Amid the crisp calls of the two ticket inspectors, the "lucky ones," tickets in hand and already impatient to board, stepped onto the red carpet one after another.
Most were middle class, with only a handful wealthy enough to qualify as tycoons.
It was not that South Los's rich had no interest in trying out the Eastern, which had been heavily promoted lately.
They simply could not buy tickets for the Eastern.
Because-
Tickets for the Eastern were allocated through a Lottery Draw.
You had to register as a member of the Mr. Five Exchange and pay a Security Deposit before you were eligible to enter the Lottery Draw.
Only those selected in the Lottery Draw were eligible to buy tickets.
And winning slots could not be bought or sold.
Anyone caught doing so would be barred from the Lottery Draw for life.
This "sales method" was novel.
In South Los, it was utterly unheard of.
So their curiosity only grew.
That was also why those actually selected in the Lottery Draw were called the lucky ones.
"We really are so lucky!"
Lucius marveled aloud under the gazes of the surrounding crowd.
Lucius came from an established middle-class family. His parents were both private tutors, his father specializing in literature and his mother in music, with particular mastery of the violin. As a result, he had received plenty of attention growing up, but it was nothing compared with today.
Previously, the people who paid attention to him had been ordinary folk or the poor, with a few members of the new middle class at most.
But the people watching him today?
They were all important figures.
They were either trading company owners or wealthy men whose names were known throughout South Los.
The feeling went to Lucius's head.
"We should