hollywood billionaire

Chapter 203 Invoicing Grand Event
"You are now in the queue..."

"13432?!"

Looking at the black numbers that popped up on the Ticketmaster mobile application, and the progress bar moving to the right below at a slow speed, Pedro scratched his hair anxiously.

"Why the fuck... so many people?"

Pedro patted Douglas on the upper arm with the back of his hand and asked.

"What's your number over there, Doug?"

"A little ahead, 7754."

"I'm 15601."

"6693."

"Let's see... oh shit, good luck! 2260!"

The parking attendants clustered around the two of them reported the ranking numbers on their mobile phones.

"How many early bird tickets are there in total?"

"2000 per day, 6000 for three days, and 3000 three-day early bird passes... 9000."

"Then how can I buy it here?" Pedro said in a dejected tone.

"Not everyone who enters the line will buy it, and some people will fall out due to a system failure. You now have more than 13000 people, and you may be able to buy it." Douglas leaned over and glanced at Pedro , and then turned his attention to the unlucky guy who was in the queue at 15601, "Santiago, you just exit now and line up the pre-sale tickets... Oh, no, VVIP, line up for VVIP tickets, three days Kind of."

"$3000?" Exiting the queuing page, Santiago was taken aback when he saw the price list, "Can this also make money?"

"We make money from fools, and there are two kinds of fools, poor and rich." Douglas seemed to be very prestigious among the parking attendants, and he touched Santiago's hand twice affectionately and sternly like a father. Head, "You can take a photo with the artist. As long as this kind of ticket is sold out, it will definitely increase in the future. Maybe it will earn more than the early bird ticket."

"Okay, Jefe." Santiago clicked into the purchase channel of VVIP tickets, "Hey, there is no need to line up here, I'm in!"

"Take my card and swipe one out first."

Santiago immersed himself in entering Wells Fargo's credit card information and personal information, clicked submit, and waited for the system to process.He didn't raise his head excitedly until he received the news that the deduction was successful and the ticket transaction was completed at the same time by email and text message, and he waved his phone vigorously.

"It's done! Where are you?"

"Valió verga..." The lucky guy ranked No. 2260 was irritated and cursed repeatedly at this time, "Click to enter and it shows that there is no ticket! The purchase button is gray!"

"refresh?"

"After refreshing, what if I get queued again?" He frantically clicked the unresponsive gray button.

"Try to exit this submission information page, go back to the first screen where you successfully queued up, and try again?"

"Let me try……"

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"Requeue!"

"Fukcing Ticketmaster!"

"Fukcing Ticketmaster."

In Long Beach, California, in the Versailles apartment next to the art museum, a young man sitting in front of the computer and smoking an electronic cigarette yelled the same swear words as half of his "peers" in Las Vegas.

"What's the matter, Alan?"

Pacing back and forth behind him, the middle-aged man who looked quite gentle and refined stopped and looked at him with his hands behind his back.

"Any questions?"

"Ticketmaster, they always change the CAPTCHA system, one every two days, one every two days, and I have to re-crack and re-write the robot's program every time." Allen scratched his eyebrows with the bottom of the e-cigarette Swollen muscles.

"Can't get around?" The middle-aged man put his hands on Alan's shoulders and massaged him twice.

"That's not enough, Ken." Allen turned around and smiled at Ken. "It wasted 10 minutes of my life, but it's done."

"Great."

Ken pouted, showing no surprise.

"How many cards have we got now?"

"2200 early bird tickets, 11045 advance tickets, 807 VIP tickets, and 112 VVIP tickets."

"Don't exceed one-third, and leave some for other teams, lest they go to the FBI again...I don't want them to kick the door a second time." Ken rubbed his face hard to keep himself awake, "Also, check the user's address filled in. Last time Beyoncé's ticket was about 3000 tickets with the same address, which is a bit too eye-catching."

"Don't worry, boss, the number has been set. The addresses are assigned completely randomly this time. There is one address for every four tickets. From the United States to the United Kingdom to Italy, more than 8000 addresses have been captured, and there will be no duplicates."

Allen took a sip of his coffee and grinned.

