You Promised Me, Mr. Lee San-ha - Chapter 87



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Episode 87: A shabby person in a precious place (2)

Broken Bullet’s performance venue is Jamsil Stadium.

It wasn’t too far from the company, so I was able to get there quickly.

It’s other people’s problem, not me.

This is the leader of perception, Idain.

This being, who is written as younger sister but read as enemy, has never appeared on time in my life.

‘That bastard will probably come to my funeral after the body is burned.’

Why else would my mom say something like that?

So I had no choice but to use my powers again this time.

Ida In: I promise to arrive at least an hour before the show starts.

Just then, I got a call from my mom.

[Where is my son?]

“Mom, are you home already?”

[Your dad is still driving, but he’s almost there. We left early because Dain was making such a fuss.]

My mother’s voice was already filled with fatigue.

As expected.

Idain’s screams could be heard on the other end of the phone.

[Dad! Can’t you go a little faster?! What? Speeding? Fines? I can just deduct that from my allowance! Hurry up and get in front of that foreign car! I told you that once you stick your head in, the car behind you will stop! Hey, I can’t give in right now?! I told you to hurry!]

Mom asked with a sigh.

[Did you make a bet with Dain or something? She’s not the type of person to rush like that… .]

“No, I have never done that.”

… … First of all, I didn’t lie.

[Mom, step aside for a moment. Oh, why is the window going down so slowly? Hey! Who are you to blink and not turn it on and get in… …! Hey, why are you rolling up the window?! I still have something to tell the car next to me―.]

Have you fulfilled your promise?

Y/N

At the same time as saying yes, Idain’s voice gets smaller.

[Um, um… …. Dad? Could you forget about what just happened? Or could you turn the car around? I’m so pissed I want to go home… ….]

I hung up the phone and looked around.

Soon, they began to show themselves.

People who are looking around and holding their hands in their bosoms.

They approached people covertly, like underworld arms dealers, and said:

“Are you looking for a table?”

Some people haggle while making impressions,

Some people get angry and move away,

Some people buy reluctantly.

Even though Broken Bullet’s fan base had dwindled, they still had a loyal following.

But they don’t have the means to buy tickets in the first place.

Is it because we are from a generation that is not familiar with the Internet?

No, these days, people other than the elderly can easily make reservations.

The problem is the macros these scammers use.

It doesn’t matter whether the performing singer is popular or not.

While the general public waits in line at opening time to choose their seats and make payments, ticket scalpers have already finished purchasing tickets.

There are dozens of them.

A limit on purchases per person? That’s not a restriction.

Anyway, a lot of dummy accounts are running at once.

A system that sweeps up dozens of accounts, regardless of seat, and completes payment with just one click.

The reason why ordinary people, who have been struggling to get to the payment stage, see the words [Sold Out] is because of this.

I went to a ticket scalper and expressed my intention to buy.

“How much is it?”

The ticket seller started scanning me without saying a word.

It seems like they’re trying to confirm first whether or not you’re a police officer.

“What is it?”

I just saw you trading with someone else, and you’re still so shameless.

“Are you selling Broken Bullet tickets? If not, I’ll find someone else.”

“Oh no~ I have some extra… … . If you need it, I can give it to you cheaply.”

Aha. So that’s how you say it.

By using the expression ‘extra’, he is appealing that he did not intentionally monopolize the votes.

“I asked because I needed it. So, how much will you sell it for?”

“The guy who buys it knows~ How can the girl selling it not know?”

… … A subtly annoying way of speaking.

Anyway, I’m going to try to negotiate, so I’ll make an offer.

“About 20 will do?”

The original price was 128,000 won per person.

With the card discount, it was exactly 100,000 won.

When I called 20, they offered me almost double the amount.

But the ticket seller’s reaction was cold.

“Leave it alone~ I need to go home and feed the black goat. Can you give me some of your remaining tickets or something~?”

“How about 30… … ?”

“Oh my~ I don’t know why you came out here in this cold winter day~? You should just burn the tickets and use them to make a bonfire~ like the little match girl.”

“… … 40! Surely this won’t work either?!”

“How many do you need, sir?”

Only then does the tone of voice of the ticket seller change to that of a professional salesperson.

“We will sell you up to two tickets at the regular price, and for three tickets and above, we will discount each ticket by 50,000 won. Please understand that we do not accept credit cards, only cash transactions.”

The annoying dialect disappeared somewhere and a luxury goods dealer suddenly appeared.

‘Well, I guess this is to be expected since I’m paying four times the regular price.’

I asked, fiddling with my wallet.

“But this is my first time buying a ticket like this… … Is this price really cheap?”

“Hehehe~ Young man. Don’t you know the principle of supply and demand? If you look there, there is demand, so the unit price curve goes up―.”

“That’s not what I meant. I just thought this was the normal price.”

