Chapter 2328: To shut up! I am not the kind of superficial woman!
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Vicky listened to the people with a smile.
Until everyone’s voices became quieter and their eyes began to focus on her, they closed their smiles, and said with a deep voice, “So, you don’t plan to rest anymore?”
"Head, we don’t need to rest, as long as we can enjoy the guests, it’s okay to perform for one more day."
"Yes, the leader, we finally got to the top. Now so many guests are waiting for us to perform. We can't wait to live on the stage, so we can rest."
"We have discussed it, and we all think it's okay."
Everyone nodded and said, but they were very united.
The old man opened his mouth, but chose not to speak.
Snapped!
Vicky suddenly patted the table.
The meeting room suddenly became quiet.
Everyone gathered a smile, a little surprised, and looked at Vicky a little dazed.
"Do you think it's okay?" Vicky looked at everyone with a cold face, her eyebrows had been erected, and she said coldly, "I think the problem is big!"
"Head..." Old Man Mi whispered.
Vicky ignored him, and continued: "Did you forget what I said to you? A good opera actor does not need to please the audience, you just need to perform on stage with your heart, and you like him? With a little attention, can you easily lose your heart?"
The expressions of everyone changed slightly. Some people wanted to speak, but no one spoke first.
Vicky looked disappointed and said: "From the beginning of taking you into the line, I have been telling you that the voice is the life of an opera actor. If you cheer and applaud for a short time in front of you, let your throat not get the rest. My life cycle has become short. To be honest, I am disappointed."
Everyone's heads gradually lowered, their faces showing shame.
Although they are of different ages, most of them are older than Vicky.
But Vicky is their guide to becoming an opera actor, and even their master, allowing them to become an opera actor who can express themselves through voice and performance from the bottom of society without dreams.
As Vicky said, since entering the industry, she has been admonishing them how to protect their voices and prolong their performance cycle.
"I have set a rule of one day off a week, and I want you to give back to the audience in a better state after a day off, so that they can enjoy a truly full and excellent performance.
I understand what you think, but you should be clear that what the audience likes is our wonderful performance on stage, not the daily performance. "Vicky said solemnly.
Thoughtful expressions appeared on everyone's faces.
"Head, we will rest according to the previous plan, and we will also work hard to present a better opera to the audience." Old man Mi stood up with a solemn promise.
"Yes, we won't let you down."
"We knew it was wrong."
Everyone also expressed their opinions one after another, and did not hold back.
Vicki finally showed a smile on her face, and nodded slightly and said: "Okay, go back to sleep, there will be performance tomorrow morning."
After speaking, he turned and left first.
……
Standing on the spire of the high-rise tower of the Black Cat Opera House, Vicky looked up at the moon in the sky, half hidden by clouds, with a smile on her mouth.
"Why are you giggling? Just tell me something?"
"I’m getting closer and closer to my dream now. Let’s laugh about what’s wrong. I don’t just have to smile, but I also have to laugh...hahaha..."
"Okay...Don't laugh, I feel ashamed."
"I'm going to laugh, don't cover my mouth... uh uh..."
"This is also my mouth, I said no laugh, no laugh!"
……
A strange performance by one person was staged on the spire for a while.
"You said, McGonagall, isn't it a little weird?"
"Why? I think Mr. McGonagall is a very good person?"
"It's excellent and too enchanting."
"Grandpa said that every world will give birth to a son of the plane every time, and will get the great luck between heaven and earth. Mr. McGonagall may be such an existence."
"The son of luck, he is talking about good luck, but his strangeness lies in his perfect skills.
A sword **** who forcibly became a demigod in a land like Nolan Continent, was able to cook a good dish that crushed chefs all over the world. Not only that, she could also appreciate opera and was very good at making angel investments. Good first-hand business.
His copyright awareness is too advanced, his copyright operation ability is too strong, and his ability to drive consumption is even more shocking. The means are no less than an excellent business operation. "
"emmm...Speaking of which, Mr. McGonagall is a perfect man."
"Don't be a nympho! That's another woman's man!"
"What is it, beautiful women love heroes, this is tradition."
"Shut up! I'm not the kind of superficial woman!"
"I am."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
"Hmm..."
