[Rebirth] King of Theater

It didn't have a good reputation in the early days, and it was once considered a bad show. When the tickets were issued, most ticket vendors confiscated the tickets.

They don't have any rebirth memories like Al, they can know in advance that the show will be popular in the later stage, and they dare to spend money to buy tickets during the pre-sale period, so they naturally hold a wait-and-see attitude first.As a result, the business opportunity was fleeting, and it was too late when the show was found to be a hit and wanted to resell tickets.

Al cornered the market.

Other ticket dealers would hang around the entrance of the theater when they were doing business, and when they saw someone coming, they would swarm up and ask eagerly, "Do you want a ticket? Do you want a ticket?"

But he doesn't have to.

As long as you stand in a small corner and let out a little wind of "I have tickets in my hand", a group of audiences who are anxious to watch the show but can't buy tickets will rush over like a flood, waving Holding banknotes, scrambling and scrambling to buy tickets.

So, make a fortune.

The conductor who sold him a ticket a month ago happened to see this scene.

He sighed in amazement on the spot: "God, you actually won the bet? How is this possible? It's unrealistic!"

So, when the performance started and the hall outside was empty and there were no people there, the conductor was also free.

He deliberately walked out of the small room where the tickets were sold, trotted all the way to Al, and asked in amazement: "Could it be that you are the illegitimate child of the goddess of luck? Before buying the tickets, your mother just gave you a dream?"

"The illegitimate child of the goddess of fortune? In a dream?"

Al almost laughed when he thought of Mrs. Sylvie's frowning face these days.

While counting the banknotes, he joked, "For me, it's lucky that my mother didn't get up in the middle of the night to give me rat poison."

The conductor thought he was joking, and looked at the pile of money with special eagerness, thinking: "This money is so easy to come by! How nice it would be if it was mine?"

Because I thought so in my heart, I couldn't help but express a little envy in my mouth: "It's awesome! I've sold tickets for many years, but I've never experienced such good luck."

"If you want to have this kind of good luck too..." Al heard this, a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

He stopped counting the money, and tentatively suggested: "Do you want to try to cooperate with me?"

The conductor froze for a moment: "Cooperation?"

Al said: "To be honest, you are selling first-hand tickets, and I am selling second-hand tickets. Why don't we cooperate? These days, when some dramas are on pre-sale, no one else knows, but you know." You should come to inform me early and sell those tickets with good seats to me at the lowest price first. When the day of shipment comes, I will add some money to sell them, and I will double the money back, and you will share [-]% of the profit. "

"Think about it, you sit here all day long, selling tickets at the ticket window like stagnant water, and you can earn a dead salary every week. If you want to have a good meal that day, you have to Calculate carefully. But if you cooperate with me, you can get free money without spending a dime. This is the best no-cost business, and there is nothing better than here."

"Are you out of your mind?"

The conductor was not fooled, and shrewdly yelled: "Do you really think that such a lucky thing can happen again? If this kind of good thing happened every day, I would have become the richest man. Boy, I advise you to be content and be happy." , don’t dream of making a fortune. You just happen to be lucky enough to catch a profitable drama. Next time, if you use up your skills and start to recite words, you will really encounter a bad drama. Buy it A bunch of tickets are thrown into your hands and turned into waste paper, you should cry and understand that things are hard, and ask God to love you again."

Then, he persuaded with sincerity and good intentions: "It's good to make a fortune, but it doesn't last long; money is a good thing, you can make it dangerously and skillfully, and sooner or later you will suffer a big loss."

But Al smiled confidently: "

Relying on the memories of his previous life, not to mention, at least within ten years, he still has memories of which dramas hit the market and which dramas were popular. persuasive.

So, he thought for a while and said, "Mr. Hans."

The conductor corrected and said: "You remember wrongly, I am Smith the ticket seller, and the soda seller next door is Hans."

Al had a thick skin, and he didn't change his face: "Mr. Smith, you know, my dad died not long ago..."

The conductor rolled his eyes: "Yes, your mother is still pregnant, you have borrowed from a usury loan, and you have younger brothers and sisters to support! That's all right, what else do I not know?"

"It's nothing, but I have to make more money to support my family!"

"That's the case, but what if you can't make any money? What if you lose all your money?"

"Then the whole family has to hang themselves together."

"...Ah! You crazy boy! Why are you doing this again? The last time we all died together, what are you talking about hanging yourself now? You are dead and alive, talking nonsense every day! Boy, you are only 13 years old. Isn't it 30 years old, and there are still many years to come, so can't you live in peace and stability?"

"But you also said, I am so young, if I don't gamble or fight hard, how can I make money?"

Al said eloquently: "I can't make any money anymore, not to mention my two younger siblings now, what about my younger siblings who are about to be born? Money for milk powder, money for diapers, money for schooling...what else can I do? In the years to come? Not to mention anything safe and secure."

"Oh, it sounds like you are a very responsible breadwinner?"

"Just to earn a living."

Smith, the ticket seller, let out a long sigh, with a sympathetic understanding in his eyes, and said with a sigh: "You are telling the truth. In this world, the life of us men is always a little more difficult."

Then, he struggled for a while before saying: "If you insist on buying a ticket, I can't stop it. After all, I'm not the only conductor in this place. You can find someone else instead of me. Lie, it’s better to buy from me. But as a man with conscience, I can choose the best seat for you, and I can also give you the lowest price that I can give you. We will follow the rules, and I will share anything. It’s useless, so don’t mention it again! I’m envious of making money, but I can’t take advantage of a kid like you. Having said that, I still want to advise you to stop dreaming, rein in the precipice, and turn your back on the shore, and don’t really lose money someday. Turned upside down."

