing guard, they did not choose to explode on the spot.

Da Fei also "safely" retreated to the boxing gym.

He also instructed the staff to put up a row of iron railings, isolating all those who did not want to buy tickets six meters away from the gym gate.

"The ticket is 6,800 yuan, and only payment by scanning the QR code is accepted. No refund or exchange."

"The ticket is 6,800..."

Then, a staff member sat steadily in front of the gate, holding a plastic stool in his left hand, a QR code in his right hand, and a loud speaker that kept repeating the message under his armpit.

Shouting: "Come on, come on, buy tickets here!"

Everyone in the audience: “…”

There was silence for about half a minute, and then a host holding a microphone and a photographer carrying a camera came over with gloomy faces.

Scan code.

buy tickets.

"Welcome." The staff waved and signaled the two to enter the museum: "Tickets are not refundable."

Once someone took the lead, more and more people came forward reluctantly, stepped over the iron railings, and took out their mobile phones to scan the code.

Among them, most are bloggers or media professionals.

Ordinary people just want to watch the fun, and there is no profit from the live broadcast, so of course they can't pay for it.

"What are you doing? Let's go."

"Damn it, I drove here overnight and I still have to buy a ticket?"

"Brother Fei, your vision is too low this time... I came all the way here to support you."

"I'm a student, can I... Hey? Why are you pushing me?"

"Are you attracted by money?"

"What a shameless guy..."

Faced with public outrage, the staff remained unconcerned.

Even turned up the volume on the loudspeaker.

"The ticket is 6,800 yuan. Only payment by scanning the QR code is accepted. No refund or exchange..."

Fei Ge agreed with him last night.

For one ticket, he gets a commission of 32 yuan.

If anyone dares to enter without paying, he will bite him.

"There are three of us, can you give us a discount?" A man with glasses asked, "How about 18,000 yuan in total?"

"No." The staff member refused firmly.

"What about nineteen thousand?"

"no!"

"…Twenty-five thousand?"

"no!"

The staff member nodded his head and said firmly: "Six thousand eight hundred per person, not a cent less."

"Isn't it that the way you eat is just too ugly?" the man with glasses said angrily.

"We are raising the threshold. With so many people coming in without paying, the building will be crushed. Who will be held responsible if a stampede occurs?"

"..." Shut up and hold back your anger. The man with glasses bought tickets for three people with his phone.

"Isn't that the end of it? You guys in the Internet industry, are you still short of money?" The staff member stepped aside and let us go: "We agreed that the ticket money will not be refunded."

"What if Xiao Yu didn't come?"

"I won't retreat then. We need to find that Xiao Yu for this matter."

"So you guys are going to make a quick buck?"

"Hey? Are you going in or not? Don't you see there are so many people queuing behind you?" the staff member asked again.

Taking a deep breath, the man with glasses walked in with two colleagues.

But he immediately stepped back and asked, "What's up with those chairs near the ring?"

"That's VIP." The staff turned around and said, "Sixteen thousand and eighty."

"Just be human! Compared to you guys, I find that liar is a good person."

In the chaos, more and more bloggers who wanted to broadcast live paid to enter the venue. Those who stayed in place and wanted to buy tickets after Xiao Yu arrived saw that the venue was getting more and more crowded, and they were afraid that they would not be able to find a good seat later, so they had to pay while cursing.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

Forty minutes...

An hour later, it was nine o'clock.

The Da Fei Fighting Gym was completely packed with "paying spectators".

But Xiao Yu still didn't come...

In response, the people in the parking lot outside the museum remained calm.

It’s their fault for not spending any money, they just come to watch the fun anyway.

But the people in the museum who were "bleeding heavily" had begun to get restless.

"Can't one of you give Xiao Yu a call?"

"It's past nine o'clock..."

"You can't not come, can you?!"

"My friends in the live broadcast room, please follow me to help me recover my losses. In order to let you watch from the closest distance, I bought the VIP package which is really a rip-off..."

"I have reason to suspect that you and Xiao Yu are in the same group. Did you set up a trap?"

"You should have waited until Xiao Yu arrived before buying tickets! You had to crowd in, just to avoid getting a good seat. You deserve it! You're at a big disadvantage, aren't you?"

"I've never seen anyone make money so badly..."

Public resentment quickly boiled over.

Da Fei, who was standing on the boxing ring and doing warm-up exercises, sighed, leaned on the fence, and scanned the venue. He said faintly: "Brothers, be quiet. Stop complaining. We are all self-media people, and we have many friends from TV stations. To put it bluntly, we are just trying to gain some popularity and make a living."

"My little boxing gym is only this big and can't hold too many people. Yesterday I applied for the boxing match, and the Los Angeles federal government repeatedly stressed to me that I must pay attention to safety. There must be no stampede."

"So we have to resort to this last resort, and we can only charge some tickets as a threshold."

"Besides, if I'm free, can everyone squeeze past those people outside? Even if they squeeze in, with people piled up on top of each other, will there be a good angle for taking photos?"

The boxing gym gradually became quiet.

Da Fei spread his hands and continued to argue: "I did make money from the ticket sales, but I didn't make you lose money, did I? Just because I took the money, I haven't started broadcasting yet, and you guys are all broadcasting live, hanging things in windows, and pushing ads. How much traffic did you attract from this wave of traffic?"

"If I start broadcasting, the number of online viewers of each of you will drop by 30% on average. Am I exaggerating?"

"I'm not broadcasting it out of kindness, I just want you to get your money back. But if you guys make a fuss, I will start broadcasting immediately?"

Everyone in the museum became quiet.

Most anchors acted as if nothing had happened and continued to interact with the audience in the live broadcast room...

"Boss." The assistant stepped onto the stage and whispered anxiously in Dafei's ear, "Is Xiao Yu really not coming? If he really doesn't come... will the tickets really not be refunded?"

"Don't worry too much, the emperor is not anxious but the eunuch is." Da Fei curled his lips: "How could he not come?"

"…Why are you so sure?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet? He's just a prop." Da Fei continued his warm-up activities: "This incident has been pushed so far across the Internet, how big a fund pool must be involved? There must be a shady hand behind it. He, Xiao Yu, is just an ordinary citizen, and he might have been controlled a long time ago. He has no say in whether he comes or not."

"Then...then we'll be okay, right? You make it sound so scary?"

"No. From beginning to end, no one has contacted me. I am probably just a tool."

"Oh...then why did they make such a big deal about this?"

"How would I know why? Hurry up and get off. Are you trying to rub my camera?"

"Oh oh oh..."

Time continues to pass by minute by minute.

Just like this, half an hour passed, and finally there was a commotion outside the door.

"coming?"

"Ah? Is it Xiao Yu?"

"Xiao Yu is here?"

"I'm coming!"

"Make way, I can..."