“Oh, if it isn’t Sister Pang! Why are you sitting on the ground?” Han Jinyan quickly put on a respectful look and prepared to help the plump woman up.
But he seriously underestimated her weight. He got her halfway up before he couldn’t budge her anymore, and with one of her feet swollen so badly from Lin Hai’s stomp, she couldn’t put any weight on it to stand on her own.
Awkward.
Han Jinyan gritted his teeth, straining with all his might, inwardly groaning.
Damn it, he was stuck halfway—he couldn’t just put her back down, but if he didn’t, he was about to run out of strength.
“Holy crap, this guy’s got godly strength! It’s like Xiang Yu lifting the cauldron, Gao Lan flipping a chariot, or Lu Zhishen uprooting a willow tree! I’m in awe, truly in awe!” Lin Hai gave a thumbs up with a shocked expression.
Pfft!
Han Jinyan had been holding his breath and tensing up, but Lin Hai’s mockery made him lose it.
Thump!
The plump woman’s suspended body crashed back down onto her back.
“Oww, my butt!” The plump woman howled, instinctively grabbing Han Jinyan’s arm as she fell.
His scrawny frame couldn’t handle her yank. The momentum pulled him right down on top of her.
“Ahhhh! Sister Pang, move!”
But there was no way she could dodge. Han Jinyan landed right on her with a thud.
“Hahaha!” The crowd waiting to buy tickets all burst out laughing.
Han Jinyan scrambled up awkwardly, forcing an apologetic smile at the plump woman.
“Sister Pang, I, I didn’t mean to—”
The plump woman was furious and shot him a nasty glare.
“Biao, are you dead or what? Why didn’t you help me out earlier?”
“Ah, Sister Pang, I, I saw Manager Han helping you, so I figured—” Biao was scared stiff by her yelling and didn’t know what to say.
The plump woman wanted to get up and slap him across the face. Damn it, with her size, was one person even enough to lift her?
“Just go buy the tickets already!” She decided not to bother getting up, since her foot wouldn’t hold her anyway.
“Oh, right, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Han Jinyan hurried over to the ticket window.
“Give Sister Pang two tickets in the middle of the front row, quick.”
“Manager Han, there are no tickets left for the front row,” the ticket seller said.
“Are you stupid? Don’t we always keep some reserved for important guests?” Han Jinyan shot the ticket seller a glare. How could this idiot be so clueless?
“The reserved ones are gone too.”
“That’s impossible. Do you not want this job anymore?” Han Jinyan panicked.
“They really are gone. All the front-row tickets were deleted from the system a while ago. Even the ones that were pre-sold got taken back.” The ticket seller pouted, looking wronged.
“Uh…” Han Jinyan was dumbfounded. How was that possible?
“Hey, are you buying or not? If not, move aside. People are waiting behind you!” The crowd behind started grumbling again.
Han Jinyan stepped away from the window, completely lost.
“Manager Han, no tickets?” The plump woman narrowed her triangular eyes at him suspiciously.
“Hmph, you’re not trying to refuse to sell to me, are you? Let me tell you, I’ve got plenty of money. If you don’t sell to me, I’ll have someone break your legs!”
Han Jinyan trembled with fear at her threat.
“Sister Pang, wait just a moment. Let me make a call and ask…” He quickly pulled out his phone.
As soon as the call connected, Han Jinyan’s face contorted into a fawning smile, and he bowed his body.
“Mr. Zhang, I wanted to ask about those front-row tickets—”
“They’re gone.” The call ended abruptly.
“Uh…” Han Jinyan listened to the dial tone, frozen in place.
“Give me two tickets in the middle-back section,” Liu Xinqing said as she approached the window.
“Don’t sell to that little bitch!” The plump woman shouted from the ground.
“The tickets you want are gone. Next person.” The moment the plump woman spoke, Han Jinyan acted as if he’d received a royal decree. He rushed to the window and rudely dismissed Liu Xinqing.
“Manager Han, she wants—we do have…” the ticket seller said weakly.
