2503. Chapter 2503 The lowest price in the audience
That's the Luo family's old house, in the attic.
She sat at the desk in the attic, looking up at the poster that had just been posted on the wall.
It was a minimalist style poster. The poster on the black background showed a half-length photo of Leng Zimo. He was standing with a backlight, his hair was circled by the light, and there was not much expression on his delicate face. That picture
The face is as uncanny as a master's sculpture, perfect and impeccable. The white suit and black back form a sharp contrast.
Looking away from the poster, she quickly opened the drawer, took out a semi-old iron box and opened it.
In the box, there is a stack of banknotes, the largest one is a fifty-cent bill, and the rest is change, including ten yuan, five yuan, and even one dollar and fifty cents.
"50, 60, 70...236 yuan and a half."
Holding the pile of scattered bills in her hand, she seemed to hold the whole hope.
The lowest ticket price for Leng Zimo's concert is 280 yuan. As long as she collects the remaining money, she can go to his concert and see him play the piano with her own eyes. She still has 43 yuan left, and she is still far away from the concert.
One week, her mother would give her 50 yuan a week for meals. She could skip vegetables and only eat one steamed bun for each meal. The steamed bun only costs 20 cents, and three meals is 60 cents. Three yuan for five days can save money.
The deposit is 47 yuan, which is enough.
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The scene changes to the ticket office of the stadium.
"there is none left?"
"Yes, it has been sold out. All the tickets were sold out two years ago."
Holding the 280 yuan she had managed to collect in her hand, she turned around and walked down the steps, her legs feeling as heavy as lead.
"Little sister, do you want a ticket?" Someone came up to me.
"Have you?" She suddenly had hope again.
"Of course." The other party waved the tickets in her hand, "I have three, how many do you want."
"One piece, one piece is enough."
"No problem." The other party handed over a ticket, "Seeing as you are still a student, I charge 680 for selling it to others, so I'll give it to you for 600."
She retracted her outstretched hand as if it had been burned, "600? This... isn't this the most common ticket?"
"Yes, you want a VIP seat. Yes, it's 1,200. I also have a super VIP here, sitting in the front row. If you're lucky, maybe you can shake hands with Leng Zimo. This is 2,000..."
"Can't it be... cheaper?"
"I know you students don't have money, so let's do it this way, 580, it can't be any less. Go ask around, I'm definitely the lowest price."
580? That kind of number is simply an astronomical number to her.
Since her father left, her mother is the only one making money in the family. In order to save money, she rarely buys new clothes and wears school uniforms every day. These are all she can afford.
"But I...I only have 283."
"283?" The other party's face suddenly changed, "Little girl, do you know how much this ticket cost when I got it? It's 380 each. If I sell it to you for 280, I'll still lose a hundred!"
"Just fine, sell me one?"
If she said anything else, the ticket seller turned away and walked towards another young man and woman, "You two, would you like tickets? 680 a piece, the lowest price in the whole venue."
Seeing the young men and women taking out their banknotes to exchange for the tickets at the ticket seller, Luo Xiaoqian bit her lip and was about to cry. She knew she couldn't afford the tickets, but she still couldn't bear to leave like this.
She walked to a quiet place with few people and looked at the stadium not far away. She bit her lip and sat down on the steps.