"We Wiseguys, the same mistake, will never make it a second time."

"Just don't let the name Kenneth Rosen appear on CNN again." Kenneth Rosen would only make this kind of joke in an absolutely safe environment.Seeing that all kinds of tickets for Mad City were gradually settled, he walked towards the door of the apartment while waving to the team crowded on three long tables and using nearly twenty computers to grab tickets non-stop.

"Thanks for your hard work, guys. After you're done, Allen will take you out for something to eat... Pick any club, and I'll pay for it!"

Amid the sudden burst of cheers, Kenneth Rosen had smile lines in the corners of his eyes, locked all suspicious noises that would cause LAPD in the apartment, straightened the collar of the Old Navy jacket he was wearing, and put his hands in his pockets , into the still somewhat steep night in Los Angeles.

The climate of this city of lights built on the desert is like this. Even in early July, as long as there is no direct sunlight, the temperature will only hover around 65 degrees Fahrenheit.

Wearing a jacket can feel the coolness.

"It's done, your side is ready to ship."

Sitting in the Porsche 911 GT3 RS, Kenneth opened his phone, called up Telegram, and sent a picture of the African savannah in a group consisting only of numbers, which can only be seen by zooming in on the hills on the left side of the picture Such a sentence is capitalized and capitalized, and even some letters are changed in order and rearranged.

Kenneth Rosen, 46, college dropout at San Marcos High School in Santa Barbara, founder of Wiseguys Tickets.

What are Wiseguys Tickets?

The world's largest scalper organization.

He was raided by the FBI once in 2010, and was sent directly to the dock of the New Jersey Federal District Court by the US government.

Kenneth Rosen, who was charged with 43 counts, made a net profit of $2002 million through ticket sales from 2009 to 2500 alone.Miley Cyrus, Barbra Streisand, Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, any gig that would make money, he'd be in it.At the craziest time, out of 1000 Rose Bowl tickets, Wiseguys alone grabbed 882 tickets.

However, before the U.S. Congress passed the BOTS Act in December 2016, prohibiting individuals or organizations from using robots to rob tickets, in most states in the United States, including the federal level, reselling tickets and using automatic ticket robbing procedures were legal. Kenneth Rosen was charged with 12 counts, which are only related to network security.

In the end, after signing the plea agreement, he only needs to spend 120 million US dollars to walk out of the court and continue his brilliant career as the world's number one scalper.However, after being caught by the FBI once, Kenneth became less ostentatious.One team for ticket grabbing, one team for ticket sales, and another team for fund monitoring. Try to do offline transactions or use encrypted chat software to communicate.

Under Kenneth Rosen's high salary incentive policy of "as long as the expected sales are achieved, each employee will be given a bonus equal to the annual salary", his team of dozens of people has been operating in an orderly and safe manner.

The ticket grabbing process in Mad City this time perfectly reflects the new model that Wiseguys adhered to from 2010 to 2016.

No matter how popular the performance is, how many people pay attention to it, and how many people are waiting to buy tickets, Wiseguys will only grab one-third of the show at most, and leave the rest of the share to other scalpers and normal ticket buyers, so as to avoid making too much publicity.After receiving the PDF file of the ticket, it will be handed over to a dedicated distribution team, and it will be listed on Stubhub and other secondary ticket trading platforms in a step-by-step manner.First mark the highest price and raise the psychological expectations of the secondary market, which is also to set the tone for other ticketing teams, and then gradually increase or decrease the average price according to market reactions.

"2200, 11045..."

Before starting the car, Kenneth Rosen opened his photo album, took another look at Mad City's main festival poster, and perused the long list of star-studded names in the lineup.

This time, it shouldn't be difficult to make a difference of two to three million yuan.

Connect Bluetooth, click on Spotify, and play Kanye West's "Gold Digger". The Porsche 911 roared dully, quickly merged into the I-710 highway, and drove towards Beverly Hills.

"She take my money when I'm in need,

Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed,

Oh, she's a gold digger way over town,

That digs on me..."

"No, no, why did you put this song randomly."

