“You’re the boss here, aren’t you?” Lin Hai immediately guessed Zhang Weisheng’s identity.
“Yes, my name is Zhang Weisheng.” Zhang Weisheng nodded respectfully.
“Mm, then you should recognize this card, right? I hope you’re not like that idiot who got his head kicked by a donkey and threw it away again.” Lin Hai jerked his chin mockingly toward Han Jinyan.
“Who the hell are you calling an idiot?” Han Jinyan glared, his eyes bulging.
Pfft!
Lin Hai shook his head with a sigh. Calling you an idiot isn’t unfair at all—can’t you see even your boss is being polite to me? What are you showing off for? Looking for trouble, aren’t you?
Sure enough, Zhang Weisheng whipped his head around at those words.
“Han Stubborn, how the hell are you talking to Mr. Lin?!”
“But, Mr. Zhang, he—”
“He what? Call him Mr. Lin! Get over here and apologize to him right now!”
“Mr.—Mr. Lin?” Han Jinyan was completely dumbfounded. Could this guy have some kind of background?
Zhang Weisheng was fuming when he saw Han Jinyan standing there like a fool.
“Are you deaf?!” Zhang Weisheng roared furiously.
Han Jinyan jolted in fright. He’d never seen Zhang Weisheng lose his temper like this before, and it suddenly hit him.
Damn it. This so-called Mr. Lin in front of me is someone even General Manager Zhang can’t afford to mess with.
Han Jinyan’s legs went weak, and he felt like slapping himself twice across the face.
Why the hell did I have to go suck up to some small-time Tianhe Gang leader’s wife? Now look what’s happened—I’ve gone and offended a big shot instead.
“Mr. Lin, I’m so sorry. I failed to recognize greatness, I—”
“Alright, get lost.” Lin Hai waved his hand like he was shooing away a fly. He couldn’t be bothered to waste his time on someone so insignificant.
“Right, right, I’ll get lost right now.” Han Jinyan, relieved as if granted a pardon, bowed and scraped toward Lin Hai before slinking away.
“Mr. Lin, I apologize for my subordinate’s rudeness.” After Han Jinyan left, Zhang Weisheng spoke with an apologetic expression.
“Enough, Mr. Zhang. Forget that idiot. Since you recognize the card, you do have front-row tickets, right?”
“Yes, yes. Over a hundred of them, all here. Please follow me.” Zhang Weisheng quickly nodded and led the way.
“What?!” Everyone in the hall was stunned when they heard this.
“Come on, little sister-in-law. What are you standing there in a daze for?” Lin Hai called out to Liu Xinqing and followed Zhang Weisheng up to the second floor.
“Hey, is he telling the truth? There really are over a hundred front-row tickets?” Liu Xinqing whispered from behind Lin Hai.
“We’ll find out soon enough.” Lin Hai shrugged.
Zhang Weisheng entered his private office suite, walked over to a small square steel cabinet, and swiped the card over the sensor area.
Beep.
The small cabinet clicked open, and Zhang Weisheng pulled out a stack of tickets.
“Mr. Lin, there are one hundred and twelve in total—every single one is here.” Zhang Weisheng handed them over with both hands.
Lin Hai took them, gave them a little shake, casually pulled out about a dozen, and handed them back to Zhang Weisheng.
“Mr. Zhang, everyone has friends and family. You hang on to these.”
“No, no, Mr. Lin. Mr. Ye made it clear—every single ticket goes to you!” Zhang Weisheng didn’t dare accept them and quickly waved his hands.
“Just take them. I don’t need this many anyway!” Lin Hai stuffed the tickets directly into Zhang Weisheng’s hands.
“This…” Zhang Weisheng felt a surge of gratitude.
His own daughter was participating in this Youth Singing Competition. Earlier, he’d saved two good seats for himself and his wife—but then Ye Ziming had ordered all the tickets taken back with a single word.
When Zhang Weisheng told his wife the news, she gave him an earful and cried hysterically, demanding front-row tickets to cheer their daughter on.
Zhang Weisheng had been so annoyed that he’d slammed down the phone in anger, and at the same time, he’d developed a deep hatred for the “Mr. Lin” that Ye Ziming had mentioned.
