Chapter 917 148. Invitation
As news of the premiere of "300 Warriors of Liberty City" spreads tomorrow, the spies in the city finally know what Annan and his group of people have been up to these days.
People outside have their own thoughts. The nobles and businessmen are envious that Annan is going to make money again. They wave their money to find someone who can take the magic image in five days. Women are concerned about whether Annan will star in the sixth Magical Image and which dream girl he will play. The professionals felt that the champion warlock finally did what a warlock should do.
No publicity is needed. Annan’s name alone makes people willing to pay money to enter the theater. Instead, they were worried that the victory parade would be the day after tomorrow. Only a few thousand viewers could watch "300 Warriors of Liberty City" in one day, and it would be difficult to disgust the Kingdom of Rekaner.
"Aren't there many theaters in the Montreal Mountains? Go talk to them and rent their venues. Just give 10% of the fee, after tax." Annan said.
Francois took people to negotiate. When he made the offer, the theater owner who was smiling just now suddenly said angrily: "Five percent? Are you humiliating us!?"
< br>"We are already very sincere..."
"Everyone knows that you shot the magic image in only five days. Who knows how shoddy it is. Our theater has a long history and is deeply loved by the royal family. Love, you are tarnishing our reputation! Now, take your people and get out—"
"Boss!"
The assistant suddenly trotted over and whispered in the boss's ear. a number.
"...Really?"
Then he looked at Francois with a polite smile in astonishment.
He did not expect that 5% of the revenue from Magic Image would be higher than the performance, and it would be pure profit, without any fees being paid to the actors and workers...
"Ahem, 100% If it's a tenth chance, I might consider it..." The boss gave a dry cough.
"We chose your theater because Mr. Annan has always remembered you after the last party, but if you can't accept it, then we can only find other theaters to negotiate." Francoy Si's smile remained unchanged.
"Okay...for the sake of the champion warlock. But I have one more request."
"Please tell me."
"That..." The boss tilted his head and said The sensible assistant pushed away and then said awkwardly: "My daughter likes Annan very much. Can you let Annan -"
"Of course, Mr. Annan always cares about his fans."
……
"You mean I sent my fans to the battlefield with my own hands?" Annan said with some irony.
"You can't say that, it was because we had no choice." Francois comforted.
Annan and Francois walked along the coastal street - it is still the coast now, but it is just a sea of clouds.
The only two remaining white dragons lost their companions and their favorite fish, but they still soared heartlessly in the sea of clouds.
The dragon-taming boy Elder stood on the remaining beach outside the fence, looking at the white dragon in silence.
After the war, he stopped talking.
Annan sighed: "I know...so I can't do this again."
Francois didn't know that Annan's "can't do this again" meant giving away the people who love him. Go to the battlefield, or get involved in the war again.
In short, Francois, who spent the whole afternoon talking about it, managed to negotiate a total of nine theaters. Counting the Moonlight Opera House, ten theaters would show screenings for one day at the same time, which would be enough to accommodate... one percent of the Montreal area. Citizen has seen it.
Well, still not much. But consider that it was easier for the aristocrats and wealthy to get tickets on the first day, and their influence and voice were greater.
Francois hesitated to speak.
"What do you want to say?" Annan asked him.
"Is your method really effective?"
"Which one are you talking about?"
"Both, military parade and magic image." Annan saw the dragon training The young Elder turned back and waved to him: "Otherwise, what else can we do? We can't assassinate people on Montreal Mountain."
Francois smiled as if he remembered the past.
"Actually, this can be considered a war." Annan suddenly said.
"War? We did nothing."
"What do you understand by war?" Annan looked at him.
"It's... blood, fire, screams, pain, death... these messy intertwined things."
"Then have you ever thought about another form of war?"
“Another kind of...war?”
“Two countries, one is well-equipped with soldiers, and the other is commercially prosperous, but internally empty. And these two countries are mortal enemies, who do you think will win? ?”
“It should be a country that can fight, right?”
"This is war in the traditional sense. So, what if that country with advanced commerce suddenly blocks a country that can fight, and does not sell it food, and does not provide it with steel and resources?"
Francois thought It was said that "just call and everything will be there", but Annan's hypothetical situation was obviously not the answer he wanted to hear.
"This..."
"Unless that country can conquer the commercial country overwhelmingly, they will be destroyed by this 'child's play' war." Annan said softly, "No Launching an invasion without force, but causing many times more damage than a real war."
"So do you know why I don't like nobles?"
Francois was stunned: "Because they are the practitioners of this set of rules..."
"That's right. There are constant wars in Allen Continent, and ordinary people are falling like wheat fields in autumn. But the nobles are always at the top... Because of the commercial war, their exploitation will not be seen by others, and the common people will not know that there is a pair of invisible hands manipulating their lives. They will hate the gangsters who step on the wheat fields and charge more taxes. A tax collector, a rude and savage mercenary, but he will not hate the noble lord who looks good and talks well."
Francois needed time to digest, and he changed the topic: "We are going to hold a meeting. Premiere? "
"No, it's better to show more shows than to let the nobles sit in the toilet. But I can send invitations to the nobles and rich people. They like it. A form that can reflect one's own uniqueness... Oh, by the way."
Anan thought of an interesting idea: "Send a copy to the Kingdom of Ruikan'er."
...
Next to the Imperial Ceremony Department, the embassy of the Kingdom of Ruikaner.
Monzon Montreal was sitting in the living room and said to Cynthia and Anoke who walked downstairs one after another: "That guy sent us an invitation letter."
They all know "that guy" "Referring to who.
“What invitation, banquet?”
"No, it's the premiere of the magic image."
Cynthia's eyes instantly brightened, while Anoke frowned: "How could he show kindness to us? Maybe there is a conspiracy..."< br>
"Arnock, you don't understand nobles." Monzon Montreal said with a proud smile, "That guy is a little special, but he is no exception. We were invited by the Golden Family, how could he not be afraid?"
Monzon Montreal picked up the invitation.
“I really look forward to the expression on the champion warlock’s face showing reluctance but having to surrender...”
(End of this chapter)