Chapter 2213: Missy is here!

  Bobby walked into the opera house, and the suddenly darkened environment made him feel a little uncomfortable. He fell on the leg of the chair with one foot and almost fell.
  "Be careful, son!" Pascal quickly reached out to support him, but he was secretly happy.
  It seems that he guessed right, the black cat opera troupe is still as poor as ever.
  This is almost the beginning, the opera house is still dark, and even a light is reluctant to turn on.
  Although I moved indoors, I am afraid that not many guests are willing to come to this place. Most of their groups still have to eat soil to maintain their lives.
   But speaking of it, the actors who were dug back from the Black Cat Opera Company last time are really useful.
  Not to mention professionalism, not much food, and little demand. Now it has basically become the pillar of their Marca Opera Company.
  Although Boca gave a lot of money, but let him follow the black cat opera troupe so tirelessly, it is because he wants to poach the remaining actors together.
  As for the woman who is not easy to control, it would be better for Boca to take it away.
   Thinking of the appearance of blood on his face when she was caught that day, he still couldn't help being scared.
  I don’t know how the boss of Boca can do this?
  Also have the habit of being crushed?
   "Don't let people see that we know each other." Boca took his hand out of Pascal's hand and rearranged his clothes.
   "Understand, understand." Pascal nodded on the road, and walked forward two steps quickly.
  The venue of the opera house is not small, after all, it inherited the original venue of the circus.
  But those long benches, even if they are placed neatly, still look a bit shabby.
  Except for a few spectators sitting in the front row and other places sporadically, the whole venue is empty and extremely deserted.
   Boca glanced, and sighed secretly.
  Even if it changed to Romo Street, the Black Cat Opera Troupe was still unattended.
  You must know that some time ago, two pubs on this street won the gold prize of the wine tasting conference, but they attracted a lot of attention, and he even went to the Titan Pub to drink with his friends.
  Today Pascal brought him here. He was also worried that Vicky had found the gold master. Now it seems that it is more in line with what Pascal said.
  I’m afraid the Black Cat Opera Troupe took advantage of the vacant house and temporarily occupied it as a theater.
   "Miss Vicky is a girl of high character. There must be something unspeakable to do such a thing. It is really useless for her to suffer such a weak woman." Bobby fell into deep self-blame.
   "No one is usually there in the afternoon, but the team leader insists on two games a day." Mara introduced McGonagall.
   "Well, practice a lot is good." McGonagall nodded, his gaze scanned the empty opera house, and his gaze fell on Pascal and Bobby who entered the theater successively.
   "My father, isn't that the head of the opera company that slept well last time?" Amy whispered.
   "Yes." McGonagall also showed a bit of a smile, and he remembered the one who walked in front, it was the head of the opera troupe they went to for the first time.
  If I remember correctly, it is called the Marca Opera Troupe. The actors are quite amateurish, the performances are serious, and the singing makes people fall asleep.
  The only commendable thing is that it really sleeps well.
  If he must be asked to give a viewing guide, it is: please bring your own quilt and pillow.
   Speaking of it, this should be regarded as a competitor of the Black Cat Opera Troupe. How did he appear here? He came to smash the scene?
   McGonagall took another look at the young man in Chinese clothes who followed him. He had heard the whispered dialogue between the two before, and it seemed that this was the master.
  As the behind-the-scenes shareholder of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, McGonagall sat down and prepared to watch the show.
  Just kidding, Miss Black Cat is not a cat to be slaughtered. She can bring a group of old and weak women and children to the bottom of the rivers and lakes, which can be easily bullied.
  In contrast, the boy brother looked really weak.
  Pascal walked to the front of the stage, looked around, saw no one, and walked straight to the backstage.
   Boca found a seat in the front row, with a calm expression, but the lightly shaking right leg unconsciously exposed his inner anxiety.
  "This friend, this is the backstage...you fat paper! What are you doing again!" Pascal opened the curtain, and there was an angry roar from behind.
  Pascal's hand trembled, the curtain fell, and he couldn't help taking two steps back.
  "This regimental leader is not good." McGonagall frowned slightly, and was shocked by one of our young players.
  The curtain was raised again, and Uncle Ibaka, wearing a black Chinese dress, stepped out and looked at Pascal, with an aura of self-confidence.
  Uncle Ibaka plays the father of Miss Black Cat in Miss Black Cat’s opera, a rich and powerful master.
  Ibaka, who entered the play in one second, went to this stop, Pascal was so overwhelmed by the momentum that Pascal did not dare to answer for a while
  "Who is this man?" Boca also looked carefully at Ibaka. This man was dressed in a costume with a majesty between his brows. He was actually a bit more powerful than his father.
"You... are you the actor who played the master?!" Pascal looked at it for a while before recognizing Ibaka's identity. He felt funny, but also a little annoyed. He didn't expect that he would be given by a little actor. Bluffed.
"Oh, where's the bastard, don't look at what this place is, and let you be arrogant here." At this time, another full of breath sounded from behind the curtains, a man with luxurious clothes and elegant makeup The woman walked out from behind the opened curtain and scolded Pascal coldly.
  Pascal shrank her neck in fright by the scolding. Even the wife of the official master’s house might not have such a posture, and she couldn’t help but look carefully at her.
Although the Maca Opera House has always been stunned, he can be regarded as someone who has seen many upper-class people. He is still a little sensitive to the clothes of the rich. This woman's dress is better than many noble ladies. A bit expensive.
   "Oh, the actors have all changed into new clothes today." The uncle next to him laughed.
  Pascal came back to her senses now, feelings are not a expensive wife, but an actor who is used to acting as a expensive wife, and put on her clothes.
  Unexpectedly, he was bluffed by two actors one after another. Pascal couldn't help but get angry, and said angrily: "You...you guys get me away!"
   "Climb away? Huh..." A contemptuous sneer sounded, the curtain was lifted, Vicky walked out, looked at Pascal and said coldly, "What are you?"
  Vickie, a petite figure, stands in the middle of a crowd of actors, but can hardly conceal her sharp edge.
  The gaze was even more like a lady standing in the clouds, looking down at the rotten fish and shrimps underground.
  It's like...Miss arrived! That feeling.