“Have what? I said there are none. Next!”
“Why won’t you sell to me?” Liu Xinqing could clearly see that Han Jinyan was deliberately refusing her.
“Why? Hmph!” The plump woman let out a cold snort from the floor. “You little tramp, I don’t like you, so I’m making sure you can’t buy a ticket even if you have the money. What are you gonna do about it?”
“You…” Liu Xinqing was nearly in tears.
“Hey, you guys are way too much! If there are tickets, why won’t you sell them to her?” The girl next to Liu Xinqing spoke up in her defense.
“Little hussy, mind your own business! Shut up, or you won’t be buying any tickets either!” The plump woman roared at the girl.
“I just can’t stand people like you, throwing your weight—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Lin Hai quickly stepped in to stop the girl.
“Thanks, beautiful. Don’t stoop to her level.” Lin Hai didn’t want the girl to get caught up in this.
“Little sis, don’t mind these two idiots. Your brother-in-law will get you two front-row seats.” Lin Hai pulled Liu Xinqing away.
“Front row?” Liu Xinqing was confused. Hadn’t that manager just asked and been told there were none?
“Tsk, what a show-off. Front row, my ass. I’ll make sure you can’t even get tickets in the back row!” Han Jinyan scoffed, full of contempt.
Lin Hai ignored him and pulled out the purple magnetic card Ye Ziming had given him.
“Who’s in charge here?” Lin Hai asked one of the nearby security guards.
The guard was taken aback, then pointed at Han Jinyan.
Pfft!
Lin Hai gave Han Jinyan a strange look. So this so-called manager was actually the person in charge.
Han Jinyan was startled at first when he realized Lin Hai was looking for the person in charge, then burst out laughing.
“Hahaha! Don’t tell me you pulled some connection and came to ask me for two front-row tickets? I’m telling you, not only are there none, but even if there were, I wouldn’t give them to you. Nobody’s changing that!”
Han Jinyan started acting all high and mighty. Damn, he’d thought this guy had some big-shot connection, but it turned out he was coming to him. What a moron!
Lin Hai frowned and handed over the purple card.
“Since you’re the one in charge, you should recognize this card. Get me all the front-row tickets!”
Han Jinyan stared at him, took the card, and looked it over.
“Have you lost your mind? What kind of junk is this? You think you can get tickets with this?” Han Jinyan tossed the card aside.
“Huh?” At that moment, a middle-aged man walked in, and the card landed right at his feet.
The man bent down, picked up the card, and his expression changed the moment he saw it.
“Han Lenger!” The man shouted at Han Jinyan, who was still strutting around.
“Who’s calling me that? I swear I’ll—” Han Jinyan stopped mid-sentence, swallowing his words.
Then, with a beaming smile, he scurried over to the man.
“Oh, Mr. Zhang! What brings you here? I’ve got everything under control. You could’ve just called if you needed anything—why go through the trouble of coming all the way here?”
Han Jinyan bowed and scraped, acting more devoted than if he were meeting his own father.
Zhang Weisheng didn’t acknowledge his fawning. Instead, he held up the magnetic card.
“Where did this card come from?” Zhang Weisheng’s face showed a hint of urgency.
“Uh… this card? Some idiot brought it in and said he wanted to take all the front-row tickets. I was about to teach him a lesson. Don’t you think this moron—”
“Were you kicked in the head by a donkey or something?” Before Han Jinyan could finish, Zhang Weisheng exploded in anger.
“Uh…” Han Jinyan was stunned, then his face lit up with surprise. “Mr. Zhang, you really are amazing! How did you know? When I was twelve, I did get kicked in the head by a donkey—twice!”
Pfft!
Lin Hai couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Idiot, what are you laughing at?” Han Jinyan snapped at him.
“Mr. Zhang, it’s that moron over there. He brought the card and wants to—”
Before Han Jinyan could finish, Zhang Weisheng’s face filled with shock as he rushed over.
“Are you… Mr. Lin?”
