Entertainment: Run To North America, Win Taylor At The Start

It was chaotic, and the ticket sales scene was out of control.

Numerous people without tickets flocked.

"Give me a ticket!! Come on!"

"And I!!!"

Messy roars, and crowds full of various body collisions, mixed together.

This scene is indescribable.

Under Ma Huateng's order, several managers took action one after another.

They find all the cracks and - loopholes.

Use all your strength to drill into the crowd.

One by one was pinched so that their faces were red.

"Get out of the way!!" The man in the suit and glasses had his glasses crooked below the bridge of his nose.

But he really didn't have time to sort it out.

Just want to see the window and get a ticket as soon as possible.

The scene of ticket purchase reached its peak again.

The people of Marion were exhausted and crazy, and their eyes gradually became numb.

There are only repetitive mechanical actions, collecting money to the ticket, and then collecting money

I do not know how long it has been.

The standing tickets that the company tried its best to sell were also completely sold out.

Although there are still many fans who failed to buy tickets as they wished.

But no matter how they complain, how threatened.

There was nothing Marion could do about it.

In the end, everyone could only gradually disperse amidst the sound of cursing.

The frantic ticket buying scene finally returned to normal.

The man with glasses and several other persons in charge returned to Ma Huateng's side exhausted.

Their neat clothes were messed up.

The deliberately combed hair has also become a chicken coop.

At first glance, how could he look like a senior executive? A homeless man from the United States!

"Did you get it?" Ma Huateng asked.

Several people in charge looked at each other and shook their heads.

"President Ma..." The man with glasses said in a low tone, wanting to speak.

But Ma Huateng directly interrupted: "Needless to say, I understand the difficulty of the matter, I don't blame you, you have tried your best.

Ma Huateng is not unreasonable.

He could see clearly that those fans were too crazy.

The eyed man and his party cannot be opponents.

"Hey~" Ma Huateng sighed.

Unexpectedly, one day, I couldn't even get a concert ticket!

Didn't get a chance to go in and see it for myself.

He can only wait for the opportunity to speak later.

"Let's go." Ma Huateng said to several people.

A group of people just took a few steps to leave.

A bright voice suddenly stopped them.

"Brothers, wait a minute!"

A thin oriental face, carrying a small blue bag, came trotting all the way.

"Guys, did you not get tickets for Michael's concert?" The thin man blinked his eyes.

"Yes, it's true that I didn't grab it." The man with glasses replied regretfully.

Hearing this, the thin man's eyes lit up, and he looked around.

Deliberately lowering the volume, he said: "I have the tickets here, I just got them, and they are still hot.

Ma Huateng, who hadn't spoken all this time, narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked up and down the lean man.

Said: "Scalper?"

"That's right! That's right!" the lean man said confidently.

"How many?" Ma Huateng asked bluntly.

The surrounding executives all looked at him.

The dignified Mr. Ma actually bought scalpers tickets?

It really fell through the glasses of several people.

"4000." The lean man stopped for a while on the clothes of several people and said, "For fun. "

"What??!! 4000??? Why don't you grab it!" The man with glasses couldn't hold back anymore, and almost sprayed the thin man's face with saliva.

Even in a developed country like the United States.

40 million Le, which is equivalent to a month's salary for some people.

Take a month's salary to buy a ticket?

For a technical geek like the man with glasses, he might not be crazy.

"4000 is already a friendly price. I can sell it at a higher price if it doesn't look like everyone is from the East."

The lean man looked unhappy, as if he had suffered a big loss.

"Would you like to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, I'll leave!" The lean man pretended to leave.

"Wait." Ma Huateng called out.

Then he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a blank expression, and said in his mouth:

"Do you have 7? Money is not a problem."

"Exploded!! Exploded!!"

AEG Entertainment Headquarters

Marion, who had just finished selling tickets, immediately led people back to the company in a hurry.

Then quickly summarize the ticket sales results.

Now, the results came out, and the ticket sales situation had far exceeded his expectations.

It has achieved several times the effect of terror.

"Hahahaha! Good!" Marion laughed.

There is such a beautiful record.

Promotion and salary increase are close at hand!

"Refine the sales again, and then send it to the financial group for a summary."

He wanted to show this financial report, which was so beautiful that it was a bit unreal, to the president himself.

CEO's office;

Rudolph Peet read the financial statements over and over again.

The joy on his face couldn't be concealed.

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"Very well! Marion, you are doing very well.

Pete praised it, and threw the financial statement to the analyst who was scribbling next to him.

The result of this sale was too unexpected.

He must find out what caused the result.

Only in this way can we grasp the sensitive points of those fans.

"President, the analysis results have come out."

"Say!" Pete propped his chin with both hands, staring ahead.

"We found out after summarizing from aspects of the old, as well as new unexpected elements.

"The reason for the skyrocketing ticket sales this time is probably because of his joining."

The analyst pushes a photo to Pete.

Pete picked it up and saw a slightly familiar oriental face.

After thinking about it carefully, Pete stood up suddenly.

Isn't this the oriental face in the concert poster?

Reminiscent of the heavenly voice heard in the last call with Achill.

Pete's mind suddenly opened up.

He seems to have found a key that can open the vault...

the other side;

Michael sat annoyed on the bench in the music room of the villa.

"Jiang, I think I must be an unqualified poor student in your heart."

He slumped holding the music score in his hand and kept sighing.

"Michael, it's not your fault, as I said earlier, your tone is not suitable for this type of song.

Jiang Feng patted Michael on the shoulder and comforted him.

Since the two returned from the concert stage.

Michael excitedly asked Jiang Feng to write the first half of "3Be3ga".

Immediately afterwards, he began to learn to sing this song.

He tried for a long time, but in the end, Michael shook his head.

He already has Jiang Feng's singing template in his mind,

But no matter what, he couldn't reach the level and feeling of Jiang Feng.

"But I really like this song very much. If I can't sing it, it will be a very painful thing."

"More importantly, I've always wanted to be on stage with you and sing your new song together..."

Michael was not reconciled.

Whenever he encounters music that makes him happy.

He wants to store it, keep it, and sing it himself.

But this time, he hit the iron plate.

"Don't be discouraged, Michael." Seeing Michael's dejected look, Jiang Feng felt compassion.

Said: "Perhaps, I can find a song that suits you very well.