Wang Jianhua glanced at the principal. "First you squeeze your son dry, and now you're squeezing his old man."
The principal chuckled. "Your son's the King now, which makes you the emperor emeritus. Your family's the richest in the whole school. If I don't squeeze you, who should I squeeze?"
Zhang Jianhua chuckled. "So just because we've got money, you're going to bleed us dry?"
The principal grinned. "Of course. What can I say? Your family's loaded."
Wang Jianhua chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll definitely pay up. But let me make one thing clear: I'm doing this of my own free will. It's because I, Wang Jianhua, have a strong sense of civic duty—not because you pressured me."
The principal grinned. "Of course, of course. You're paying, so whatever you say goes."
As the two men talked, it struck noon, and ticket sales began.
The moment the gray button for purchasing tickets lit up, Zhang frantically clicked the mouse.
He'd already entered all the information and selected how many tickets he wanted to buy.
Now all he had to do was keep clicking the [Buy Tickets] button.
But he never would have imagined—
The gray button had been lit for a mere six seconds before turning gray again.
The principal asked, puzzled, "What happened? Is something wrong with the computer?"
Zhang's eyes widened. He turned around in disbelief. "The tickets... they're gone."
"What? They sold out in just six seconds?"
The principal was incredulous too.
Zhang nodded. "Yeah, sold out in six seconds."
The three of them stared at one another.
It was hard to believe that tickets for two games—a total of thirty thousand—had sold out in less than four seconds.
Still reeling in disbelief, the principal looked a little dejected. Then he turned to Wang Jianhua. "What do we