Super-rich: Spending money is just a job!

The guy sitting next to her watching her work looked at her with a bit of surprise, "What, you too?"

Xiaomeng imitated the waiter, taking out a bill from the stack of counted banknotes and handing it to the waiter in the private room, asking him to take the money counting machine away.

Xiaomeng asked in a puzzled tone, "What is it?"

"Oh, I thought you also gave away your seat to someone else for the price difference."

"You know what? My seat wasn't originally on the third floor here."

My seat was originally in the handshake area in front of the stage.

I went to great lengths to get those tickets; sitting in that seat would give me the best atmosphere at the concert.

Who knew that my uncle would find out about this?

He threw 20,000 yuan at me and changed my seat.

Here, these are the two rolls of money.

Now I'm sitting here on this mountaintop, and there's absolutely no concert atmosphere here.

"If it weren't for these two rolls of money, I feel like I would have lost everything back home."

Xiaomeng thought her experience today was already bizarre, but she didn't expect that there was someone else in the same private room with an equally bizarre experience.

Xiaomeng nodded slightly. "That's right, I was pretty much the same way. I was also sitting down there just now."

This money is also the difference in price for my seat.

Upon hearing her words, the young man's facial expression became exaggerated, his features darting around in a chaotic manner. "What? You changed seats to get the price difference and actually got 5 yuan?"

Oh no, oh no, oh no! I actually got taken advantage of by that old man.

"Why didn't I think of asking for more?" The young man pounded his chest and stamped his feet for a few seconds before returning to normal.

"You're really something, even a beautiful woman like you can bring yourself to do that."

Xiaomeng saw that he was acting a bit crazy, so she didn't dare to pay much attention to him.

Everyone watched the concert quietly for a while.

Below, in the large arena, people have already started waving glow sticks and singing along to the song.

The guy just lazily waved a light stick and whispered to Xiaomeng, "So what's the point of sitting in a box to watch a concert? These people aren't here to see a concert at all, there's no atmosphere at all, don't you think?"

Xiaomeng looked in the direction his chin was pointing and saw that no one in the VIP box seats below was actually watching the performance.

Among them, an elderly woman was dozing off, an elderly man was on the phone, a middle-aged woman was soothing a baby, and two young and beautiful girls were helping each other take photos and check in.

It was a stark contrast to the massive sing-along inside the stadium below.

The stars on the stage below are naturally very small; sitting so far away, you can only see their tiny shadows, no bigger than matchsticks.

Fortunately, there were two huge screens on both sides of the stage, which allowed Xiaomeng to see what the Sweetheart Queen looked like on stage.

While singing, Sweetheart wore an exquisite silk cheongsam, which accentuated her perfect figure even more.

"This person really doesn't age. I remember seeing her in a poster when I was a kid, and now, so many years later, she doesn't seem to have changed at all," Xiaomeng exclaimed.

"Oh, the Sweetheart Queen is standing in front of the handshake area." The young man said with a resentful smirk, "That old scoundrel really got off easy."

Sure enough, Xiaomeng saw on the distant screen that the "Sweetheart Queen" was already shaking hands with the fans in the front row.

The middle-aged fans were incredibly excited. They seemed to have returned to their 18-year-old selves.

"By the way, little sister, when the concert ends and we're taking photos with the 'Sweetheart Queen' from our private box, could you help us get an extra autograph?" the young man asked Xiaomeng.

Huh? Xiaomeng didn't know there was this part.

What? You can take a private photo with a big star just by showing your box ticket? She didn't know that.

Xiaomeng's silence led the young man to misunderstand.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you for help for nothing. If you can help get the Sweetheart Queen to sign this album, I'll give you 5000."