Vicky listened to everyone with a smile on her face.
Only when everyone's voices gradually died down and their gazes focused on her did she retract her smile. "So, you don't plan on resting?" she asked in a low voice.
"Captain, we don't need to rest. As long as the guests are happy, performing for an extra day isn't a problem at all."
"That's right, captain. It wasn't easy for us to make a name for ourselves. There are so many guests waiting for us to perform. We wish we could just stay on stage. How can we rest?"
"We've already discussed this, and we don't think there's a problem."
Everyone nodded in agreement. They were of one mind.
Old Mi opened his mouth, but chose not to say anything.
Pa!
Vicky suddenly slammed the table.
The meeting room immediately fell silent.
Everyone's smiles disappeared. They looked at Vicky with shock and confusion.
"You don't think there's a problem?" Vicky looked at everyone coldly. Her eyebrows were already raised. "I think there's a huge problem!" she said coldly.
"Captain …" Old Mi said softly.
Vicky ignored him. "Have you all forgotten what I told you before? An outstanding opera singer doesn't need to curry favor with the audience. All you need to do is perform with all your heart on stage. Are you all going to lose your conscience just because of a little bit of attention? "
Everyone's expressions changed. Some of them wanted to say something, but no one said anything.
Vicky had a disappointed look on her face. "I've been warning you ever since I brought you into the industry that your voice is the life of an opera singer. If your throat doesn't get the rest it needs for the sake of short cheers and applause, and if you end up shortening your lifespan, I'll be very disappointed."
Everyone gradually lowered their heads, their faces filled with shame.
Even though they were of different ages, most of them were older than Vicky.
However, Vicky was their guide to becoming opera singers. She was also their master. She helped them rise from the lowest rungs of society with no dreams to become opera singers who could express themselves through their voices and performances.
Just as Vicky had said, ever since they entered the industry, she had been telling them how to protect their voices and extend their lifespan.
"I set the rule of one day off a week so that you can give back to the audience in a better state after a day of rest, so that they can enjoy a truly full and outstanding performance.
I know what you're thinking, but you should know that the audience likes our wonderful performances on stage, not our daily performances, "Vicky said in a deep voice.
Everyone had a thoughtful expression on their faces.
"Leader, we will rest according to our previous plan. We will also do our best to give the audience an even better performance," Old Mi stepped forward and promised solemnly.
"Yes, we won't let you down."
"We know we were wrong."
Everyone also expressed their stance and did not argue.
A smile finally appeared on Vicky's face. She nodded slightly and said, "Alright, go back to sleep. There's a performance tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
…
Standing at the top of the tower of the Black Cat Opera House, Vicky looked up at the moon that was half-covered by the clouds in the sky with a smile on her face.
"What are you laughing at? Is that all you've got? "
"I'm getting closer and closer to my dream. What's wrong with laughing? Not only am I going to smile, but I'm also going to laugh out loud … Hahaha …"
"Alright … Stop laughing. It's embarrassing."
"I want to laugh. Don't cover my mouth … Mmph …"
"That's my mouth too. If I say you're not allowed to laugh, then don't laugh!"
…
A person's strange performance was staged on the top of the tower for a while.
"Say, don't you think Meg is a little strange?"
"Why? I think Mr. Meg is a very outstanding person. "
"He's so outstanding that he's too freakish."
"Grandpa said that every world would give birth to a child of the plane after a certain period of time, and that child would receive a lot of providence from heaven and earth. Mr. Meg might be such an existence."
"The child of providence is said to be lucky, but what's strange about him is that his skills are too perfect.
A Sword God who forcefully became a demigod in the Norland Continent, a forsaken land of the gods, can actually make good dishes that can crush all the chefs in the world. Not only that, but he can also appreciate operas, and is very good at angel investments. He does a good business.
His copyright awareness is too advanced, and his ability to operate copyright is too strong. His ability to drive consumption is even more shocking. His methods are not inferior to an excellent business operator. "
"Emm … Speaking of which, Mr. Meg is indeed a perfect man."
"Don't be lovestruck! That's another woman's man! "
"So what? Beautiful women love heroes. This is a tradition."
"Shut up! I'm not that kind of superficial woman! "
"I am."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
"Mmph …"
…
"The early tickets for 'Miss Black Cat' are on sale! Starting from 200 copper coins per ticket. Everyone, queue up and buy your tickets in an orderly manner. You can enter the venue directly according to your seat. One ticket per show. No refunds or exchanges! " Mara stood at the entrance of the opera house and shouted loudly. It was only eight in the morning, but the line at the entrance of the opera house had already stretched to the entrance of the Titan Tavern.
Due to the popularity of the opera, there had been a situation of ticket scalpers selling tickets in the past few days. A ticket that cost 200 copper coins could be sold for 500 copper coins at a time. The price difference was even higher than the price of the ticket itself.
Therefore, Vicky thought of a way to sell the tickets on the spot, and then enter the venue directly to watch the performance. This directly eliminated the possibility of the scalpers being a middleman.
Of course, the disadvantage of this method was that the audience who wanted to watch the performance might have to queue up a long time in advance.
However, this was the only way Vicky could think of at the moment. At least, this would allow the audience who wanted to watch the opera to buy their tickets at a lower price.
Mara had already become an official part-time employee of the Black Cat Song Troupe. She was responsible for the ticketing work, and occasionally, she could get a small role without any lines to walk on stage for a while to satisfy her cravings.
Of course, there was another reason why Mara was so diligent. After the performance, Mara could also run to the backstage of the opera house and learn from Vicky and the other seniors to sing opera.
Although her talent was mediocre, Mara's interest was great. The actors in the opera troupe were also happy to teach her, so she was now considered a beginner. Even the sound of the ticket being sold was a little longer.
"This girl's voice is getting louder and louder …" Evie rubbed her sleepy eyes and opened the window. She looked in the direction of the Black Cat Song Troupe with some disdain. She looked at Mara, who was smiling like a miser, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up a little. She looked away and was about to close the window when her gaze fell on the few figures in the long line.
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