In the past, Pascal had proudly looked down on the Black Cat Song Troupe, who were dressed in rags and had pale faces. That was the feeling of superiority of a successful person.
But now, looking at the extravagantly dressed actors surrounding Vicky, the once weak people were now glowing, and that feeling of superiority suddenly disappeared.
Under everyone's gaze, he even felt a sense of inferiority.
Even if he used his butt to think, he could tell that the Black Cat Song Troupe had most likely met a big financial backer.
Not to mention other things, just the luxurious costumes alone cost tens of thousands of copper coins to customize.
In that case, this opera house might not be occupied by them, but rented directly.
"Cough cough … Leader Vicky, why are you so distant? Didn't we have a few friendly conversations before? I'm Pascal, the leader of the Marca Song Troupe. Several of your companions are now members of our troupe. Even if you're rich now and have met a big financial backer, you can't turn your back on us." Pascal quickly smiled.
The situation was not quite what he had imagined. The promise he had made to Boca before was most likely going to fall through. He had to think of another way to try. After all, his financial backer was watching from behind, and he had to perform well.
Meg looked at this scene and the corners of his mouth curled up. The development of this plot was a little different from what he had imagined.
But this fat leader was quite discerning. He knew how to steer with the wind and was not a reckless pig.
But his ability to speak still needed to be improved.
On the side, Boca heard Pascal's words and looked at the extravagantly dressed actors. He clenched his fists and his body could not help but tremble.
Angry! Trembling! Cold!
He felt as if he had suddenly been stripped naked and thrown into a world of ice and snow, and the world was far away from him.
She … in the end, had she gone to find another financial backer?
In order to let the actors wear gorgeous costumes, let them eat their fill, and let them have a stage to shelter them from the wind and rain …
But why didn't she come to him? Why did she find someone else?
He felt pain.
He opened his mouth.
But he could not say a word.
But it didn't matter that he could not speak. The opera troupe was full of anger, and after hearing Pascal's words, they immediately exploded.
They were just missing those friends who had left in difficult times, and now one of the culprits was here to show off.
"I didn't hit you because I want to leave a good impression on the audience," Ibaka said as he looked coldly at Pascal.
"But you'd better not let us see you outside the theater, or your face will bloom, I promise," the madam next to him, said.
Pascal took two steps back in fear, and his expression changed slightly.
These people … after eating their fill, they became so scary!
Pascal looked at Vicky with a serious expression, and said, "Actually, I'm here today to talk about cooperation with Leader Vicky. We're all in the same industry, and in Rodu, there are only two opera troupes. Now, no one knows much about opera. If we can combine forces and work together to let more people know what opera is, we can expand the pie together. Isn't that a good idea?"
"Heh, not only do other people not know what opera is, you probably don't even know what opera is," Vicky said coldly.
It was not that she looked down on Pascal, but the Marca Opera Troupe's professional standards were a complete disgrace to opera.
People went to watch opera full of anticipation, but ended up having a good night's sleep. When they woke up, they would only remember that they had a good night's sleep. Who would spend money to watch an opera in the future?
This guy who only thought about making money from the audience was a cancer in the opera industry!
"You can insult me, but you can't insult my professional standards!" Pascal said seriously.
"Talking about opera with you is an insult to the performance itself." Vicky pursed her lips.
"You … You …" Pascal was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
Now that the Black Cat Song Troupe was living a prosperous life, he could no longer see any desire for food in their eyes. It was clearly unrealistic to try to seduce them to join the Marca Opera Troupe.
With Vicky's attitude, it was also impossible for the two opera troupes to combine forces.
Pascal said angrily, "Don't think that everything will be fine just because you've found a tycoon! Let's see how much time you have left to perform on stage in the future! "
Vicky's face turned cold, and a hint of killing intent appeared in her almond-shaped eyes.
However, before she could say anything, a low voice sounded in the audience. "Shut up! You shut up! "
Boca suddenly stood up, and the bench was overturned. He clenched his fists and looked at Vicky with a pained and conflicted expression.
When Boca spoke, Pascal immediately cowered. He said submissively, "Mr. Boca, she … she's with someone else …"
"Get out of here!" Boca roared at him.
Pascal immediately stepped aside, not daring to make another sound.
Meg and his family were already munching on sunflower seeds. They crossed their legs and calmly watched the foreplay.
Boca's expression changed several times, switching between pain, relief, conflict, and forgiveness. All the opera actors present felt ashamed of their inferiority.
"Miss Vicky, I didn't know that you had such a rich friend. You never told me because you were afraid that I would overthink. You're always thinking about me. You're so good to me. I like you more and more." Boca looked at Vicky affectionately and said.
"Seriously?!" Meg raised his eyebrows and stared at Boca with his head tilted.
"Heh, is this what you mean by affectionate?" Irina also said with a smile.
No … This can only be called a bootlicker … Meg thought.
Vicky showed some disgust and looked at Boca coldly. "I've already made it very clear that I don't like you. Please disappear from my sight. If you try to disgust me with such a despicable person again, I won't let you go. "
Boca staggered two steps forward and clutched his chest. He said in pain, "Don't push me away! I want to see you every day. You can choose the location, whether it's the forest, the desert, the lake at night, the grassland, the sea, or the street with the mist in the morning. Just don't dream anymore. "
"Go back and wash up and sleep early. You can have everything in your dreams." Vicky said coldly.
Boca was stunned. He looked at Vicky in a daze. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.
He heard the sound of something breaking. It was probably his heart.
"Maybe he's better and more suitable for you. Then go, I'll let you go …"
"But remember, if you want to come back one day, I'll still be here waiting for you. I'll always be waiting for you."
"You're weak. Ask him to be gentle. My heart will ache."
Boca sobbed.
"Crawl!" Vicky grabbed a stool nearby.
"Leader, calm down!" The actors hurriedly pulled her back.
"Young Master, let's go first." Pascal also hurried forward to help Boca stagger out. That dazed look …
"He, he's like a dog."
Amy said as she looked at Boca's back.
Meg nodded in agreement.
In the end, there was nothing left.
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