pianist from the sea

Chapter 327 Damn it!Fu!

Time soon came to the day of Fu Tiao's concert. When Lucas took the RB10 from Wiesbaden to Frankfurt as usual, he couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, the area around Frankfurt's main train station is still so dirty and messy.

For a Wiesbaden native, he feels that Frankfurt is just a rich man with no historical background at all.

Even for those historical buildings, most of them were rebuilt after the war and are not existing buildings.

Therefore, his feeling about Frankfurt is basically just that of a large rural area, and he does not have a particularly favorable impression.

but……

Because there are many cultural activities in Frankfurt, he is actually acceptable to Frankfurt.

After all, there are not many cultural activities in his hometown of Wiesbaden.

The most cultural activity is to listen to students playing piano at the Wiesbaden Conservatory of Music.

There are basically about twenty concerts a week there.

Because small urban schools have fewer students, not only are their numbers not as large as those in big cities like Frankfurt, but their quality is also average.

That is to say, a few Chinese people can play it well, but other local Europeans can't play it well.

So he often comes to Frankfurt when he sees good concerts.

But even so, he always felt a little uncomfortable every time he came to Frankfurt.

He carefully looked at the passers-by around him, squeezed his wallet tightly, covered his nose and ran quickly from the station.

Because there are many homeless people near the main entrance, there is even an irrepressible smell of urine there. Many homeless people directly use that place as an outdoor toilet.

Disgusting.

When he walked to the dirtiest area in Europe around the main fire, where many refugees lived, he could only rush forward quickly, and when he rushed to the relatively clean railway track, Then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although others may be messy and messy, at the very least, the interior of this rail transit is relatively clean and tidy.

There is cleaning every day.

After he found a seat and sat down, he watched the vehicles passing through the area and heading towards the real financial center of the city.

It was still not much different from what he remembered. Countless homeless people were lying here motionless, like corpses, staring at the sky blankly, chewing something unknown in their mouths.

He hated these homeless people.

Because this group of people wasted his tax dollars.

He didn't know why the government wanted to bring so many homeless people into the city.

And the government provides accommodation for this group of refugees.

They even have a special accommodation fee every month, which is probably a few hundred euros, to provide this group of people with a place to sleep.

They even provide them with medical insurance and a place to eat every month.

Even the school has made arrangements for them, completely free of charge.

You must know that the German teachers who can teach refugees are basically the best German teachers in Germany, because teaching this group of people requires an additional certificate for teaching German refugees.

At the same time, they also need to pass the assessment set by a lawyer specifically responsible for refugees before they can teach this group of refugees.

But this group of people just refuse to go to class or find jobs, and they just lie here like moths.

This made him, a taxpayer, very uncomfortable, so he could only look away from the group of refugees and look at other things in the carriage.

Then, he saw Fu Tiao.

It's not Fu Tiao himself, but Fu Tiao's poster.

Posters for Fu Tiao's concert were actually posted in the carriage.

Looking at Fu Tiao sitting in front of the piano on the poster, Lucas couldn't help but complain.

"What the hell, your concert tickets are all sold out, why are you still advertising in this place?"

"Advertising? Concert?"

The man sitting next to him was stunned for a moment, looked at Lucas, and spoke tentatively.

"Were you just talking about... Dio? Dio Fu?"

"Genau (of course)!" Lucas pointed at Fu Diao's poster with his mouth and said helplessly.

"It's really just a little bit close. When I bought the Dior poster, the tickets were basically sold out, and I still had one or two tickets for the last concert. I didn't expect that the poster is still hanging outside."

"..."

The man looked at Lucas and didn't know what to say for a while. He clenched his fists and said with a strange expression.

"You were the one who bought the last ticket?"

"what?"

Lucas was stunned for a moment: "What? When I looked at it, there seemed to be less than ten pictures left, right? But after I paid the money, there was no one left."

"Sure enough! It's you indeed!"

The man next to him was slightly out of control.

"I just made a phone call to my friend, and I happened to see that there were about ten tickets left, so I went to ask him if he wanted to go to Fu Tiao's concert with me. But, as long as I and I When my friend was chatting on the phone, the tickets were gone! Not a single one! I refreshed for several days and didn’t see a single ticket! I even left my email address, but I still didn’t receive any information about refunds from others. , I, I, I, I..."

He was speechless as he spoke, and finally sighed and said helplessly.

"Now I can only go to the venue to see if there are any remaining tickets. Maybe there are still tickets at the concert ticket hall."

Of course, this was just a possibility, and he didn't know if there were any tickets available at the concert hall ticket hall.

As a German.