……
"Morning tickets for "Miss Black Cat" are now on sale! One ticket starts at 200 copper coins. Everyone queues up and buys them in an orderly manner. Buy the tickets and enter the venue directly. You can seat by seat. One ticket per game, no refund or exchange!" Loudly shouted at the entrance of the Opera House. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and the long line at the entrance of the Opera House had extended to the entrance of the Titan Pub.
Because the opera is too popular, scalpers have begun to sell tickets in the past few days. A ticket of 200 copper coins can sell 500 copper coins once it changes hands. The price difference is higher than the fare itself.
So Vicky thought of a way to sell tickets to check the tickets on the spot, and then directly enter the venue to watch the performance, which directly eliminated the operation space of the scalper, the middleman.
Of course, the downside of this approach is that audiences who want to watch the show may need to queue long in advance.
But at present, there is only this way that Vicky can think of. At least it can let audiences who want to enter the opera to buy tickets with less money.
Mara has become an official part-time employee of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, responsible for ticketing work. I can also take a small character who has no lines to go on stage for a while, and enjoy the drama.
Of course, there is another reason why Mara is so attached. After the show, Mara can also go to the backstage of the theater and learn singing opera with Vicky and other seniors.
Although her talents are mediocre, Mara's interest is great, and the actors of the opera troupe are willing to teach her, so she is now a beginner, even the sound of selling tickets is a little longer.
"This girl, her voice is getting louder and louder..." Effie rubbed her wistful eyes and opened the window, and looked a little disgusted in the direction of the Black Cat Opera Troupe. She looked at Mara who was smiling like a miser, and her mouth was forbearing. I couldn't help but raised a few points, looked back, and was about to close the window, but fell on a few figures in the long line and froze.
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Vicky listened to the people with a smile.
Until everyone’s voices became quieter and their eyes began to focus on her, they closed their smiles, and said with a deep voice, “So, you don’t plan to rest anymore?”
"Head, we don’t need to rest, as long as we can enjoy the guests, it’s okay to perform for one more day."
"Yes, the leader, we finally got to the top. Now so many guests are waiting for us to perform. We can't wait to live on the stage, so we can rest."
"We have discussed it, and we all think it's okay."
Everyone nodded and said, but they were very united.
The old man opened his mouth, but chose not to speak.
Snapped!
Vicky suddenly patted the table.
The meeting room suddenly became quiet.
Everyone gathered a smile, a little surprised, and looked at Vicky a little dazed.
"Do you think it's okay?" Vicky looked at everyone with a cold face, her eyebrows had been erected, and she said coldly, "I think the problem is big!"
"Head..." Old Man Mi whispered.
Vicky ignored him, and continued: "Did you forget what I said to you? A good opera actor does not need to please the audience, you just need to perform on stage with your heart, and you like him? With a little attention, can you easily lose your heart?"
The expressions of everyone changed slightly. Some people wanted to speak, but no one spoke first.
Vicky looked disappointed and said: "From the beginning of taking you into the line, I have been telling you that the voice is the life of an opera actor. If you cheer and applaud for a short time in front of you, let your throat not get the rest. My life cycle has become short. To be honest, I am disappointed."
Everyone's heads gradually lowered, their faces showing shame.
Although they are of different ages, most of them are older than Vicky.
But Vicky is their guide to becoming an opera actor, and even their master, allowing them to become an opera actor who can express themselves through voice and performance from the bottom of society without dreams.
As Vicky said, since entering the industry, she has been admonishing them how to protect their voices and prolong their performance cycle.
"I have set a rule of one day off a week, and I want you to give back to the audience in a better state after a day off, so that they can enjoy a truly full and excellent performance.
I understand what you think, but you should be clear that what the audience likes is our wonderful performance on stage, not the daily performance. "Vicky said solemnly.
Thoughtful expressions appeared on everyone's faces.
"Head, we will rest according to the previous plan, and we will also work hard to present a better opera to the audience." Old man Mi stood up with a solemn promise.
"Yes, we won't let you down."
"We knew it was wrong."
Everyone also expressed their opinions one after another, and did not hold back.
Vicki finally showed a smile on her face, and nodded slightly and said: "Okay, go back to sleep, there will be performance tomorrow morning."
After speaking, he turned and left first.
……
Standing on the spire of the high-rise tower of the Black Cat Opera House, Vicky looked up at the moon in the sky, half hidden by clouds, with a smile on her mouth.
"Why are you giggling? Just tell me something?"
