Master Lin.
In the shop.
Lin Fan was lying there. He had finally sent his customers away. He made scallion pancakes in the morning and the afternoons were reserved for fortune-telling. He was satisfied with the life that he was leading. Fraud Tian stretched for a bit and did some shadow-boxing, then he said, "There seems to be re-sellers."
Lin Fan wasn't even surprised, he asked, "What's wrong with that?"
"We're too high in demand. These re-sellers took this opportunity and hired people to queue for them. The others are complaining about it." Fraud Tian was full of admiration for Lin Fan. As the business had expanded and became more popular, even international customers came to queue up for their services.
Although the foreigners were complaining, they still queued up properly. Fraud Tian was envious of the re-sellers. "These re-sellers are selling the tickets for high prices ranging from $500 to even $1000."
