The matter was very obvious. Someone was impersonating Ling Han, and swindling others.
A smile appeared on Ling Han's face, and he said, "It's actually Ling Han? Fine, fine, fine. I want it! I want it!"
The man immediately revealed a proud expression, as if he had long since expected Ling Han's reaction. He revealed an arrogant expression, "Though Lord Ling Han never charges for his lectures, this is a ticket that I have spent a great many days queuing up to get."
"Tell me, how much?" Ling Han said, acting rich and imposing.
He had caught a fat sheep.
The man thought for a moment. The price that had originally been decided must be too low.
"Lord Ling Han doesn't lecture on Dao every day. Instead, it's because he empathizes with people like us who were born in poverty that he deliberately organized a lecture," he first emphasized.
