CHAPTER 896: CHAPTER 898: MENG KE’ER’S POTENTIAL CRISIS

"Ke’er, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but the current situation is beyond my control. These two tickets were specially reserved for you by the company because of your particular request. You probably don’t know yet, but now tickets for your concert have been scalped for a hundred thousand yuan each. Moreover, there’s demand but no supply. Ke’er, you’re asking for 8 concert tickets just like that, where do you expect me to get them from?"

Upon hearing Meng Ke’er’s request for 8 concert tickets, her manager, Sister Zhang, frowned deeply.

This was only because it was Meng Ke’er asking; if it were anyone else, even her own daughter, Sister Zhang would have already scolded them fiercely.

"Sister Zhang, money is not a problem. Don’t worry about the price, you must help me find six more concert tickets no matter what. And it must be soon. Preferably, find them by tonight, I need them urgently!"

"Ke’er, my dear. I’ve been your manager since you started your career, it’s been so many years, you should understand my temperament by now. It’s not a matter of money; if it were something money could resolve, when have I ever said no to you? Next Saturday’s concert is the final stop of your world tour. Tickets were already extremely tight, if you had asked earlier, maybe I could have figured something out. But now, in this situation, I’m truly powerless."

"To be honest, this issue rests on you, Ke’er. If it weren’t for you insisting on selecting a lucky fan to have dinner with, perhaps the tickets wouldn’t be so scarce now. To tell you the truth, Ke’er, my daughter has made a fuss several times for me to get her two best friends tickets to your concert. I’m really afraid to even answer her calls now, worrying she’ll argue with me."

"Ke’er, count this as Sister Zhang begging you. Regardless of who asked you to get these concert tickets, try to refuse them. If you feel embarrassed or can’t say no, give me your phone, and I’ll speak to them. Seriously, who has the nerve to ask for eight concert tickets? What audacity!"

"Sister Zhang, I won’t let you say that—anyway, I don’t care. Sister Zhang, this time you must help me gather all eight concert tickets ASAP. Otherwise, for next Saturday’s concert, I won’t sing!"

Understanding Meng Ke’er’s character, Sister Zhang’s simply troubled expression instantly turned to panic upon hearing Meng Ke’er’s words.

"My dear, what nonsense are you saying?! The tickets have all been sold out, and your fans are so enthusiastic. You saying you won’t sing now, you’re killing me here!"

"Sister Zhang, I know you care for me. This concert is extremely important to me personally. I’ve been waiting for this concert for so long. But, if Sister Zhang can’t help me find those eight concert tickets, then next Saturday’s concert loses its meaning for me. Sister Zhang, you know, things that have lost meaning, I never do!"

The last sentence, Meng Ke’er said with firmness. It could be said that the last sentence was directed not only at Sister Zhang but more to herself.

She had waited, and hoped for so long, finally, Lin Fei agreed to come to her concert. If she couldn’t get tickets for Lin Fei, resulting in him not attending her concert,

then for Meng Ke’er, it truly would render the concert meaningless.

Indeed, as she said, she never does things that lack meaning.

Knowing this, Sister Zhang was almost brought to tears with anxiety.

No one could understand better than Sister Zhang what disastrous consequences might ensue if Meng Ke’er decided not to perform at next Saturday’s concert.

Such consequences are absolutely not something Sister Zhang or even Meng Ke’er alone could bear. Even the management company behind Meng Ke’er couldn’t possibly bear it.

It’s entirely possible that the entire Zhonghai could be turned upside down by Meng Ke’er’s numerous angry fans.

"Ke’er, I’m begging you. Let this count as Sister Zhang’s plea, okay? Eight concert tickets, I truly am powerless. How about this: once your concert is finished, I’ll clear your schedule and give you half a day off. No, a whole day, I’ll give you a whole day off to spend with your friend. Ke’er, this is really the best I can do. If you still—"

"Sister Zhang, is Ke’er here? The company folks said she came to see you. Where is she? I’ve brought her some flowers." Just as Sister Zhang was doing her utmost to persuade Meng Ke’er, a slightly overweight young man, about twenty-seven or eight, walked in with a young woman dressed like a secretary.

"Ah, Young Master Chu, you’re here just in time. Please help me persuade Ke’er, she’s saying she won’t perform at next Saturday’s concert. Young Master Chu, the company ultimately belongs to your family. If Ke’er doesn’t perform, our company is doomed. You must persuade her no matter what."

Listening to Sister Zhang, the young man known as Young Master Chu, about twenty-seven or eight, couldn’t help but freeze, immediately asking, "What’s going on? Something happened? The tickets have been sold, how can she not perform?!"

"Young Master Chu, please don’t get upset. It’s not that big of a deal actually. It’s just a few of Ke’er’s friends want to attend her concert but couldn’t get tickets. So, they’re asking for help with Ke’er. But young master, you must know how tight the tickets are now. Ke’er is asking for eight tickets, and I’m really at my wit’s end."

"I thought it was something serious. Just a few tickets then. Xiao Man, immediately get me eight concert tickets."

After instructing the young secretary by his side, the chubby young man called Young Master Chu moved closer with evident fervor towards Meng Ke’er, reaching out to embrace her, "Ke’er, I’ve missed you so."

"Young Master Chu, please behave yourself."

With graceful steps, Meng Ke’er evaded the embrace, not allowing a second chance for closeness, she bid farewell to Sister Zhang and quickly left.

"Young Master Chu, please don’t mind, Ke’er has been under a lot of pressure lately, I’ll keep her company."

Seeing Meng Ke’er leave, Sister Zhang apologized on her behalf and left as well.

Once Meng Ke’er and Sister Zhang had both left, Young Master Chu, the major shareholder’s son in Meng Ke’er’s agency, immediately darkened his expression.

"Damn it, stupid b**ch, not appreciative, then don’t blame me for being rude!"

As soon as he muttered these words, the slightly overweight Young Master Chu whipped out his phone and made a call...