The stadium's entrance was a sea of people, all here for the concert.
Ma Lu had just parked the car when someone came up to chat, "Brother, need tickets?"
"No, we have tickets."
"Then are you selling any?"
"…So no matter what, you've got business, huh."
The man chuckled, "I'm just here to serve everyone, man. If the boss changes his mind, come find me. I'll be wandering around here."
After he spoke, he went to find another newly-arrived Passat owner.
He Xiaoqian was attending a live concert for the first time. As she got out of the car and saw the dense crowd not far away, she couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.
"Boss, there are even more people here than lining up outside our shop."
"Of course, there are tens of thousands of people at a concert. At most, we serve a few hundred customers in a day, and that already keeps you busy from start to finish," Ma Lu said.
