Fang Qing picked up the ladle and scooped out the boiling soup from the pot, "Hurry up and eat, finish eating and take me to find that ticket scalper."
Leaving the hotpot restaurant, it was already dark, the concert started at 7:30, now it was 6:30.
No worries.
No need to rush.
The two deliberately found a spot close to the stadium for hotpot, no need to take a car, it was just a ten-minute walk.
If you put a drone up and filmed from above, you'd see a stream of people converging on the stadium from all directions.
Selling water, selling support signs, selling purple jackets, selling all sorts of trinkets...
This was also a carnival for the vendors.
Arriving by the stadium, under Qing Mei's command, Boss Jiang pulled out his phone and called the ticket scalper they contacted.
Nowadays, offline deals are rare.
But it makes sense.
Online transactions are easy to get scammed.
Boss Jiang still hadn't downloaded the anti-fraud app.
"He said he'll be here soon."