"I’m getting closer and closer to my dream now. Let’s laugh about what’s wrong. I don’t just have to smile, but I also have to laugh...hahaha..."
"Okay...Don't laugh, I feel ashamed."
"I'm going to laugh, don't cover my mouth... uh uh..."
"This is also my mouth, I said no laugh, no laugh!"
……
A strange performance by one person was staged on the spire for a while.
"You said, McGonagall, isn't it a little weird?"
"Why? I think Mr. McGonagall is a very good person?"
"It's excellent and too enchanting."
"Grandpa said that every world will give birth to a son of the plane every time, and will get the great luck between heaven and earth. Mr. McGonagall may be such an existence."
"The son of luck, he is talking about good luck, but his strangeness lies in his perfect skills.
A sword **** who forcibly became a demigod in a land like Nolan Continent, was able to cook a good dish that crushed chefs all over the world. Not only that, she could also appreciate opera and was very good at making angel investments. Good first-hand business.
His copyright awareness is too advanced, his copyright operation ability is too strong, and his ability to drive consumption is even more shocking. The means are no less than an excellent business operation. "
"emmm...Speaking of which, Mr. McGonagall is a perfect man."
"Don't be a nympho! That's another woman's man!"
"What is it, beautiful women love heroes, this is tradition."
"Shut up! I'm not the kind of superficial woman!"
"I am."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
"Hmm..."
……
"Morning tickets for "Miss Black Cat" are now on sale! One ticket starts at 200 copper coins. Everyone queues up and buys them in an orderly manner. Buy the tickets and enter the venue directly. You can seat by seat. One ticket per game, no refund or exchange!" Loudly shouted at the entrance of the Opera House. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and the long line at the entrance of the Opera House had extended to the entrance of the Titan Pub.
Because the opera is too popular, scalpers have begun to sell tickets in the past few days. A ticket of 200 copper coins can sell 500 copper coins once it changes hands. The price difference is higher than the fare itself.
So Vicky thought of a way to sell tickets to check the tickets on the spot, and then directly enter the venue to watch the performance, which directly eliminated the operation space of the scalper, the middleman.
Of course, the downside of this approach is that audiences who want to watch the show may need to queue long in advance.
But at present, there is only this way that Vicky can think of. At least it can let audiences who want to enter the opera to buy tickets with less money.
Mara has become an official part-time employee of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, responsible for ticketing work. I can also take a small character who has no lines to go on stage for a while, and enjoy the drama.
Of course, there is another reason why Mara is so attached. After the show, Mara can also go to the backstage of the theater and learn singing opera with Vicky and other seniors.
Although her talents are mediocre, Mara's interest is great, and the actors of the opera troupe are willing to teach her, so she is now a beginner, even the sound of selling tickets is a little longer.
"This girl, her voice is getting louder and louder..." Effie rubbed her wistful eyes and opened the window, and looked a little disgusted in the direction of the Black Cat Opera Troupe. She looked at Mara who was smiling like a miser, and her mouth was forbearing. I couldn't help but raised a few points, looked back, and was about to close the window, but fell on a few figures in the long line and froze.
Vicky listened to the people with a smile.Until everyone's voices became quieter and their eyes began to focus on her, they closed their smiles, and said with a deep voice, So, you don't plan to rest anymore?"Head, we don't need to rest, as long as we can enjoy the guests, it's okay to perform for one more day.""Yes, the leader, we finally got to the top. Now so many guests are waiting for us to perform. We can't wait to live on the stage, so we can rest.""We have discussed it, and we all think it's okay."Everyone nodded and said, but they were very united.The old man opened his mouth, but chose not to speak.Snapped!Vicky suddenly patted the table.The meeting room suddenly became quiet.Everyone gathered a smile, a little surprised, and looked at Vicky a little dazed."Do you think it's okay?" Vicky looked at everyone with a cold face, her eyebrows had been erected, and she said coldly, "I think the problem is big!""Head..." Old Man Mi whispered.Vicky ignored him, and continued: "Did you forget what I said to you? A good opera actor does not need to please the audience, you just need to perform on stage with your heart, and you like him? With a little attention, can you easily lose your heart?"The expressions of everyone changed slightly. Some people wanted to speak, but no one spoke first.Vicky looked disappointed and said: "From the beginning of taking you into the line, I have been telling you that the voice is the life of an opera actor. If you cheer and applaud for a short time in front of you, let your throat not get the rest. My