Using his mobile phone to connect to a Bluetooth speaker, Ori Bristan, who was providing background music services for his colleagues in Room 1000 of the Xinghui Building, quickly cut off the somewhat disrespectful "Gold Digger" and pressed the Skip two or three times to Kendrick Lamar's "Money Tree."

"Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish),

Hit the house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish),

Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive),

From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)…”

"It's much better." Ori breathed a sigh of relief, and returned his attention to the four display screens.

Just as Kendrick Lamar sang the golden line "It go Halle Berry or hallelujah" in the song, the crowd gathered in front of the screen let out a deafening cheer, and a few seconds later, thunderous The applause also joined the symphony in the office of Han Music Group.

In front of the two screens in the middle, the original off-white "3-Day Early Bird" area on the pie chart has been completely filled with bright purple.

"Three-day early bird tickets...sold out!"

The 2500 three-day early bird tickets that Han placed on Ticketmaster and the other 500 tickets on Eventbrite became the first ticket types to be cleared by fans for the first Mad City Music Festival.

For Wiseguys alone, 1600 early-bird tickets were purchased for three days, and the remaining 600 tickets were allocated equally to daily single-day early-bird tickets.

The reason why the three-day early-bird tickets were sold out first is very simple. Whether you are a scalper or a fan, you can see the huge appreciation space behind this ticket type.

Three days, 450 US dollars, the average daily cost of watching performances is 150 US dollars.

For $150, you can only sit in the Peak District on popular games with the Los Angeles Lakers.But in Mad City, you can watch the wonderful performances of 24 groups of top European and American music guests.

Whether you keep it for yourself or sell it to make money, the three-day early bird ticket is naturally the best choice.

"Ten ten and six..."

Ori raised his hand to glance at the time on his watch, and smacked his lips, not surprised at all.

With the lineup of Mad City, coupled with the intensive ticketing T+0 day announcement method, if the cheapest ticket type cannot be cleared within 10 minutes, then there will be a big problem.

Moreover, the speed of this kind of ticket clearing is actually slower than that of Coachella, EDC and Lollapalooza.

Early bird tickets for these three major music festivals in North America are basically sold out within 30 seconds to 1 minute of opening the link.

Of course, Mad City, hosted by Han onsite, is only the first session this year. In the case of short publicity and distribution time and insufficient customer accumulation time, it is still worthy of recognition and praise to be able to sell 6 early bird tickets in 3000 minutes. something to encourage.

3000 copies at $450 each, for a total of $135 million in sales.

After deducting the service fee, handling fee and sales tax of the ticketing platform, it barely evened out all the performance expenses of Han Music Group's own artists.

"There are 6000 single-day early bird tickets left... 2369. The single-ticket sales rate is 61.62%."

Seeing the statistics just refreshed on the screen, one of the big rocks that Han Yi has been hanging in his heart today quietly fell to the ground.

Selling all the early bird tickets within half an hour is one of the main goals he set after negotiating with Han's on-site team.

Now it seems that completing this first task should be a certainty.

I just don't know... how many minutes will the final record of sold out early bird tickets be?
"I got it!"

After refreshing the school mailbox, McKinsey-Jones, who saw the Ticketmaster order confirmation number email, happily clenched his fists and drew two circles in midair.

"Las Vegas, here I come!"

"Bianca, how are you doing?"

"I haven't made it yet." Bianca, who obviously didn't have roommates and experienced ticket grabbing, unexpectedly found out that she had never registered as a Ticketmaster member half a minute before the ticket was issued.After she finished the registration process, the ticketing channel had been open for two or three minutes.Bianca sat cross-legged on the sofa, biting her nails nervously, watching the numbers "3", "1184", and "1172" jumping constantly on the screen.

"You bought it, right? Then open the ticket purchase page and help me see if the three-day early bird tickets are sold out."

"Okay, let me... oh shit, it seems... seems to be sold out."

McKinsey repeatedly exited and entered the ticket purchase page two or three times. After confirming that the gray "SOLD OUT" prompt of the three-day early bird pass was not his own illusion, he showed it to Bianca.

"No no no!" Bianca hugged her head, dragged her voice, and lamented.

"What should I do, what should I do? I really want to go too!"

