Chen'an laughed dumbly, and turned out to be a scalper after a long time.

"I could tell at a glance that you didn't buy a ticket, brother." The man pulled out a yellow envelope from his bag.

"The on-site tickets for the rehearsal of the Sword of the Wangcheng stage play, 50,000 tickets, good quality and low price."

Chen'an really doesn't understand the current prices, what stage play rehearsal tickets cost 50,000 tickets.

The other party can obviously rob directly, but he chose to give him a ticket, which is really a good person.

The man looked at Chen'an with some hesitation, thinking that he was frightened by the price.

"Brother, I'll have doubled tenfold, it's really not expensive, look at those few." The man pointed to the people in front of him, who were also sneaking around looking for someone to talk to.

"Those people's ticket prices have increased fifteen times! After my village, there is no such shop. The man patted the envelope.

"Little brother, I also have cats, and we have a fate when we see it, so let's give you a discount, how about selling you for forty-nine thousand eight! That's already the lowest price! ”

A black line crossed Chen'an's face, and after talking for a long time, he gave him two hundred yuan cheaper.

When the man first came up, he thought it was someone from Beixiong who came to the door, which made him worry for a long time.

Chen'an waved his hand.

"Thanks, but I don't need this ticket."

After listening to Chen'an's words, the man thought that Chen'an was a newcomer who participated in this kind of activity for the first time, and he quickly explained: "Little brother, you can't go up without a ticket......

"Come up quickly, Ling'er should be in a hurry for a while." Jiu'er said on the side.

"Little brother, you see your cat wants you to buy this ticket." Seeing Jiu'er screaming, the man hurriedly said nonsense.

Jiu'er, who was misinterpreted, was a little speechless, this person could really say anything in order to sell his tickets.

Dusty took out the blue sign Emily had given her and hung it around her neck.

The sign reads "Staff" in four big words.

After seeing the sign on Chen'an's chest, the man didn't say a word, turned his head and ran, and the speed surprised Chen'an.

"Why don't you catch these scalpers? Maybe the official of the Sword of the Royal City can give you something like a reward. Jiu'er smiled evilly.

"Forget it, let's go up first."

Chen'an shook his head, not wanting to bother with this kind of nosy.

Under the guidance of the security guard, Chen'an followed the employee passage to the backstage.

Among the large number of rooms, he quickly found the room with "Ling'er" written on it, and Chen'an knocked on the door.

"Enter."

After pushing the door in, Dusty sees that Ireen has changed into a princess costume, and Emily is standing next to her to help her with her makeup.

The huge handbag was placed in front of the mirror, and Chen'an looked at the large pile of bottles and cans in the bag in surprise.

It was the first time he knew that girls needed so many things to put on makeup.

"Why is it so slow?" Irene asked subconsciously.

"Don't move!" Emily slapped the back of Irene's hand, and the girl sat down on the stool obediently and stopped talking.

"I met a scalper who wanted to sell me a ticket."

"And you bought it?" This time, it was Emily who took the initiative to ask.

"Of course not." Chen'an scratched her head, could it be that in Emily's opinion, she was stupid?

"It's good that I didn't buy it, the audience organizer of this rehearsal has already been booked, and I won't buy tickets at all."

Chen'an now suddenly wants to go downstairs and arrest those people and give them to the organizers.

He thought that those others just wanted to make a lot of money by reselling tickets, but he didn't expect that they weren't even scalpers, they were just a bunch of liars.

Dusty sat bored in a chair next to her, silently watching Emily put on Irene's makeup.

He found that although he knew that the person sitting in front of him was Irene, the feeling he gave him was gradually different, but he couldn't tell what was different.

After the final step was completed, Emily moved her stiff body and silently began to clean up the things on the table.

Irene breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly stood up from her stool as if the seal had been lifted.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and walked quickly to Chen'an.

"I think you seemed like a fan of mine! How do you feel now? Every night, the idol of my heart stands in front of you with makeup just for you! ”

Just like when she was talking to each other in the apartment that day, Irene spun around in front of Chen'an.

But this time she was carrying a real princess dress.

The haggard look on the girl's face had completely disappeared, replaced by pink cheeks and delicate lips.

The blue contact lenses and golden wig also make Irene a lot less aggressive, as if the princess in the game has really gone to reality.

The Irene in front of him was familiar and unfamiliar, and now the person standing in front of him was no longer the fox lady, but the popular idol demon.

"I said it all, Jiu'er is your fan." Chen'an hugged Jiu'er to Irene.

Irene took Jiu'er, held it in her arms and stroked it gently.

Jiu'er was also very useful, and she enjoyed lying in Yilin's arms very much.

"Dead duck has a hard mouth, obviously the computer desktop is full of my pictures......" Ireen muttered quietly.

"Dusty is your fan?" Emily, who was packing her makeup bag, asked suddenly. "You have a lot of talent among your fans."

"Everyone has said that he is not my fan, his cat is." Irene's tone was full of resentment, and she looked very dissatisfied with Chen'an's words.

"Isn't it, Jiu'er." Irene hugged Jiu'er in front of her.

"Yes!"

Seeing Jiu'er "meow", Yilin also followed with a "meow".

Emily glanced at the white kitten in Irene's arms.

Irene once told her that this cat's name is Jiu'er, and it is the royal beast of Chen'an.

But Emily wonders why this beast, which looks like a jungle cat, never returns to the beast space, but stays outside.

"My cat."

Emily suddenly remembered that this morning, she asked Dusty who she was talking to, and he replied like this.

She suddenly had a bold idea.

"What if what he says is true?" Emily said.

If Chen'an's cat can really communicate with him and have intelligence, then it can explain why Chen'an can make a contract with Irene.

"I see, it's just his excuse!" Irene waved her small fist.

Emily walked over to Jiu'er and took a closer look at the white kitten.

Jiu'er was looking at Irene intently, not noticing Emily.

"Let's go, it's almost time, we should go backstage and wait." Emily suggested.

She didn't see anything for the time being, and she planned to observe it for a while.

After Emily finished speaking, Irene seemed to suddenly remember something.

She turned her head back to the dressing table and rummaged through it, and after a while, she stood in front of Chen'an with her sunglasses and comb.

"That's what a bodyguard looks like." Irene put her sunglasses on Chen'an's face, and then used a comb to help him fix his hair.