life cycle has become short. To be honest, I am disappointed."Everyone's heads gradually lowered, their faces showing shame.Although they are of different ages, most of them are older than Vicky.But Vicky is their guide to becoming an opera actor, and even their master, allowing them to become an opera actor who can express themselves through voice and performance from the bottom of society without dreams.As Vicky said, since entering the industry, she has been admonishing them how to protect their voices and prolong their performance cycle."I have set a rule of one day off a week, and I want you to give back to the audience in a better state after a day off, so that they can enjoy a truly full and excellent performance.I understand what you think, but you should be clear that what the audience likes is our wonderful performance on stage, not the daily performance. "Vicky said solemnly.Thoughtful expressions appeared on everyone's faces."Head, we will rest according to the previous plan, and we will also work hard to present a better opera to the audience." Old man Mi stood up with a solemn promise."Yes, we won't let you down.""We knew it was wrong."Everyone also expressed their opinions one after another, and did not hold back.Vicki finally showed a smile on her face, and nodded slightly and said: "Okay, go back to sleep, there will be performance tomorrow morning."After speaking, he turned and left first.Standing on the spire of the high-rise tower of the Black Cat Opera House, Vicky looked up at the moon in the sky, half hidden by clouds, with a smile on her mouth."Why are you giggling? Just tell me something?""I'm getting closer and closer to my dream now. Let's laugh about what's wrong. I don't just have to smile, but I also have to laugh...hahaha...""Okay...Don't laugh, I feel ashamed.""I'm going to laugh, don't cover my mouth... uh uh...""This is also my mouth, I said no laugh, no laugh!"A strange performance by one person was staged on the spire for a while."You said, McGonagall, isn't it a little weird?""Why? I think Mr. McGonagall is a very good person?""It's excellent and too enchanting.""Grandpa said that every world will give birth to a son of the plane every time, and will get the great luck between heaven and earth. Mr. McGonagall may be such an existence.""The son of luck, he is talking about good luck, but his strangeness lies in his perfect skills.A sword **** who forcibly became a demigod in a land like Nolan Continent, was able to cook a good dish that crushed chefs all over the world. Not only that, she could also appreciate opera and was very good at making angel investments. Good first-hand business.His copyright awareness is too advanced, his copyright operation ability is too strong, and his ability to drive consumption is even more shocking. The means are no less than an excellent business operation. ""emmm...Speaking of which, Mr. McGonagall is a perfect man.""Don't be a nympho! That's another woman's man!""What is it, beautiful women love heroes, this is tradition.""Shut up! I'm not the kind of superficial woman!""I am.""Shut up, shut up, shut up!""Hmm...""Morning tickets for "Miss Black Cat" are now on sale! One ticket starts at 200 copper coins. Everyone queues up and buys them in an orderly manner. Buy the tickets and enter the venue directly. You can seat by seat. One ticket per game, no refund or exchange!" Loudly shouted at the entrance of the Opera House. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and the long line at the entrance of the Opera House had extended to the entrance of the Titan Pub.Because the opera is too popular, scalpers have begun to sell tickets in the past few days. A ticket of 200 copper coins can sell 500 copper coins once it changes hands. The price difference is higher than the fare itself.So Vicky thought of a way to sell tickets to check the tickets on the spot, and then directly enter the venue to watch the performance, which directly eliminated the operation space of the scalper, the middleman.Of course, the downside of this approach is that audiences who want to watch the show may need to queue long in advance.But at present, there is only this way that Vicky can think of. At least it can let audiences who want to enter the opera to buy tickets with less money.Mara has become an official part-time employee of the Black Cat Opera Troupe, responsible for ticketing work. I can also take a small character who has no lines to go on stage for a while, and enjoy the drama.Of course, there is another reason why Mara is so attached. After the show, Mara can also go to the backstage of the theater and learn singing opera with Vicky and other seniors.Although her talents are mediocre, Mara's interest is great, and the actors of the opera troupe are willing to teach her, so she is now a beginner, even the sound of selling tickets is a little longer."This girl, her voice is getting louder and louder..." Effie rubbed her wistful eyes and opened the window, and looked a little disgusted in the direction of the Black Cat Opera Troupe. She looked at Mara who was smiling like a miser, and her mouth was forbearing. I couldn't help but raised a few points, looked back, and was about to close the window, but fell on a few figures in the long line and froze.
