This young lady's sudden change in attitude caught Mag off guard.
And he grasped a key piece of information. Was it the "she" that Vicky mentioned?
Who was "she"? Who was she?
He originally thought that Vicky was using her acting skills to protect herself, but now it seemed that this was not the case.
This change might not be an act, but another soul that existed in her body.
This became interesting. Combined with his previous guess, could it be that when a modern singer transmigrated, she did not succeed in occupying the whole body, but shared the same body with the original owner, thus causing the split state?
It was a very interesting guess.
Meg looked at Vicky with great interest and shook his head with a smile. "After seeing such a wonderful performance, of course I have to give you a ticket."
Vicky's eyes lit up. She looked up at Meg and could not help but show an expectant look.
Their opera troupe had run out of food, and now the only valuable thing left in the troupe was the set of clothes she was wearing.
But this was the only set of clothes she had. It was not only her daily clothes, but also Miss Black Cat's costume.
If they sold this set of clothes, it was basically announcing that the Black Cat Song Troupe would be disbanded on the spot.
But if this audience member could give them the ticket money, even if it was only 10 copper coins, they could buy some rice to make porridge, which could at least last for a few more days.
The troupe members were also looking at them from not far away. When they heard that the head of the troupe was going to waive the ticket money, everyone's heart sank, but now it was lifted again.
"This audience member seems to be quite rich. He should be able to give at least 10 copper coins, right?"
"Wow, look at his two little babies. They are so adorable. He should at least give 20 copper coins."
"I say, you are too unambitious. This is the first batch of guests who have finished watching our performance in half a month. He can't walk out of this door without 30 copper coins."
"Then I want to eat more rice for my porridge tonight."
The opera performers were whispering to each other, wondering how much Meg would give for the ticket.
"My child likes your opera very much. She asked if she could draw the story of Miss Black Cat into a picture book." Meg was not in a hurry to pay. Instead, he looked at Anne and said.
"Draw it into a picture book?" Vicky thought for a while and looked at Meg. "Are you going to draw it for fun? Or do you want to publish it? "
"Wow, that's a very professional question." Meg was increasingly certain that this girl was not an ordinary person. Her copyright awareness had far surpassed most people in this era.
"I'll consider it." Meg nodded.
Vicky looked at Meg and said, "Miss Black Cat's story was written by me. If this little sister wants to publish it as a picture book, I need to see her work first. Once I'm sure it meets my expectations, we can discuss how to split the profits."
"You may not understand, but Miss Black Cat's story is very important to me, and it took me a lot of effort … I hope you can understand," Vicky explained in a gentle tone.
"I can understand." Meg nodded.
"This is the money for our tickets today. The opera was wonderful. I hope to see you perform again in the future." Meg took out three silver coins and handed them to Vicky and a piece of paper. "This is my address. Such a good performance shouldn't be trapped in a place like this. If you're interested, you can come to me. I can provide a better environment for you."
"This …" Vicky looked at the three silver coins in her hand. She was surprised at first, but she hesitated when she heard Meg's words.
"Don't worry. I just like your performance, and the decision is in your hands." Meg took Anne and Amy's hands, nodded slightly at the actors standing not far away, and then walked out of the door.
"By the way, the next time you come, maybe Anne will have drawn Miss Black Cat's story. You can confirm if it meets your expectations." Meg looked back at Vicky and then left.
Vicky held the three silver coins and the piece of paper in her hand and stood there for a long time without moving.
After a while, the actors of the troupe gathered around and looked at Vicky. They wanted to say something, but they didn't. Bean Box
"What are you waiting for? This is three silver coins!" Vicky came back to her senses and looked at the actors with disdain. "Tonight, we're eating meat!"
"Meat!!!"
Everyone cheered.
They had been starving for the past few days, and their eyes lit up when they heard about meat.
"Idiot, take the money and buy three pounds of meat, ten pounds of rice, and some vegetables." Vicky took out a silver coin and gave it to a middle-aged man who looked quite honest.
"Okay." The man took the money like it was a treasure and quickly walked away.
Vicky turned back into her room and opened the piece of paper.
There was only one address on it: Romo Street, Saipan Tavern.
She was very familiar with this address. A month ago, it was still a desolate scene. She also wanted to settle down there, but the money in her pocket didn't allow her to.
Two days ago, she went there again and was surprised to find that the flow of people on that street had skyrocketed. After asking a few people, she found out that it was because the two taverns had won the gold medal at the Wine Tasting Conference, and Romo Street was about to take off.
She was now regretting …
If her wallet had been a little better, the Black Cat Song Troupe would have been on the shortcut to take off.
But she still wrote an application and filled in a rent that she couldn't afford. She wanted to make a last attempt.
And now, the audience was ready to give her a chance.
Although she didn't know where the performance venue was and what other conditions he had arranged for them, it would definitely be better than this rundown yard.
And, if she remembered correctly, this tavern was one of the taverns that had won the gold medal.
That man was rich!
"What do you think?" Vicky suddenly asked.
"Isn't it just going to talk? If you're afraid, then I'll go." Vicky asked and answered her own question.
"I'm afraid you'll fight with them."
"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"
"Every time you can't beat them, I'll go … I'm really afraid …"
"…"
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"Father, the opera was so good, are we coming again next time?" After leaving the yard, Amy looked up at Meg and asked expectantly.
"Mhmm, if Amy likes it, we'll come again next time." Meg nodded with a smile. Other than eating, the little one had a rare interest in something.
"Then can I draw Miss Black Cat?" Anne gestured in sign language.
"Anne, if you want to draw it, you can. But we can't print it and sell it before we get the authorization from head Vicky." Meg nodded with a smile and was ready to teach the little ones some knowledge about copyright.
The Black Cat Song Troupe's performance completely exceeded his expectations, so he planned to give them a chance to perform in a more professional venue.
And this would become a very important part of the ecology of Romo Street, even more important than the Saipan Tavern and the Titan Tavern.
Art …
It was still worth looking forward to.
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