Chapter 2213
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Bobby walked into the opera house, and the sudden darkness made him a little uncomfortable. He tripped on the leg of a chair and almost fell down.
"Be careful, Sir!" Pascal hurriedly reached out to support him, but he was secretly delighted.
It seemed that he had guessed right. The Black Cat Song Troupe was as poor as ever.
It was almost time for the show to start, but the opera house was still pitch-black. They didn't even dare to light a lamp.
Although they had moved indoors, there probably weren't many guests willing to come to this place. Most of their troupe still had to eat dirt to survive.
But speaking of which, the actors that were poached from the Black Cat Song Troupe last time were really useful.
Not to mention their professionalism, they didn't eat much, and they didn't ask for much. Now they were basically the pillars of their Marca Song Troupe.
Although Boca gave a lot of money, the reason why he was so diligent in following the Black Cat Song Troupe was because he wanted to poach the remaining actors as well.
As for the woman who wasn't easy to control, it would be best if Boca could take her away.
He couldn't help but be afraid when he thought of the day when she scratched his face full of bloody marks.
He didn't understand why Sir Boca liked this kind of thing.
Why did he like to be beaten up?
"Don't let people know that we know each other." Boca pulled his hand out of Pascal's hand and rearranged his clothes.
"Yes, yes." Pascal nodded and took two quick steps forward.
The opera house wasn't small. After all, it had inherited the original circus.
But the long benches, no matter how neatly they were arranged, still looked a little shabby.
Except for a few audience members sitting in the front row and other seats, the whole place was empty and particularly deserted.
Boca glanced around and sighed inwardly.
Even if they moved to Romo Street, the Black Cat Song Troupe still had no customers.
Some time ago, two taverns on this street won the gold medal of the Wine Tasting Conference and attracted a lot of attention. Even he went to the Titan Tavern to drink with his friends.
When Pascal brought him here today, he was worried that Vicky had found a sugar daddy, but now it seemed that it was more like what Pascal had said.
It was likely that the Black Cat Song Troupe had taken advantage of this empty house to temporarily occupy it as a theater.
"Miss Vicky is a girl of noble character. She must have her reasons for doing something like this. I'm too useless for letting a weak girl like her suffer like this." Bobby fell into deep self-blame.
"There aren't many people in the afternoon, but the leader still insists on having two matches a day," Mara explained to Meg.
"Well, it's good to practice more." Meg nodded and glanced at the empty opera house. His eyes fell on Pascal and Bobby who entered the theater one after another.
"Father, isn't that the leader of the opera troupe that we slept with last time?" Amy whispered.
"Yeah." A smile appeared on Mag's face. He also remembered the person walking in front. It was the leader of the opera troupe that they went to for the first time.
If he remembered correctly, it was called the Marca Song Troupe. The level of the actors was quite amateur. They slacked off a lot in their performances and sang to make people fall asleep.
The only praiseworthy thing was that it was really easy to sleep with.
If he had to give a guide, it would be: Please bring your own quilt and pillow.
Speaking of which, this person should be a competitor of the Black Cat Song Troupe. Why was he here? Was he here to cause trouble?
Mag took another look at the well-dressed young master behind them. He had overheard the conversation between the two of them, and it seemed like this was the real deal.
As the behind-the-scenes shareholder of the Black Cat Song Troupe, Meg sat calmly and was ready to watch the show.
What a joke. Miss Black Cat was not a kitten that could be trampled on. She could lead a group of old and weak women and children to mingle in the underworld. She was not someone who could be easily bullied.
In comparison, that young master looked like he could not even stand a gust of wind.
Pascal walked to the front of the stage and looked around. When he did not see anyone, he walked straight to the backstage.
Boca found a seat in the front row and sat down. He looked calm, but his right leg trembled subconsciously, revealing his inner nervousness.
"My friend, this is the backstage … You fat piece of paper! What are you doing here again! "Pascal had just lifted the curtain when a loud roar came from behind him.
Pascal's hand trembled and the curtain fell. He could not help but take two steps back.
"This leader is not very good." Meg frowned slightly. He was actually pushed back by a little soldier.
The curtain was lifted again, and Uncle Ibaka, who was dressed in luxurious black clothes, strode out. He looked at Pascal with a dignified aura even without being angry.
Uncle Ibaka played the role of Miss Black Cat's father in the opera. He was a rich and powerful man.
Ibaka, who was in character, stood there. His imposing manner made Pascal speechless for a moment.
"Who is this person?" Boca was also carefully sizing up Ibaka. This man was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a dignified look between his brows. He was even more imposing than his father.
"You … You're the actor playing the role of the old master?!" Pascal looked at him for a while before recognizing Ibaka's identity. He was amused and annoyed at the same time. He did not expect to be intimidated by a mere actor.
"Heh, where did this scoundrel come from? Don't you know where you are? How dare you act so presumptuously here?" At this time, another loud voice sounded from behind the curtain. A woman in luxurious clothes and elegant makeup walked out from behind the curtain. She looked at Pascal coldly and scolded him.
Pascal shrunk his neck in fear. Even the madam of an official's family might not have such an imposing manner. He could not help but size her up carefully.
Although Macca Opera House had always been lukewarm, he had seen a lot of upper-class people. He was still a bit sensitive to the clothes of the rich. This woman's clothes and aura were a bit more noble than many noble ladies.
"Yo, the actors have all changed into new clothes today." An old man next to him chuckled.
Pascal came back to his senses. This was not a noble lady. She was just an actress who was used to playing the role of a noble lady and had changed into a noble lady's clothes.
Not expecting to be intimidated by two actors in a row, Pascal could not help but be furious. He said in exasperation, "You … Get away from me!"
"Get away? Heh … "A contemptuous sneer sounded. The curtain was lifted and Vicky walked out. She looked at Pascal and said coldly," Who do you think you are? "
The petite Vicky stood in the middle of a group of actors, but it was difficult to hide her sharpness.
Her disdainful gaze was like a young lady standing in the clouds looking down at the rotten fish and shrimps on the ground.
It was like … the arrival of a young lady! That feeling.
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