Chapter 6
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Hearing Anthony's confident tone, Kevin stopped in his tracks.
A few pre-sale access weren't a big deal, but if they wanted to make money, it would require tens of thousands dollars. Especially for a popular star like Soren, it wasn't even certain if the deposit price would drop.
"Anthony, I appreciate you helping me before, but you can't just try to fool me!" Kevin said seriously as he walked up to Anthony. "I'm afraid Soren's signing event can't be held. Tell me, why do you think reselling his pre-sale access can make money?"
"Because I can predict the future!" Anthony replied.
"Predict the future?" Kevin's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me?"
"I'm serious," Anthony shrugged. "As I said before, Mr. Anderson, if you trust me, take a gamble with me. If you don't, you can leave now."
Hearing Anthony address him as "Mr. Anderson", Kevin frowned. Had he misunderstood Anthony? But how could Anthony use "predicting the future" as such an excuse?
"Alright, I'll play along with you this time," Kevin said. He still valued the favor Anthony had done for him and didn't want to embarrass Anthony. After all, Anthony had called him here because he trusted him.
"Play along with me?" Anthony smirked. "I'm afraid you won't think of it as a game later, Mr. Anderson."
Kevin didn't take it to heart; he didn't believe in this. "So, are we going to pay the deposit for the pre-sale access now?"
"No rush, the deposit hasn't hit its lowest point yet," Anthony replied.
An hour quickly passed, and the cashier kept refreshing the internet for the latest "scandals" about Soren and SuaveEdge.
The deposit payments had already started, but no one was paying. As trending topics kept popping up, the cashier sighed, knowing no one would be paying the deposit today.
At that moment, the window glass was tapped, and two men stood outside.
"Can I help you?" The cashier asked, not in the best mood.
"We're paying the deposit," Anthony said.
The cashier was slightly stunned. The next moment, he turned to look at Anthony and Kevin, the first thought in his mind being "You idiots".
"What deposit?" the cashier asked tentatively.
"What do you think? Do you have any other type of deposit here?" Anthony smiled and asked, "Soren is the most popular male singer, the dream guy for countless girls. How come no one is paying the deposit?"
Hearing this, the cashier immediately understood that these two had no idea what was going on. But he wasn't going to say anything, as it would affect his commission.
A smile appeared on his face as he said, "It's Wednesday; maybe everyone is just busy."
Before Anthony could speak, the cashier asked, "How many do you want to reserve?"
"I want 970 tickets," Anthony said.
"What?" The cashier's mouth twitched.
Anthony just smiled at Kevin without answering.
Kevin's eyelid twitched. "Same here." Clearly, he thought of it as a way to play along with Anthony. The 100 thousand dollars could be seen as a favor repaid.
"Well..." The cashier coughed a few times, thinking to himself, 'These two idiots! This isn't just about putting down deposits; it was about hoarding for a markup!'
"Is there any problem?" Kevin asked, hoping the cashier would say yes so he wouldn't have to spend the money.
"No, sir," replied the cashier.
"Hurry up, then," Kevin urged.
"Hold on," Anthony said. "Mr. Anderson, I didn't call you here to make a quick buck. Do you understand what I'm saying?" With the cashier present, Anthony couldn't reveal more.
Kevin's mouth curled. "Well, if you want to buy more, I can lend you the money. No rush to pay it back, and there's no interest either."
Anthony, not wanting to waste time on idle talk, said sternly, "This is your last chance. If you don't believe me, just forget it."
Anthony wanted to help Kevin, be it for Kevin's character or to use him for networking. But Kevin didn't believe him. After the incident with Wavelink Networks, he remained overly cautious even as the company's general manager.
This was Anthony's final warning to Kevin. If Kevin still didn't believe him, it simply meant he wasn't destined for this fortune.
Seeing Anthony's serious expression, Kevin gritted his teeth and asked, "How much is one pre-sale qualification?"
"It's—" The cashier almost said 1,000 dollars. After seeing the updated deposit price on the computer, he corrected himself, "It's 100 dollars."
Given the scandals, a drop in deposit price made sense. The signing event might not even happen, and only fools would place deposits now.
"Then I'll take 5,000 tickets," Kevin demanded.
"5,000 tickets? Are you sure?" The cashier's eyes widened.
For a split second, the cashier worried these two idiots might cause trouble later. But the thought of the massive commission from thousands of deposits quickly banished the concern. Worst case, he'd quit after this deal; they wouldn't find him. They aimed to profit by hoarding tickets, so they deserved the loss.
"Hurry up!" Kevin pressed.
The cashier didn't dare delay, quickly processing a total of 5,970 tickets, split into two piles, which he handed to Anthony and Kevin.
Kevin, looking dejected, headed towards his brand-new Audi.
Anthony asked, "Mr. Anderson, honestly, how much money did you prepare this time?"
"Two million dollars," Kevin replied.
"What a pity." Anthony patted his shoulder.
Even half of that amount could have yielded substantial returns. But Kevin just didn't have the guts.
"You think I bought too few?" Kevin frowned.
"Go home. Just wait for tomorrow's news." Anthony waved a hand and walked away casually.
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