The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 846 - 845. Volunteer?

There’s really no need for such a heart-stabbing review.

The regulars spat out a mouthful of old blood and, after digesting this freshly-minted review, finally realized something was amiss.

"Did I just miss an important clue?"

"What were they saying just now?"

"The theater staff has changed!"

"And the number of staff has increased too!"

Several people were taken aback, craning their necks to look forward, some even tiptoeing due to their height disadvantage, performing an impromptu swan dance on the spot.

It’s not important to look, but one look was all it took to be startled!

"Hiss—"

"Oh my god—"

"Holy moly!"

Look at what they’ve seen?

Those people standing at the door, ingratiatingly smiling at the audience with all their wrinkled faces, weren’t they the admins who always post selfies in the friends circle!

"Why are the admins here, and why do they have staff badges of the theater on their chests?"

"Shouldn’t they be queuing up for entry like us?"

"Holy shit, those extra 20 people, so the surprise is here!"

"So this is the uncle’s way of settling accounts afterward? But they’re smiling so sycophantically, tsk tsk, each of them like a blooming flower!"

"No one smiles more brazenly than they do."

"What’s going on?"

Enjoying themselves?

Impossible, the uncle is not so easy-going!

As the group queued up, they pondered why the admins would be here. When it was finally their turn in the long line, they were met with a familiar smiling face.

"Handsome guy, please show your ticket so we can verify it!"

"Okay."

The admins being so approachable behind the scenes was beyond their imagination, and a wave of dissonance washed over them, raising goosebumps all over.

"Your seat is in the third row on the left side of the entrance. Enjoy the show."

"Thank you."

The QR code on the ticket was scanned, and a click sound emanated from the electronic gate ahead, opening a passage for one person to pass through.

"Hey wait, handsome guy! Hehehe... We have a survey here that will take just two minutes of your time to fill out~~~~"

Suddenly, a 32-sized piece of paper with densely packed questions appeared before the boy, each question followed by four options.

"What is this?"

"A survey. We are volunteers who have come to gain social experience, and we want to know the satisfaction level of our customers with our work, hence this survey."

The expression on the admin’s face was even more ingratiating than before.

The boys were suddenly intrigued, took the small survey, and went inside, making way for the audience behind them.

"I am pretty sure this survey is the uncle’s doing!"

"Wow, the uncle really knows how to play. It’s one thing to let the admins come and work, but to distribute surveys to the audience?"

"No wonder those guys at the door were smiling so sleazily, trying to curry favor, huh?"

"I always feel like there’s more to this than meets the eye...."

After finding their seats, the group seriously perused the survey questions, hoping to find some clues.

But the survey was pretty ordinary, similar to those they had done before, as if randomly downloaded from the internet.

At this moment, the first batch of regulars who had come in started reporting in the group.

"Saw the admins, they’ve actually become volunteers!"

"I asked, they really have tickets, and they have them for the last five performances, they’ll watch the play together later."