Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

When Xiaomeng stepped out of the elevator, she thought she had gone to some kind of hotel or club.

The atmosphere in the private boxes was very relaxed, unlike the lively concert atmosphere downstairs.

The corridor was also crowded, with many people dressed casually or in business attire, seemingly there for social occasions rather than to attend the concert. Among the crowd were many brightly dressed young women.

Following the signs on the wall, Xiaomeng found her private room.

The private room is somewhat like a tea room, with a tea table for gongfu tea, a TV, and sofas.

Facing the stadium is a glass door.

Inside the glass door is a water bar counter and several bar stools.

Outside the glass doors are a dozen or so grandstand seats.

Looking to both sides, this entire floor is filled with private boxes and VIP seating.

When Xiaomeng entered, she saw a lot of snacks and fruit platters on the tea table in the private room.

Because drinks and food are not allowed during concert security checks, Xiaomeng didn't have any food or drinks with her.

Xiaomeng had just walked around downstairs and then around the third floor looking for a seat, and she was really thirsty. She grabbed an unopened free bottle of mineral water from the coffee table.

Xiaomeng held a mineral water bottle, drank some water, and sat down on a bar stool inside the glass.

This position is already high; it feels like everyone below me is beneath my feet.

Of course, there's another floor above this private room, and there are definitely seats available there.

It's just that for a fleeting moment, I felt like I was standing very high.

Looking down from such a height is truly breathtaking, especially with the sea of ​​people below, so crowded and bustling. Xiaomeng seems particularly relaxed and at ease sitting there.

What kind of feeling is this? Xiao Meng felt that this feeling was indescribable.

She sat there in that spot, lost in thought for a long time.

She didn't even realize the concert had started.

As she was lost in thought, someone suddenly sat down on the bar stool next to her, one seat away. "Excuse me, beautiful, is this seat taken?"

Xiaomeng turned her head and saw that at some point, seven or eight people had entered the private room. These people occupied every corner of the room, doing all sorts of things, but none of them were paying attention to the concert.

That is, there is another empty seat next to Xiaomeng where social distancing can be maintained.

No wonder this guy sat next to Xiaomeng.

This was a young man about her age, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, who looked like a college student.

So Xiaomeng withdrew her hand from her handbag. "There's no one here."

"Okay." The young man sat down but didn't chat with her. Instead, he waved to the waiter in the private room and said, "Miss, could you please bring me a money counting machine?"

His words startled Xiaomeng, who couldn't help but peek at what he was about to do.

Not long after, the waiter in the private room came in from outside carrying a money counting machine and placed it in front of the young man.

The deliveryman checked the money counter; it was installed and ready to use.

He unzipped the pocket of his athletic shorts. He pulled a roll of pink banknotes from his left pocket and another from his right pocket.

Xiaomeng's eyes widened when she saw the two thick rolls of banknotes in his hand.

What did she do tonight? Did she stumble upon a money pit?

The total number of pink coins she had seen in the past 19 years was less than the number she had seen in just one night. (This clearly shows how poor Xiaomeng used to be.)

The young man simply twirled the two rolls of banknotes slightly, then stuffed them onto the top of the banknote detector, where they were scanned.

During this time, he took out a few folded bills, smoothed them out, and put them back.

Finally, the money counting machine showed that the young man had a total of 200 bills in the two rolls.

The young man looked relieved, asked the waiter for two rubber bands, rolled up the money, and stuffed it back into his sweatpants pocket.

When collecting the money, he casually took one bill from his roll and handed it to the waiter as a tip.

The deliveryman noticed Xiaomeng peeking at him, smiled generously at her, and patted his pocket, saying, "This is my earnings for tonight."

The guy's actions were so impressive that despite having so many people in the private room, no one seemed to notice or even watch him.

People walking past them would just glance at them and smile.

After finishing his business, the young man waved to the waiter to take the money counting machine off the table.

Xiaomeng hesitated for a moment, then said to the waiter, "Could I borrow this money counting machine for a moment?"

The waiter naturally had no objections and moved the money counting machine over to Xiaomeng's side.

So Xiaomeng was able to run all five bundles of banknotes in her bag through the money counting machine.

Absolutely no problem, they are all genuine.

Each stack contains 100 sheets, for a total of 5 stacks.