Chapter 2129: Black Cat Opera Company

Effie looked at McGonagall with sadness and resistance.
I like you so much, but you just treat me as a tool person?
So sad...
Moreover, once she accepts this arrangement, it means that it may be difficult to see Mr. Hades and his family in the future.
All that remains between them is purely monetary.
But McGonagall's gentle and expectant gaze was watching, but he couldn't say what he refused to say.
She knew she had fallen...
If she always does, she will definitely: He leg... scumbag!
Seeing Effie's tangled expression, McGonagall apologized and said, "I know this is an excessive request. No wonder Miss Effie, just assume I haven't said it."
If it weren't for rushing to save the world, he wouldn't want to throw the tavern out now, after all, he would take the lead in the charge if he went north to fight with the Undead Army.
"I think about it, after all, this is not a trivial matter." Effie said with a smile.
The conditions given by Mr. Hades are actually very good. With the current operating conditions of Saipan Pub, she can get 20% of the shares just by managing it.
Throw away emotional distractions, this is a huge sum of money.
"Okay." McGonagall nodded. The more Effie took it seriously, the more he dared to hand over the tavern to her. In other words, it was a business of tens of millions. It would be impossible to find someone.
Effie is a veteran in this industry. He has run the tavern alone for many years and has rich experience.
As for Mara...
As Effie said, the mind is too simple, and it is difficult for her to manage the tavern.
"Miss, did you come here so early?" Mara came to the entrance of the tavern with a kitchen knife, rubbing her distraught eyes, and looked at Effie in a low voice.
"Eat, eat, you know to eat." Effie blushed and reached out and patted Mara on the head.
"But we haven't eaten breakfast yet." Mara took a step back, looking at Effie's grievance.
"I'm going to eat confused soup, do you want to go?" Effie smiled.
"Yes." Mara nodded immediately. She didn't eat for some days because she missed it.
"Master, I'll come again later." Mara said to McGonagall and followed Effie.
Irina looked at Effie's leaving back, and looked at McGonagall with a smile: "It seems that she is tempted by you."
"Thousands of people are tempted by me, but you are the only one in my heart." McGonagall looked at her seriously.
"Oh, greasy mouth and tongue." Irina gave him a white look, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
"Oh, woman." McGonagall smiled in his heart.
Nothing happened in the morning. He took out the pile of materials that Fitch had given him. Those merchants who provided the information as required were indeed rich in veteran catering and entertainment players.
But... forget about the drugstore, what's the cause of this coffin shop?
I wish I would die, so I can choose a good coffin and take it away, right?
In addition, two brothels also attracted McGonagall's attention.
This is an era when prostitution is legal.
A brothel is a legal entertainment place for men to vent their excess energy.
There were originally a few on Romo Street, but because of the loss of the commercial atmosphere of the whole street, the girls couldn't pick up customers and they left.
Now Romo Street is showing signs of taking off again, so the brothel is eyeing this one again.
Judging from the unit price of the Titan Pub and Saipan Pub, the consumption power of the guests who come to drink is strong enough and it is a very high-quality source of customers.
"Do all men like this set?" Passing by, Irina glanced at the information in McGonagall's hand and stopped.
"No, those are all vulgar men. Good men like me are very family-conscious." McGonagall said in awe, and then threw the two brothel materials in his hand directly into the trash can.
"Make money, it's not shabby." Irina smiled.
"It's mainly because these two are too bad." McGonagall shook his head.
"Oh, do you know where is better?"
"Going to the world that day..." McGonagall glanced at Irina, whose gaze was becoming increasingly dangerous, before turning around, "How can I have a home? A man's gas station should be a warm home."
"I'm going back to the Chaos City first to deal with the night elves. You and the children will come back tomorrow." Irina didn't talk to Magdor.
"Okay, pay attention to safety on the road." McGonagall nodded, knowing that there are still a lot of things on the night elf side that need to be handled by Irina.
Irina left directly with magic, and McGonagall took the two pieces of paper out of the trash can and put them to the bottom.
To build a commercial street full of eating, drinking and having fun, the comprehensiveness of the ecology is very important.
With the tavern as the core, other aspects are also essential.
However, McGonagall is not in a hurry. These days, there are more and more merchants in the store during non-business hours. The store does not have to worry about renting out, but to consider who to choose.
"The opera troupe of this singing opera is quite interesting. It seems that there is no money, but I don't know how strong it is."
McGonagall looked at the file with an application for the Black Cat Theatre Company. He wanted the shop in the corner and wanted to build an opera house, but the price was very low.
But the interesting thing is that there is a small line in the corner of this application: This is all our money, please...
And the mark of a little black cat.
This offer is absolutely unattractive to ordinary people.
Moreover, compared with the brothel, opera has limited appeal to men.
But McGonagall was somewhat curious about the opera troupe.
You must know that even in Luodu, opera is considered a new performance project, and there are very few opera troupes.
Some time ago, McGonagall and his family once went to see a ticket for fifty copper coins. It was lonely.
The singing of ghosts, howling and howling, and the dance without the slightest sense of beauty, have already dissuaded most of the guests for half of the performance.
But this black cat opera troupe stated in the application that it is a very capable opera troupe, but because it lacks a fixed performance venue, it is currently in a difficult situation.
"Then I want to see if you are worthy of this shop." McGonagall took out the paper, put the other materials away under the counter, and said to Amy and Annie: "Would you like to watch the Black Cat Opera? The performance of the group?"
"Is it Caesar?" Amy's eyes lit up and asked curiously.
"Meow" Ugly Duckling was also a little excited when he heard this name.
Caesar is Camilla's cat, McGonagall smiled and shook his head: "No, it's an opera company."
Suddenly, Amy asked again: "Then shall I bring a quilt? The ladies of the opera troupe can sing and sleep well."
McGonagall glanced at her, and the opera actor wanted to hit someone.
"I think I can bring three beds." McGonagall laughed.
To clean up briefly, McGonagall took the two little guys out.
:. : M.x