In other words, as a European, they actually don’t particularly trust this type of online stuff.

To put it simply, what you can see online may not be true.

Only the information you search offline will be the most accurate content.

This is the main reason why this man is sitting on the subway and walking towards the concert hall.

Looking at this man's appearance, Lucas suddenly showed a hint of fear.

He originally thought Fu Tiao's tickets would sell out quickly, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

If I had hesitated a little at that time, or asked my friends if they wanted to go together like this person, would I have... not had the chance to buy a ticket for Fu Tiao?

When he thought that he might not be able to hear Fu Tiao's performance, and that he had missed out on the ticket, he looked at the man next to him with a trace of sympathy.

Lucas immediately comforted the man next to him.

"It's okay. You have to believe in the level of the Frankfurt Old Opera House. As an old opera house, they are definitely not used to this kind of online things, so it will definitely be difficult to buy tickets on their official website. Yes. wrong?"

"What you said makes sense, but I don't have much confidence in my heart..."

The man looked at Lucas and then at the Fu Diao poster on the side of the carriage. He had no choice but to sigh again.

"I hope I can still buy tickets at the Frankfurt Old Opera House by then, because my friend made me unable to buy tickets. I didn't bring him with me when I came to Frankfurt this time. I hope the Frankfurt Old Opera House will buy tickets because of this." There are too many people to vote. If we open a few more floors for Dior, it will be really painful for me."

After he finished speaking, he directly changed the topic to other places, unwilling to continue discussing this topic.

The two of them chatted casually and followed the vehicle through the chaotic area and arrived near the city center.

The Old Opera House in Frankfurt can also be regarded as a very important, or very famous classic.

Here, you can even say it is a transportation hub.

Because there is a famous shopping street near the old opera house.

Ahead is the main road of the Financial City.

Not only can it be reached by bus, but also by rail transit on the road and the underground subway.

The two of them took the rail transit to the Old Opera House in Frankfurt.

When they got off the bus, they discovered a very serious problem.

That is……

There were so many people standing at the door of the old opera house.

There is a not particularly big square at the entrance of this old opera house.

Normally, except for certain festivals, there should not be too many people.

But today, there were actually people standing here.

They glanced at the time. It was now two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and there might still be more than five hours before Fu Diao started.There are already people standing here?

Are you kidding me?
Even if today is a weekend, even if many people come out to play today, there shouldn't be so many people standing at this time, right?

A rough estimate shows that there are at least five to six hundred people standing here.

What are they doing standing here in this square?
Lucas looked at the group of people standing around the concert hall with a hint of curiosity, not quite sure what they were thinking.

seems to be communicating.

From time to time, people leave and people come in.

But the entire Opera House Square location is overflowing.

It is difficult to walk normally in it.

Lucas didn't think much about it, he just thought there might be some activities today, but the expression of the man next to him, the man who had been chatting with him before, changed instantly.

He quickly pushed through the crowd and ran toward the ticket hall of the concert hall.

Lucas was stunned and also chased after him.

"Hey, hey hey hey, where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Buy a ticket! Gan, how did I know there would be so many people today? Why did you guys with tickets come so early? Did you come here so early to chat and daze?"

"I'm... planning to make an appointment with my friends to chat and drink. But is it still too late for you to buy a ticket now?"

"It's too late... I still have to go and have a look, right?"

Lucas followed the man and squeezed into the concert hall.

But I found that the concert hall was even more crowded.

It was much more crowded than outside the concert hall.

Countless people were gathering in front of the ticket hall of the concert hall, seemingly waiting for something.

From time to time there were sounds of quarreling and banging on the table.

Even if they hadn't completely informed Fu Diao that the tickets were sold out, Lucas and that person had probably guessed it.

This group of people came here to buy tickets.

They felt that online tickets might not be useful, so they decided to buy tickets offline to watch Fu Tiao's concert.

It's just a little bit of a pity.

When they came over, they suddenly discovered something very serious.

That’s because there are really too many people who think this way.

Not to mention the group of people outside, there is a high probability that many people in that group already have their own tickets.

Just this group of people inside.

At a glance, there should be about a hundred people there.

The entire concert hall of the Frankfurt Old Opera House only has a total of more than 2000 seats, and they are still crammed into them.

How could this extra group of a hundred or so people possibly be able to fit in any more?

Lucas followed the person he was chatting with to the end of the queue, looking around curiously while queuing.

With so many people around, can I really buy a ticket?

Or... go find scalpers?
Although there are relatively few scalpers for classical music, there should be scalpers, right?
The profession of scalping is not limited to China, it should be available in other places as well.

