Two days later.

The first season of Hearthstone: Heroes of Azeroth has come to an end, and the top 32 players have all registered in the Hearthstone halls of each country.

Most of these players have not had such an experience, and at the moment they are worried about tickets for the first Hearthstone Grand Prix, according to the Hearthstone Hall announcement, tickets can be purchased from the Darkmoon Circus in addition to the local Hearthstone Hall.

But... Tickets for the Hearthstone Grand Prix won't go on sale until tomorrow, which has left many players who plan to watch the game anxious, worried that they won't get it, but... When it came time to sell tickets, everyone was amazed that tickets for the first Hearthstone Grand Prix were hard to come by!

Ironforge Castle.

Hearthstone Hall.

At this moment, the gnomes and dwarves are already here to make a big show, for this little ticket, even the worst seat can be!

"Hey!"

"Dude, what's the price of the Hearthstone Tournament tickets on the black market right now?" A dwarf had been queuing for a morning, but when he saw the dense crowd in front of him, he finally gave up and had to find a goblin who scalped the tickets.

"Hey!"

"It depends on what position you need!" the goblin smiled, "We have VIP tickets, first-class tickets, second-class tickets, and third-class tickets here, which one do you need?"

"All the goods?" The desperate dwarf was stunned for a moment, a little unconvinced of what the goblin said, it should be impossible to have such many votes on the market now!

"You're talking nonsense!"

"We're specialized in this industry, don't we dare to say we have tickets if we don't have tickets?" said the goblin with a smile on his face, "Say, what kind of tickets do you want? Don't worry about the real thing, it's all real Hearthstone Grand Prix tickets!"

Belch...

It's so hard to choose!

After a long thought, the dwarf said, "What is the price of a second-class ticket?"

"Second-class tickets?"

"Five hundred gold coins each!" said the goblin.

What the!

Five hundred gold coins?!

This dwarf was almost not scared to pee, and the VIP ticket was only sold for five hundred gold coins... How can this second-class ticket have the same price as the VIP ticket, it is obviously killing players!

"Why has the price risen so much, as far as I know, the second-class ticket in the Hearthstone Hall is only about one hundred gold coins, even if it is a hundred and ten gold coins for the tickets sold at the Dark Moon Circus... You're so shameless!" the dwarf said angrily.

"Cut!"

"That's the price for me, since you feel like you can buy a sect in the Hearthstone Hall, then go there and buy it... Why bother to come to me again!" said the goblin with a disdainful expression, "That's the price!"

It's infuriating!

It's lawless!

When the dwarf was angry in front of the goblin, he turned to the local tavern, ordered himself a large glass of ale, and drank it alone in the corner.

"Brother!"

"Did you get any trouble?" said a dwarf, sitting across from him, "and let them help you out." ”

"Don't mention it!"

"It's not about the Hearthstone Grand Prix tickets," the gnome sighed, "because there are so many people on the scene, it's almost impossible to buy them... In the end, I chose to buy a black ticket!"

Black ticket?!

Oh my God, this kid is too bold, isn't he?

In case the person who checks the ticket finds out, you will be punished by a one-month ban on the character card!

"You... Are you too bold to be found out?" said the dwarf in surprise, "Don't do such a stupid thing, if you are caught, the punishment will be very severe!"

"Actually, it's not a black ticket, it's that kind of scalping," the dwarf said helplessly, "I found a goblin who said that he had any kind of ticket in hand, but... It's crazy about the price!"

In a frenzy?

"How many madness?"

"Do you know how much a second-class ticket costs in Hearthstone Hall?" said the dwarf, "for a hundred gold coins... And that damn goblin is going to charge me five hundred gold coins!"

Hiss!

That's a fivefold increase!

"It's too black-hearted!" said the dwarf angrily, "How can you make money like this, double it, and if it doubles all at once, who can afford to buy it!"

"No!"

"I really can't understand why this ** dealer has tickets when everyone can't buy tickets, could it be that 'Fenpida Entertainment & Culture Company' and 'Stim Game Studios' are engaged in a conspiracy?"

Official conspiracy?

The dwarf's words silenced all the drunkards present, but soon everyone was relieved that it was impossible for Master Fenpida to ruin his reputation for the sake of these gold coins.

"Impossible!"

"I feel like there's something wrong within!" said one of the dwarves, "and write to report it, so that Master Fenpida can pay more attention to the ticket!"

"Hmm!"

"I'll write a letter to Master Fenpida!" the dwarf nodded, "By the way, I don't think it will attract the attention of Master Fenpida by writing it alone, so it's better for us to sign our own names, it's so convincing!"

...

Booty Bay.

Fenpida was sorting out his freshly finished professional archaeology book, and was about to continue writing a non-professional book when Helen approached him with a letter.

"Boss!"

"There seems to be a problem with ticket sales. Helen handed the letter to her boss, and when she saw a pair of dark circles under Fenpida's eyes, she almost didn't die of fright, "Oh my God... What's wrong with you, boss?"

"Write a textbook!" Fenpida took the letter with an expressionless face, it turned out that there was a problem outside, and this group of fallen masters was crazy about the ticket price, causing an inadvertent sensation in the market.

Scalper tickets...

It's a big problem, but it can't be solved.

"Make an announcement, try not to buy tickets from unknown people, and if you need tickets, please buy them at official sales points or Darkmoon Circus sales points!" said Fenpida.

"But Boss..."

"There are too many people, not enough tickets!" Helen said, "As for the fact that there are people selling tickets outside because there are not enough tickets, if this problem is not solved, problems will continue to arise in the future!"

Ay!

What's the solution, although I know that it may be very popular, but the degree of popularity is far more than the estimated value.

Fenbida thought for a moment, and couldn't help but think of a crooked idea, and said to Helen, "Write a letter to Buna and ask her to increase the number of tickets!"

"Yes!"

After Helen left, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Fenpida's mouth, hehe... Unexpectedly, the once famous hanging ticket is online again!

I'm looking forward to the performance of the ticket!

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