Zuo Xiaoduo narrowed his eyes. "But in that case, wouldn't the thousand tickets you promised be far too few?"
"They are indeed far too few."
Gu Luoyan frowned. "No matter what, there will always be people who can't go... Over the years, the heroic martial artists who have died or been disabled number in the tens of millions, if not more."
Zuo Xiaoduo suggested, "Then give away another thousand? Two thousand? Or three thousand?"
Gu Luoyan: "??"
"Those first thousand tickets were a personal gift from you, the big star. Has South Ji City offered nothing at all?"
Zuo Xiaoduo egged her on. "By rights, South Ji City ought to give away even more. Otherwise, wouldn't all this so-called publicity amount to nothing but a gimmick? They'd inevitably be criticized for it later!"
"You do have a point. It would better serve the interests of those heroic martial artists, and the South Ji City authorities would find it easier to accept..."
Gu Luoyan pondered. "But how do we make it happen? Would it work if I brought it up directly?"
Zuo Xiaoduo had it all figured out. "Of course it wouldn't work well if you brought it up directly, but if we used public opinion..."
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
The two Divine Shadow members drinking tea both choked when they heard this.
This brat was downright devious!
This would leave South Ji City with little more than a good reputation. Even if they didn't end up with absolutely no tangible benefits, their share of the gains would shrink drastically!
Gu Luoyan didn't care about money at all, so naturally it made no difference to her, but if South Ji City did this, they would have to cough up a considerable portion of their profits.
Just then, a delicious aroma wafted