"Then it's a deal!" Al ignored his nonsense and only responded calmly.

However, before leaving, he still raised his head, stared at Mr. Smith, and said solemnly: "But I must tell you honestly, don't share it, you will regret it in the future."

Smith, who sold the tickets, showed disbelief and mockery.

He replied with a smile: "Okay, then I will wait for you."

Because he made money smoothly, he also developed an 'insider' by chance.

Al only felt that the career of scalping became brighter and brighter, and he was very happy.

On the way home, I happened to meet a kind of Huaguo who was selling a snack called fried wonton on the side of the road.

People in this country have always been hardworking and willing to work, so even if it is midnight now, they are not afraid to work hard to set up a stall outside, but the craftsmanship is good, and the things they make are fragrant, and the appearance is exquisite, compact, crispy and golden. , very attractive at first glance...

Considering I also made some money today...

Al came forward with rare generosity, and bought four full portions, thinking of taking them home as an extra meal for his family.

But who knows, Mrs. Sylvie became anxious when she saw it: "I worked hard to cook for you, but you went outside to buy those dirty things."

Al was very confused: "It's not dirty, I watched him make it, white flour, meat stuffing, wrapped and put in the oil pan."

"That's glamorous on the surface, maybe what's added behind the scenes."

Mrs. Sylvie looked serious, and said righteously: "Those flower growers make strange food, and maybe add a piece of marijuana, cocaine and other drugs in it, otherwise how can everyone love it? "

Al was almost dying of laughter from her.

He said helplessly and amusedly: "Mom, according to what you say, all drug addicts should buy fried wontons. They can eat enough and relieve their addiction. Why spend high prices on drugs?"

Mrs. Sylvie froze for a moment.

Sometimes people are very strange. She always doubts her own son's words, but she always believes in some obvious fallacies and rumors. Therefore, even if she thinks it doesn't make sense, she still keeps talking hard: "Anyway, those people It must have been added! It must have been added! The food outside is not as delicious as the one at home. If nothing is added, how can everyone love it and buy it?

"That's true, and there is some truth in what you said."

Al said casually: "But I guess, they probably added a seasoning called 'delicious'."

Mrs. Sylvie burst into tears: "Are you saying that the food I cook is not delicious or delicious? Do you dislike your mother for being useless? I work hard every day for you Cooking food, but you fell in love with the poison made by those flower growers? You unscrupulous little white-eyed wolf, I raised you in vain, even whoever treats you sincerely, whoever uses poisonous things to harm you, I lied to you for money, you don't even know it!"

Al immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I won't eat, I'll just throw them all out."

Mrs. Sylvie continued to cry aggrievedly: "You say so now, and you will definitely blame me in your heart afterwards, but I really do it for your own good..."

Al's head is about to explode.

He was carrying four fried wontons, no matter what time it was, he just ran out.

But when I ran to the street, I realized that it was dead of night, and there was not even a ghost wandering outside.

But he didn't want to go home and quarrel with his mother, so he took the bag of fried wontons and walked slowly along the dark road. What's wrong or missing, walking like this...

"Hey! Hey!"

Suddenly a voice came out.

Al was so startled that he almost thought he had bumped into something.

But when he looked up and looked around, there was nothing there. Just as he was about to turn around and go home anxiously, he heard the voice shout angrily: "Where are you looking? Fool? Look down! Look down!"

Al couldn't help but look down following the voice...

I saw a person lying in a pitch-black ditch overgrown with weeds.

What's even more strange is that this man was panting heavily, and there was a rather large TV set on his body.

"Who are you?" Al asked politely.

"Have you never seen someone moving things at night?" the man said confidently.

Al understands that this is a thief.

He smiled and said ironically: "I have seen people who move things at night, but this is indeed the first time I have seen people who move things from other people's houses, and they lose their strength and are pushed down."

The stupid thief was very angry: "You idiot, why are you talking so much nonsense, why don't you help me move this thing away."

Al agreed with a good temper: "Okay, but I am weak, wait for me to ask someone to help."

The thief didn't doubt that he was there, but still urged him meanly: "Hurry up, don't make your father wait too long!"

Then, he said: "Wait, what is so delicious in your hand? Put it down for your father."

Al was overjoyed, and simply threw the cold fried wonton over: "Here, just wait."

Then, he ran to the phone booth and called the police anonymously. After the incident, his mood, which was still slightly depressed before, was instantly relieved, and he whistled happily, and strolled home.

The author has something to say:

[Note 1] Today's Survival Desire: Scalpers are very annoying. The protagonist chooses this profession just in time, and it does not mean that the author agrees with this behavior.

PS. I've been quite anxious recently. I'm obviously the king of the theater, but I write and write, and the protagonist's career goes all the way to the bull king. It's really annoying.

【Note 2】Speaking of fried wontons, this dish seems to be specially made for foreigners. It's quite delicious, and it's also considered a unique flavor, by the way, Amway.

[Note 3] Mrs. Sylvie's exaggerated behavior is actually a bit similar to that when parents see us ordering takeaway, they don't discuss what is more delicious, but I sincerely suggest that everyone, treat mother better during the Chinese New Year, and praise her for cooking. Eat, it's better than takeaway, don't be too honest and say something stupid that you prefer to eat takeaway.