But he also knew that someone who could make Ye Ziming give away every single ticket was absolutely not someone he could afford to offend. So when he met Lin Hai, he’d acted with extreme humility, not daring to show even a hint of displeasure.
What he never expected, though, was that Lin Hai would give him over a dozen tickets on the spot.
Not only did he now have tickets for himself and his wife, but he even had a few extra left over.
Now that all the front-row tickets were in Lin Hai’s hands—and completely unavailable on the market—those few extras were worth a fortune.
“Mr. Lin, thank you.” This time, Zhang Weisheng’s thanks came straight from the heart.
“Don’t mention it. Got the tickets—we’ll be going now.” Lin Hai waved at Zhang Weisheng.
“Ah, Mr. Lin, let me see you out!” Zhang Weisheng hurriedly escorted them out.
The moment Lin Hai stepped out, everyone in the lobby turned to stare at him in unison.
And when they saw the stack of tickets in his hand, the place erupted.
“Holy crap, it’s actually true! Look at all those tickets in his hand!”
“Damn, who is this guy? He snagged every front-row ticket—that’s insane!”
“Sigh, definitely not some ordinary person, that’s for sure.”
A sense of awe toward Lin Hai began to take hold among the crowd.
“Wait a moment.” Just as Lin Hai and Liu Xinqing were about to leave, a young girl walked up to Liu Xinqing.
“Um, are those really all front-row tickets?” The girl glanced timidly at Lin Hai.
“Yeah, they are.” Liu Xinqing recognized her—it was the girl she’d been waiting in line with earlier.
“Could you possibly sell me one?” the girl asked nervously.
“Even one on the side would do.” As if afraid Lin Hai might refuse, she quickly added.
Liu Xinqing turned her head toward Lin Hai—after all, he was the one who’d gotten the tickets.
Lin Hai pulled out a ticket and stuffed it into Liu Xinqing’s hand.
“Up to you whether to give it or not.”
“Thanks!” Liu Xinqing took the ticket, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
The girl’s eyes lit up with eagerness when she saw Lin Hai hand the ticket to Liu Xinqing.
“Here you go!” Liu Xinqing passed the ticket to the girl.
“Ah, thank you, thank you!” The girl took it, trembling with excitement.
“Don’t mention it.” Liu Xinqing smiled gently, revealing two little dimples.
“Oh, I almost forgot—how much is it?” The girl quickly opened her bag to get her wallet.
Liu Xinqing looked back at Lin Hai.
Lin Hai just shrugged, as if to say, Your call.
“No need to pay. We hit it off so well earlier—just think of it as a gift.” Liu Xinqing said, tucking her hands behind her back.
“Ah? No way, I can’t accept that!” The girl waved her hands frantically.
“Oh, just take it. You helped me out earlier too.” Liu Xinqing pushed the money the girl had handed her right back.
“This… I feel so bad about this…” The girl was visibly moved.
“Don’t be so polite.”
“Then… then can I have your number? Come find me sometime when you’re free—I’ll treat you to a meal.” The girl suddenly pulled out her phone.
“Sure!” The two exchanged numbers, and only after expressing her profuse thanks did the girl finally leave.
“Not bad—pretty generous of you.” Lin Hai looked at Liu Xinqing with mild surprise.
“What do you know? This is what they call repaying kindness with kindness!” Liu Xinqing pouted triumphantly.
“Hey! Give me two tickets!” Suddenly, an angry voice rang out from the side.
Lin Hai turned around.
Pfft! He nearly burst out laughing.
Damn, this scene was just too hilarious.
The chubby woman from earlier was now being carried piggyback by Biaozi. His muscular frame was bent so low under the weight, his face twisted in a grimace as he endured the crushing pressure, his legs starting to tremble.
This is pure torture!
Lin Hai suddenly felt a deep sympathy for Biaozi.
“Hey, are you deaf? Give me two tickets—name your price!”
Lin Hai shot the chubby woman an utterly baffled look.
Is this woman an idiot? They already had a conflict earlier, and now she’s coming at me with this attitude—and she still expects tickets?
Is she out of her mind?
Lin Hai gave her a dismissive glance, didn’t even bother acknowledging her, and kept walking out.
“Hey, stop right there! I’ve got plenty of money—leave those tickets behind!”