“Oh, it’s not normal. I’m like 111st when it comes to selling. I always sell at the lowest price. If you look closely, it’s a lot lower than normal. After deducting the program cost and labor cost, there’s nothing left. In fact, I’m selling at a loss.”

“Aha, really? Then let’s do that.”

I smiled and agreed with her.

Tiring!

Standard Love (Ticket Scalping): Promise to sell tickets at the lowest price.

Strangely enough, it carries out the promise of a black market ticket that lives up to its name.

Then the response came immediately.

“Wait a minute! Is this really the lowest price? A whopping 40 per piece? This is not how a businessperson should act. Shouldn’t you always conduct business with honesty and trust?! Of course, you’re not a full-time employee and I don’t accept credit cards, but hurry… … Anyway, stay here for a moment.”

The ticket seller opened the chatroom and started typing something urgently.

Soon, the black market stalls that had been scattered all over the place began to gather one after another.

“What? A salty fish has appeared?”

“What is this all of a sudden?”

“We have to sell it quickly because there’s not much time left until the opening! What is it?!”

Mr. Standard Love stood up on the bench and shouted:

“What is the lowest price for Broken Bullet?!”

Those who gathered around the sudden action seemed bewildered.

“Sister, are you crazy?! Come down!”

“This guy is advertising for the police to arrest him right now… …!”

“What lowest price is that? They’re all sold at market price!”

But Ms. Standard Love continued asking questions without changing her expression at all.

“Youngest! How much are you selling it for?!”

A woman in her late 30s answered the question hesitantly.

“I, I’m about 32… … ?”

The other black marketers clicked their tongues and said.

“Oh my~ That girl is digging the ground to do business. She’s digging the ground to do business.”

“Is this how the market economy collapses?”

“The Big Short isn’t that far away~.”

Ms. Pyo Eun-ae shouted.

“Then I’m 31! I’m further down?!”

The gathered ticket sellers still looked dumbfounded.

“Why is that girl acting like that? Hey! Are you crazy?!”

At that moment.

The audience, hearing the commotion, began to gather little by little.

Ms. Pyo Eun-ae continued to shout loudly.

“Now, now! We’re offering the lowest price in the country at 310,000 won! Only through Pyo Eun-ae! The King of the East, once the king of eastern hip-hop! Meet Broken Bullet at the lowest price right now! Now on Jamsil Gymnasium!”

Just when people were starting to take out their wallets.

“Well, I’m 30 then!”

The woman who had been called youngest earlier pulled out another discount offer.

The moment the audience’s eyes turned towards her, one of the ticket sellers who had been cursing the standard-bearer said.

“Wait a minute! What are you doing?! Why are we suddenly competing in bloodshed―”

But her words were cut off by the voices of the other black marketers.

“28!”

“I, I crazy bitch… …! Okay, 27!”

“25! No more!”

Crowds fill the surrounding area.

Even in the midst of it all, the auction continued.

“22 points… … 7!”

“No, you’re saying it’s down to the thousand won?! 21.2!”

The auction price was slowly reaching its lowest point.

The discount rate gradually decreases from the 200,000 won range.

It seems that the black market industry has a psychological resistance to margins of less than 2x.

But they didn’t know.

That there is a bottom below the bottom.

As each person’s price was announced, I checked their name.

Then we went to the skills page and looked through each person’s ‘Promises made with others’.

As expected, everyone had a history of saying the same thing.

[I will sell it at the lowest price.]

After checking the phrase, I immediately used the skill.

This is the skill of ‘keeping promises between others.’

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

The lowest price has now even surpassed the regular price.

The auction began to go down like a countdown to the new year.

At the end of it all was Mr. Standard Love.

“zero!”

The ‘real lowest price’ has finally revealed itself.

As soon as the announcement was made, cheers erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

The mad celebration had only just begun.

Pyo Eun-ae said, scattering the tickets like pollen.

“Haha …

Other ticket scalpers who have fallen into promise-fulfillment mode also start throwing out tickets like crazy.

“Me too, I’ll sell at the lowest price!”

“It’s not the margin that matters! It’s the message that matters! Come on! Take the ticket! You don’t need it?! Shut up! It doesn’t matter whether you want it or not! Just take it!”

“This is what a proper market economy is! Sharing everything equally and for free! Not relying on money is what will save the economy! All we have to lose is tickets and chains! Gather, Red Army!”

Anyway, everything worked out well.

The concert organizers sold out all the tickets at full price without any refunds or empty seats.

Fans can now meet singers at the ‘lowest price’.

The owner of this many black market dealers must have suffered quite a blow.

As I was turning around after completing all the promises on the black market, Idaein came running.

“Are you here? Where are your parents?”

“I’m just coming from parking! What the heck? The show’s canceled?”

Ida In, who had been running fiercely, held out her smartphone.

On the screen was Broken Bullet’s twitcher.

[I am retiring now. Mother fuckers. (I am retiring now. Friends.)]

What the heck is this just a few minutes before the show?