Holy Light, This Elf is Worth a Hammer

"fare?"

Donald stood in the auditorium in a daze, watching a group of younger brothers from the empire cast inquiring gazes at him. As the backbone of the empire, Donald waved his hand and looked like a leader.

"I think how about setting the ticket price at 500?"

"Five hundred."

Under Fengxian's astonishing and amazed eyes, a group of officials from the empire actually uttered a series of long chants of unknown meaning, and even one of them, a little old man with a mustache, was said to be the imperial finance minister, which was very euphemistic. Is the 500 fare too expensive.

"Then it's a little cheaper."

"Weichen has a good idea. Anyway, the official performance is a week later. We can test the price of tickets at a low price by pre-sale. If it sells well within a limited time of three days, we will only sell it for three days. There is no loss. Three days If the original price is restored later, there will be an extra profit at that time, and if the sale is not good, the low price is also a way to attract crowds.”

"It makes sense!" Donald's eyes lit up, and he felt that this pre-sale plan was very clever. In this way, even if the sale was good, the price increase would not be disappointing, but if the sale was poor, fortunately, the pre-sale went straight to the opening, after all Low prices are a way to attract people.

"Yes, the pre-sale price is set at three hundred..."

"Wait a moment."

Seeing that this group of guys were ready to finalize the price in front of him and make a "big" profit, Feng Xian was really speechless and wanted to complain, but he didn't know where to start.

In the end, the uneducated Fengxian had no choice but to shout MMP in his heart.

Feng Xian knew that this group of guys were stupid, but he really didn't know that these guys could be so thorough.

I sent you more than 300? With 5000 seats, one person counts as 400. In the case of a 100-[-] split, is a one-million-dollar profit enough?

100?

Young master, I have donated more than this amount for my daily tasks.

It is not impossible to engage in pre-sale promotions, but are you sure you are not here for charity?

"I think this ticket can also be calculated according to the level."

"Based on level? What do you mean?"

Good guy, this time I have touched the knowledge blind spot of this warlord boss again, only the mustache Minister of Finance shines.

"The classification is very simple. The farther forward the seat is, the more expensive it is, and the farther back, the cheaper it will be."

"What's the point?" Donald thought about Feng Xian's words, saying that he couldn't understand: "This performance itself is not very attractive to civilians. If it is ranked according to rank, it is no different for those high-level fighters. Ah, when everyone buys the cheapest tickets, won't the first row and the second row not be sold?"

"That's why you people from the imperial faction deserve to be so poor!" Feng Xian said patiently, resisting the urge to point at Donald's head and yell: "So why do you think you must sell out all the tickets?"

"Pursuing quantity is worse than pursuing quality! Do you think there are more rich people or ordinary people who come to the show?"

"...rich people."

"Then you don't pluck their wool to death? Let me ask everyone here, for a person who earns a million or even tens of millions a year, is there any difference between three hundred and thirty thousand?"

"No difference..."

"Selling one ticket to this rich man is equivalent to selling a hundred tickets. So what if there is only one person watching in the entire first row? Selling one is not a loss, and selling two is profitable. Not to mention the rich There won't be only one!"

Listening to Feng Xian's words, even Donald, who is not very proficient in business, now has a clear understanding of Feng Xian's vulgar and easy-to-understand concept of chasing quality.

Yes, as long as you can make money, no matter how many people come, you can book the venue if you have money.

"Then what do you think our ticket price should be?"

"Did Xiao Hei talk to you about profit sharing before that?" Feng Xian was a little tired.

"Um." Donald pondered for a while, but luckily everyone around him was his own, "Fifty-fifty."

"Okay." Feng Xian sighed. After all, he is not in control of the business of this tour, and the Ji family is not short of money. They don't care how much money they can make as long as they can perform. What if Feng Xian is here? Is it their turn to talk [-]/[-]?

Sanqi opened and offered first, it was his kindness.

These days, it doesn’t mean that you can make money by owning a theater, even if you don’t need rent, what kind of money can you make by just putting this theater there?

Every time it is lent to the church for a public welfare performance, it will charge a venue fee of tens of thousands of yuan, which is usually an idle venue.

So what matters is not the theater but the theater chain. The core of development is the drama that someone can pay for.

For the performing troupe, it is a matter of earning more and earning less, but for the theater, it is a matter of earning and not earning.

Forget [-]-[-], just [-]-[-].

Looseness also has its benefits. If these guys had the brains to make money, they wouldn't be so oppressed by the church.

But it’s not their fault. After all, earning money from performances is a new industry in this world. Those kings still have to shake a few ounces of dry goods when they start online classes, but just sing a song and show off their legs without costing a dime per capita. Just a few hundred, a net profit of one million is indeed very attractive.

Especially for the poor and inexperienced empire, it is estimated that they can only make a fuss about ticketing.

But Fengxian is different. After all, he is also a person of the 21st century. I haven’t been to a live concert, and Yun Yeyun has played several times.

Not to mention that I can sell light sticks alone to become a millionaire, let alone other things, those 21st century sales promotions are badly played and copied here, this year's [-] sets of Spring Festival sets are ready It's stable.

"Anyway, it's also my solo this time, so I'll have some snacks. And the church does have money."

This time, in addition to distinguishing between the enemy and us, and gathering strength to show the reformed dog a little color, Feng Xian really wanted to make a fortune.

After all, the Shenguang "Holy" country is indeed rich, and where is he now?

Holy capital!

The imperial capital of a country is the same as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou in China. The prices and consumption power of those places are not to belittle other cities first.