But why are there no scalpers here?
Lucas looked at the bored passerby who was also queuing in front of him, and immediately stepped forward and asked him.

"Sorry to excuse you, are you here to buy tickets for tonight's concert too?"

"You're just bullshit."

When the man heard Lucas's voice, he rolled his eyes at Lucas behind him angrily and said angrily.

"Most of the people who are in the concert hall now are waiting to see if there are any refunds. Compared with online notifications, tickets can be obtained fastest from the conductor."

As soon as he finished speaking, an excited monkey call came from the distance.

"Hehehehe, I got it, I got it! I got the ticket! Hehehehehe!!!"

"Damn it, another lucky guy got a ticket, show off..."

The man scolded the lucky man in front who was happily announcing that he had got the ticket. Then he looked at Lucas and the other person behind him, clicked his tongue twice, and shook his head.

"But I don't think you need to think too much. The tickets should be almost sold out. There are basically 100% no tickets for your position. I'm hanging on. I feel that my chances of getting a ticket are about the same as yours."

"Aren't there any scalpers? I mean... why not buy tickets from ticket sellers?"

Lucas glanced at the people queuing around him and asked with some confusion: "I think instead of trying your luck in this place now, it's really better to spend a little more money and buy a suitable ticket, right?"

"Spend money? What are you dreaming about? If you can get it with money, it won't be a problem!"

The man glanced at Lucas behind him and spoke with a trace of anger.

"Today there was a girl group from South Korea at the stadium in Frankfurt. All the ticket sellers went there to buy tickets. No one came here to buy tickets at all. The starting price of tickets there was almost a hundred euros. , they can even sell double the amount! And what about us? The ticket is only 100 euros at most!
If it were me, I would be willing to give Fu 300 euros for a first-class seat at most. Triple the price is my final bottom line, but for those fans of the girl group, they can even pay ten times the price!So there was not a single ticket seller today!This is the first time that I hope that a ticket seller will show up, instead of being as resentful as before! "

When he said this, he was stunned for a moment and added.

"Oh no, I made a mistake. My fault. There was actually a ticket seller today."

Before Lucas could react, the man next to him became excited: "Where? Where? Where is he? Tell me quickly, I hope he can come and take my money!"

"If only he could come and take your money now, I wouldn't have to wait around here."

The man in front sighed helplessly.

"That ticket seller has sold out all the tickets in his hand. There is not a penny left. He sold them at more than twice the price. Now he is still regretting that he sold less. It's not just him, I If he regrets it, why didn't he find me earlier? I could have paid three times the price to buy it! Damn it."

"..."

For the first time, Lucas felt a little disillusioned with his worldview.

He had always thought that ticket dealers were a cancer, but he never expected that he would encounter people who wanted to ask ticket dealers to increase their prices to sell tickets.

but……

He put himself into their group's situation, and everything seemed to be explained.

It seems that if the price is increased two or three times to buy a ticket from Fu Tiao, it is not a particularly big price.

Inexplicably, he seemed willing to spend this money on Fu Diao.

Looking at the frowning faces of everyone in front of him, Lucas reached out and touched the tickets on the chest of his clothes, and laughed happily.

"Okay, then you guys just keep waiting. I'll go out for a walk first. I still have friends over there."

"What? Don't you keep waiting?"

The person in front was stunned for a moment: "I was just kidding, maybe I can still buy tickets before the concert starts tonight? After all, there are only about 100 people, so there is still hope for waiting a little longer."

"I don't have to wait."

Lucas blinked at those people and spoke to them in a tone that was extremely sincere, but sounded particularly disrespectful to outsiders.

"I have a ticket, and I'm still in the front row. I'm just curious and came over to ask why you are queuing here."

"You%￥!@#!"

Looking at the gradually distorted expressions of everyone, Lucas turned around and left the ticket hall before they rushed up to him, and stood outside the door of the concert hall.

He turned around and glanced at the people who were still lining up angrily over there, and felt extraordinarily happy for no reason.

Sure enough, happiness comes out through comparison.

He happily walked from the platform of the concert hall to the steps, preparing to have a drink and chat with his friends as promised.

But he didn't expect that when he blended into the crowd, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd.

He followed the rioting crowd and looked over.

The source of the commotion was finally discovered.

In the distance, a luxury vehicle bearing the name "Frankfurt Old Opera House" was parked at the edge of the opera house.

A particularly familiar Chinese man stepped out of the car and walked toward the concert hall under the escort of the staff.

Looking at the particularly familiar person, Lucas, like everyone else, shouted that sentence in great surprise.

"Fuck! Fu!"

(End of this chapter)