Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

My goodness! It wasn't even dark yet, and the stadium where the concert was being held was already packed with people.

The last time Xiaomeng saw so many people was during the Spring Festival travel rush.

Xiaomeng had no experience attending concerts, after all, she was relatively poor in the past and never had the opportunity to participate in such a high-class event as a concert.

In her opinion, the diverse crowd outside the stadium was already quite a sight to behold.

The temporary stalls set up in front of the door stretched for dozens of meters.

The ordinary stalls sell food, drinks, and various headdresses and bouquets.

This was unusual; Xiaomeng noticed that there were even people setting up makeup stalls at the scene.

Calling it makeup isn't quite right; it's more accurate to say it's body painting.

Xiaomeng saw a child sitting at a stall, asking the stall owner to draw a big butterfly on his face.

Wow, this is so beautiful! Xiaomeng's curious heart was stirring with excitement.

After the child in front of her left, she quickly walked forward, intending to sit down on the chair in front of the stall owner.

Suddenly, a large buttocks appeared out of nowhere and pushed her away.

Xiaomeng turned around and saw that it was a chubby middle-aged man.

He plopped down on the small stool, wiping his sweat as he said to Tan Xiaomeng, "Little sister, everything should be done in an orderly fashion."

I've been in line for quite a while now.

Then he said to the stall owner, "Boss, could you please do my makeup as a support character for Sweetheart Queen?"

The stall owner readily agreed, and the chubby middle-aged man took out his phone, scanned the QR code on the owner's chest, and said, "Payment received: 68 yuan."

Next, Xiaomeng saw the stall owner dip his brush in pink and white paint and start drawing letters and flower patterns on the middle-aged man's face.

The scene was too beautiful for Xiaomeng to bear looking at. She apologized repeatedly, clasped her hands in a fist and left.

……

Holding her ticket, Xiaomeng found her spot following the volunteer's directions.

Wow, this venue is huge! There are at least dozens of rows of seats inside the stadium. Xiaomeng's ticket says, "Section C, row 10."

When Xiaomeng went over, she found that someone was already sitting in her seat.

Xiaomeng quickly checked her ticket again to make sure that the seat the uncle was sitting in was indeed hers.

"Excuse me, sir, the seat you're sitting in is mine. Please check your ticket; you might be sitting in the wrong seat," Xiaomeng politely reminded him.

The middle-aged man turned his head and said, "I know, this position is mine now."

Xiao Meng's eyes widened. "No, buddy, are you being this unreasonable?"

I haven't encountered someone so arrogant since the beginning of the 21st century.

Xiaomeng immediately looked up and searched the side to see if she could find one or two security guards or police officers to help her get rid of this person.

*Thump*, a stack of something was shoved into Xiaomeng's hands.

Xiaomeng was about to shake off the unidentified object in her hand when she looked down and quickly grabbed it again.

A wad of pink banknotes was stuffed into her hand by the middle-aged man who had been taking her seat.

Xiaomeng had never seen so many banknotes before. After all, these days, salaries are usually deposited directly into bank accounts. So, she couldn't immediately tell how much there was in that stack of banknotes, but since they were still sealed with the bank's white seal, they probably hadn't been opened.

Holding the stack of banknotes, Xiaomeng opened her mouth in surprise, "Real money or counterfeit money? What do you mean, uncle?"

"Of course it's real money, you can check it as you like."

Xiaomeng actually pulled out a few sheets from the middle, held them up to the light to check the watermark and the optically variable numbers, and they were indeed correct.

"I think the sound system is pretty good in your spot. I'd like to switch places with you. Is that enough? If not, we can add more." The man then took out a stack of pink bags from his briefcase and slapped them into her hand.

Xiao Meng's eyes widened for a moment, then she pondered for a moment, shaking the banknotes in her hand, wondering how much there was actually.

Her behavior led the older man to misunderstand, thinking she wasn't satisfied enough. He looked at Xiaomeng's clothes, the bag she was carrying, and the large rock candy ring on her finger. She clearly wasn't from a poor family.

The uncle shoved three more bundles of banknotes into her hand and then stuffed a seat ticket into her hand, saying, "Why are you kids sitting in such good seats?"

Do you know how to appreciate the songs of the "Sweetheart Queen"?

Alright, take your money and tickets and leave now. Remember to respect the elderly and care for the young, okay?

This middle-aged man had a slicked-back hairstyle, and his clothes and bag were covered with the distinctive logo of Louis Vuitton, exuding an aura of wealth from head to toe.

Xiaomeng, feeling dizzy, took the uncle's money and tickets and went out to find a new seat.

When she asked the volunteer for directions, the volunteer was stunned by the amount of money and bills in her hand. The volunteer quickly and carefully suggested that she perhaps put the money into her handbag first.

Xiaomeng then seemed to snap out of her daze and stuffed the banknotes in her hand into her Suzhou embroidery handbag. Fortunately, the tote bag was spacious enough that the five stacks of banknotes were barely noticeable.

"This way, please. There's an elevator here that goes directly to the VIP rooms on the 3rd floor," the volunteer said solicitously, leading her the way.

It turns out that the ticket the uncle gave to Xiaomeng was for a VIP box seat.