"Don't be nervous, let me do the math..."

McKinsey took out his phone and quickly entered a few numbers into the calculator app.

"Single-day early-bird tickets are 188... times 3... Okay, now, Bianca, buy three single-day early-bird tickets immediately, one for each day, which is 16 cheaper than a three-day advance ticket Dollar."

"Okay...can I buy three tickets together?"

"Okay! I just clicked in and looked at it. The tickets for the three days are all in one interface, just add them to the shopping cart separately."

"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't wait until the one-day tickets are gone!"

"Bili, can you come and check for me? Is it because I didn't operate well, or...all the early bird tickets are sold out?"

Lying on the king bed in the one-person suite of the Mohegan Sun Casino Hotel in the Moxican Reserve, Madison Bill unconsciously shook his feet in mid-air, and asked aloud that he was already in her room and had a drink with her secretly. After a night of drinking, Billy Eilish is half lying on the sofa and letting go.

Tomorrow, they will usher in the Future Now: The Tour concert in Uncasville, Connecticut.The reason why they chose to perform in this New England town with a total population of less than [-] was not because LiveNation's planning team lost their minds, but because there was one of the largest casinos in Connecticut——Yumo The Mohegan God casino directly operated by the Xigan tribe.

There are currently 326 Indian reservations in the United States, most of which rely on operating casinos for a living. This is the most effective compensation given by the federal government to these poor aboriginals who have been massacred and exterminated.Mohegan Sun Casino is quite strategically located at the intersection of the four cities of New York, Boston, Springfield and Providence.There is still Atlantic City in the south of New York State, but for residents of Connecticut, Massachusetts and Rhode Island, Mohegan Sun Casino is almost their only choice if they don’t want to travel too far.

Such superior natural conditions have allowed the annual revenue of Mohegan Sun Casino to rise steadily. By 2016, this entertainment complex standing on the Thames River—yes, there is also a Thames River in New England—can create $10.7 billion in revenue.

On a family outing, on a reservation vacation, the adults can indulge in the casinos and bars, but in the meantime, keep the kids and teens entertained.In addition to the large-scale affiliated shopping mall, the Mohegan Sun Stadium, which can accommodate 1 people, has become the best place for adults to get rid of their burdens and burdens.

Buying a concert ticket can give yourself a night of cleanliness, why not do it?

Therefore, holding a concert here is actually a very wise business choice. Future Now: When almost all the stops on the East Coast of The Tour still had tickets left, this Uncasville show was sold out two months ago.

There are still 24 hours before the concert, and Billy and Madison have nothing to do.Moreover, although the two are not long-established masters like Demi Lovato and Nick Jonas, Billy Eilish, who has two songs on the Billboard chart, and the number of fans on social media Madison Bill, who has continued to climb and has now broken through the 500 million mark, is not the kind of pure newcomer who can walk around the street at will without worrying about fans discovering.

Just arrived in Uncasville yesterday, Billy and Madison tried it once.The two of them made an appointment to go to Sephora in the hotel together. Before entering the store, they were blocked by a few fans at the door to take a group photo. In the end, it took half an hour before they were able to escape from the onlookers with the help of hotel security. Escape from the shopping mall where there are more and more people.

"Bili! When will a new song be released!"

"Madison, I love you so much!"

"When did someone actually recognize me?"

In the elevator back to the hotel room, Billy Eilish patted her chest, feeling terrified, but at the same time, it was hard to hide her complacency.Madison Bill has long been used to this kind of life, but for Bi Li, this is the first time she has experienced such a grand situation of being directly blocked in a shopping mall.

The hotel was full of fans who came to watch the show, and the possibility of going out for fun was marked with a big red cross.In this case, the two who finished the rehearsal early sneaked back to the room after dinner, opened a few bottles of drinks from the minibar, and ate the forbidden fruit with a few bags of potato chips.

That's right, when they checked in, the hotel had deliberately cleared the minibars in the suites of the two underage girls, leaving only non-alcoholic soft drinks.

But this is Phineas' room.

Poor brother, staring at a fridge full of Diet Coke right now.

"Let me see...it seems right, it is indeed sold out."

