Chapter 6 Two Fools

• Listening to Maverick's confident tone, Howard stopped in his tracks, but his face was full of confusion.
• He could buy one or two tickets easily, but being a ticket scalper would require tens of thousands or even millions.
• Especially for a top-tier artist like Joshua, the ticket prices might not even drop.
• “Mave, I appreciate you pulling me back from the cliff before, but you can't just push me back down again!”
• Howard approached Maverick with a serious expression. “It seems like Joshua's concert might not happen. Tell me, what makes you think that reselling his concert tickets would be profitable?”
• “Because I know fortune-telling,” Maverick said.
• “What do you mean? Are you a fortune teller?” Howard's eyes widened.
• “Yes.”
• Howard was speechless.
• What the heck? I can't believe he's harping nonsense in this era.
• “I really can tell fortunes.”
• Maverick shrugged. “Like I said, if you trust me, Mr. Lemmon, then take a gamble with me. If not, then I won't say much more.”
• Upon noticing that Maverick had started referring to him as “Mr. Lemmon,” Howard couldn't help but frown.
• Have I misunderstood Maverick? But how could he justify his actions with such a nonsensical excuse as 'fortune-telling'?
• “Since you're this confident, I'll play along,” Howard said.
• Mainly, he was concerned about the favor Maverick did for him before and didn't want to directly refuse, which would embarrass Maverick.
• After all, the fact that Maverick had asked him to come proved that he trusted him.
• “Play along?”
• Maverick smirked. “You'll probably change your mind soon, Mr. Lemmon.”
• Howard completely ignored Maverick's comment. He really didn't believe in becoming a ticket scalper.
• “So, shall we head over to buy the tickets now?”
• No rush, the ticket prices haven't dropped enough yet.”
• An hour passed quickly.
• The ticket seller sat in the ticket office, continuously refreshing the news about Joshua's so-called “scandals.”
• The tickets were ready for sale, but no one came to buy them.
• The ticket seller sighed as he looked at the series of scandals about Joshua on social media. He knew these tickets wouldn't sell today.
• Just then, the ticket booth window was rapped. Two men were standing outside.
• “Anything you need?” the ticket seller responded indifferently as he was in a bad mood.
• “We're here to buy the tickets,” Maverick said.
• The ticket seller was slightly taken aback.
• In the next moment, he abruptly turned his gaze toward Maverick and Howard. The first thought that sprang to his mind was - these must be fools!
• “Whose ticket?” the ticket seller asked tentatively.
• “Who else? Do you sell any other tickets here?”
• Maverick chuckled to himself, musing aloud, “Joshua is a top male singer, the heartthrob of countless girls. How come there isn't a single ticket buyer offline? Are they all buying tickets online?”
• Upon hearing this, the ticket seller instantly understood that these two individuals were completely clueless about what had transpired.
• Out of “professionalism,” the ticket seller didn't say much, as it would affect his commission.
• A smile appeared on the ticket seller's face as he said, “It's Wednesday today, so maybe everyone's just too busy. But it's understandable, considering that buying tickets online has become quite the trend.”
• Before Maverick could speak, the ticket seller asked again, “How many tickets do you need? What type of tickets would you like?”
• “I'll take the mid-row seats, nine hundred and seventy of them,” Maverick said.
• “How many, exactly?” The ticket seller's mouth twitched.
• But Maverick just smiled at Howard, not answering him.
• Howard's eyelids twitched. “I'll take the same.”
• Obviously, he still wanted to play along with Maverick.
• As it was less than one hundred grand, he would consider it repaying Maverick's favor!
• “You two...”
• The ticket seller coughed a few times, thinking that they were really fools.
• They weren't here to buy tickets to the concert. They were here to be ticket scalpers.
• “Is there a problem?” Howard asked.
• He was secretly hoping that the ticket seller would find an issue, which would conveniently save him some money.
• The ticket seller quickly replied, “No, no problem at all.”
• “Hurry up,” said Howard.
• “Wait a moment.”
• Maverick then said, “Mr. Lemmon, I didn't call you here to make a quick buck. Do you understand what I'm saying?”
• In front of the ticket seller, Maverick couldn't say much.
• Howard pursed his lips and said, “Um, it doesn't necessarily have to be me buying the tickets. If you want to buy more, I can lend you the money. No need to rush to repay. There won't be any interest.”
• Maverick didn't want to waste time chatting with him. He said sternly, “This is the last time. If you don't believe me, just forget what I said.”
• Maverick genuinely wanted to help Howard. This wasn't just because of Howard's character, but also because he saw the potential to expand his network through him.
• But this guy was just not getting it!
• Despite being the general manager of a prestigious company and having witnessed what happened to Oceanic Network, he was still so petty.
• This was indeed the last time Maverick would remind Howard. If he still didn't believe, then it was his loss.
• Unexpectedly, when Maverick's expression turned serious, Howard gritted his teeth and asked, “How much for one ticket?”
• “A...”
• The ticket seller instinctively wanted to say a thousand, which was indeed the price for a mid-row seat.
• However, when he saw the changed ticket prices on the website, he quickly corrected himself, “One hundred.”
• Such a drop in ticket prices was understandable.
• After all, there was a high chance that the concert wouldn't go ahead. Only these two clueless souls would still buy tickets at a time like this.
• “Then get me five thousand of them!” Howard said.
• “Five thousand tickets? Are you certain?” The ticket seller's eyes almost popped out.
• For a fleeting moment, he was worried that these two unfortunate souls might cause him trouble afterward. However, thinking about the substantial commission from thousands of tickets sold, the ticket seller quickly dismissed this thought.
• He couldn't be bothered. After pulling off this job, he could just dust off his hands and disappear. They wouldn't be able to find him anyway.
• If scalpers wanted to make money, it served them right if they lose their money!
• “Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and issue the tickets!” Howard urged.
• The ticket seller dared not neglect these two fools... Ahem, customers.
• Before long, a total of five thousand, nine hundred and seventy tickets was divided into two stacks, ending up in the hands of Maverick and Howard.
• These were mid-row seats. Maverick didn't select front-row seats and back-row seats.
• With a bitter expression, Howard made his way toward his brand-new Audi A8.
• Maverick asked, “Mr. Lemmon, be honest with me. How much money did you prepare this time?”
• “Two million!” Howard replied.
• “What a pity.” Maverick patted his shoulder.
• Even if he invested half of it, Howard could have made a fortune this time.
• At the very least, he could double his investment.
• Unfortunately, this general manager of Howard Finance lacked that courage!
• “Do you still think I bought too few tickets?” Howard frowned.
• “Let's go home. Just wait for the news tomorrow.”
• With a wave of his hand, Maverick departed nonchalantly.