Can a small county on the [-]th line compare with Beijin?It is still Beijin within the TM ring.

The national condition of the Shenguang Empire is not as good as that of Huaxia, but it is a bit like Yindu. When mentioning Yindu, everyone's first reaction may be that it is dirty, but it has to be mentioned that only nine out of ten of Yindu are like this. There is also one tenth of Indian capital whose luxury and wealth you can't even imagine.

"The price of the first-class seat in the front row is 100 million."

"..." Hearing Fengxian's words, the surrounding officials looked at each other as if they had been cursed by petrochemicals, and Donald pulled his ears in a daze: "What did you say?"

"One million tickets per ticket in the first row, 100 in the second row, and 50 in the third row. This is the special class area."

"Starting from the fourth row, the ticket price for the first-class area starts from [-]." Feng Xian casually drew a mark on the stone bench in the theater with a pen, and Donald and others realized it later. The financial officer with a beard even caught the "crazy" Fengxian with one hand.

"Etc., etc..."

"A million copies! Are you crazy? Or am I crazy?"

Feng Xian removed the mustache's hand from his body contemptuously. The guy who has never seen the world is just like what he said before, 100 million copies, so what if he can't sell it. Compared with the exaggerated price in the front row, I will sell one for one in the back row. Do you want to keep the "book"?

And what if?Crazy fans don't reason with you and guarantee a ticket directly.

You should know that there is also a comparison range for the price. Seeing that the tickets in the front row are so expensive, some people will think that more than 1000 is very cost-effective. As for the price below [-], I am sorry.

That only means that you are not qualified to be exploited by capitalists.

I am not forced by poverty, and capitalists have no conscience.

"Don't worry, since you don't believe me, wait for the pre-sale in three days. If it doesn't meet your expectations, I won't charge you anything for this performance."

"..."

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So the time went back to the pre-sale site three days later, looking at Feng Xian who was standing on the stage and the ticket window that was almost flattened.

Donald gritted his teeth and fell into thought.

Should I plan something or cancel it? ?

Chapter 798 Ji Luo Sudden Repentance

The popularity of Backstreet Girls not only exceeded Feng's expectations, but also amazed the entire empire.

Just the pre-sale amount of the invoices issued that day made the emperor of the Holy Light Empire bounce off his chair, and even the finance minister with the mustache seemed to be rejuvenated, and he started to squirm when he walked. .

This is the same as Avatar pioneered the history of IMAX movies. The post-modern style of music and the youth and publicity of backstreet girls directly raised the world's entertainment to a higher level.

It is no exaggeration to say that Backstreet Girl is the originator of the world (harmonious) entertainment industry.

As the first person to pick peaches, even if Fengxian only develops 50% of its potential, its explosive power is unimaginable.

Karma leeks are just the simplest and crudest means of earning money. Although some people will criticize this, but for the backstreet girls who are in full swing, this blow to their reputation is nothing at all, and they will be drowned in the vast expanse immediately. among the crowds.

Making money first, then earning word of mouth, and then doing charity, this is almost a one-stop standard for modern stars.

"It's just that there are indeed more rich people in this world than imagined."

Fengxian sat at the bar of the ticket office where the door frame was stretched many times, looked at the hanging boards written with the words sold out, chuckled and turned to go inside the theater.

Outside the door, Xiaozi, who was holding a paper bag, wiped away the sporadic debris from the corner of his mouth, and asked with a bit of mischief and a little bit of ridicule.

"Are you feeling stressed?"

"How to say?"

"If you were normal, you would definitely put interests first, and you yourself have said more than once that it is the most stupid way to rely on ticket sales."

With a smirk, Xue Shi stood on tiptoe and patted Feng Xian on the shoulder, and said in a full uncle accent, "You don't have stage fright, do you?"

"Just kidding, who do you think I am?"

"It's just a concert, don't panic."

Looking at Feng Xian's leaving back, Xue Shi stretched out her ring-wearing index finger and tapped her chin lightly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised exaggeratedly, revealing a devilish smile.

"Then I'll wait and see."

For the next few days, Fengxian spent all his time rehearsing in the theater. Unlike the performances that were just for fun, the concert was much more formal. The most important thing was that he joined Backstreet Girls as a singing assistant. From an outsider's point of view, he and Ji Luo are a double-C combination on the stage, but in fact, no matter whether it is good or bad, he does not have any burdens. All the burdens are actually borne by Ji Luo, and this burden falls on Ji Luo Body and Fengxian are two completely different concepts.

One is that the god of music is lucky in life to hear her sing, while Feng Xian is just a slightly talented person, and the most formal stage he performs on is only the size of a bar.

It is impossible to be without pressure, but as a qualified Coser, I have even overcome the difficulty of women's clothing. What kind of difficulties in this world can't be overcome?

In order to highlight its own characteristics, Fengxian even combined the performance methods of some coordination trainers.

So until the day of the performance, Bong Sun felt very confident.

Sufficient sleep has refreshed him, the food in the morning has been well digested and absorbed, and his heart rate is only a little bit faster than usual.

The physical condition is good, the lighting is OK, the music is OK, and the security team of the atmosphere group is ready!

"Ready Perfect!"

Fengxian took Xanadu and handed him the microphone. Wearing a suit and top hat, Fengxian looked like a gentleman in the 19th century, bowed at 90° and extended his hand to Ji Luo.

"It's time to play, my princess."

Confident smile, handsome lines, Feng Xian even thinks of him today with some narcissism - no flaws!