Bi Li lay down on the bed, put her arms around Madison, and put her face on her best friend's shoulder.

"When did the tickets go on sale?"

"Let me see, one o'clock in the morning... Wow, twelve minutes ago."

Madison covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"Twelve minutes, all early bird tickets are sold out."

"How many early bird tickets are there in total?"

"Ten thousand, I don't know, but it must be a lot."

"There are 10 early bird tickets, so if all the tickets are sold out... [-] people?" Bi Li rubbed her eyes, trying to resist the alcohol's attack on her brain.

"There should be about that many people."

Madison's eyes widened suddenly, full of drunken joy.

"Bili, we're going to perform... a music festival with 10 people!"

"A—hundred—fucking—thousand—people!"

The two young girls, both under the age of 35, hugged each other tightly and screamed, celebrating another milestone in their career as musicians.

Whether it's Billie Eilish or Madison Beal, most of the milestones in their careers have been accomplished in the past few months.

First time on the charts, the first round of national tour, the first music festival with 10 people...

After signing the 360 ​​full contract with Han Yi, they were realized one by one.

"Look, look."

Internet-addicted teenage Madison Bill skillfully switched to her Instagram account to show Billie Eilish the comments from fans under the official post.

[flowllii: don't be so sweet, or I will always love you]
[lanadelreysdaughter14: Why didn't you go to this year's MET...the theme is tailor-made for you]
[mila-heimel: Our baby girl has grown up!Going to perform with idols! ]
"Performing with an idol?" Bi Li blinked suspiciously, "Who is your idol?"

"Lana Del Rey," Madison giggled coyly. "I love her so much I can recite every song by heart."

"Isn't she our artist?"

Billy looked up and thought about it.

"She and Elle Goulding, like our big brother bought it?"

"Well, Yi now owns the artist management company they're signed to."

Breathing out the aroma of wine, Madison Bill felt as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling on the apex of his heart.

Why is the person I like so powerful?

He has everything he wants.

I really want to end the tour quickly, fly back to Los Angeles, and him...

Madison bit her lower lip, pinched her legs, and forced herself to put on the mask in front of Billy.

"Bili, have you looked at the lineup of artists carefully?"

"Of course, there is your idol, and there is also my idol!"

"Justin Bieber?"

"Don't say that name, I'm going to cry."

"Justin Bieber."

"Stop talking, I'm so excited right now!"

Sophie Campbell was lying on the sofa—to be precise, in the arms of her fiancé who was lying on the sofa. She raised her mobile phone high, looked at the VVIP ticket confirmation code on the screen repeatedly, and laughed out of shape.

"Justin Bieber."

Louise Finley blows in fiancée's ear on purpose.

"Say it again, we may not be able to go to London today."

Sophie kissed Louis deeply, moving her other hand dishonestly over his stomach.

"So you have to pronounce his name for it to work, right?" Louis said angrily and amused.

"That's not what it means... Hey, by the way, where's your own ticket?"

Sophie poked Louis' chest with her index finger.

"Don't worry, I won't buy VVIP tickets, just buy a pre-sale ticket anywhere, don't worry."

Louis gently stroked Sophie's temples and smiled.

"This music festival is different... so many superstars, even ordinary tickets must be... No, ordinary tickets should be sold out as soon as possible." Sophie urged, "Don't go to StubHub to buy expensive second-hand tickets , can be settled first.”

"Sophie..."

"Listen to me! I must know better than you!"

"Okay, okay, let me tell you, this venue is very big. I checked just now, and there are 8 people. Three days is 24 tickets. Do you think so many tickets can..."

Murphy's law is not only entangled with Han Yi alone.

It's every self righteous man's best friend.

Louis Finley stared dumbfounded at the sold-out [-]-day early bird ticket, [-]-day pre-sale package, [-]-day VIP package, [-]-day VVIP package, and a small line of reminders next to it.

[Please remind me when the remaining tickets are released]

"This……"

Louis glanced at the system time in the upper right corner of the Macbook.

Glasgow, Scotland, July 7, 6:6 local time.

"47 minutes..."

"The tickets are all sold out?!"

(End of this chapter)