Chapter 2132： I'm afraid you will fight with others

McGonagall caught McGonagall by surprise by the girl's conversion.

And he grabbed a key message, which is the "she" that Vicky said?

'Who is she? Who is she?

He originally thought that Vicky was using acting to protect herself, but now it seems that this is not the case?

This change may not be acting, but another soul that exists in her body.

This became interesting. Combined with his just guesses, could it be that when a modern singer passed through, he did not successfully occupy all of his body, but used the same body with the original owner, which caused the state of fine separation?

Very interesting guess.

McGonagall looked at Vicky with interest, smiled and shook his head: "It won't work if you don't give tickets to such a wonderful performance."

Vicky's eyes lit up, and she looked up at McGonagall, she couldn't help showing her expectant look.

Their opera troupe has run out of food, and now the only valuable thing in the entire troupe is her outfit.

But this is her only dress. It is not only a daily dress, but also a costume for Miss Black Cat.

If the suit is sold, it is basically announced that their Black Cat Opera Troupe can be dissolved on the spot.

But if the audience can give them ticket money, even if it's only ten copper coins, and buy some rice to cook the porridge, it will at least last a few more days.

The members of the group were also looking at this side not far away. When they heard that the group leader wanted to exempt the ticket, everyone's heart was cold, and now they were picked up again.

"This audience seems to be quite rich, how can you give ten copper coins?"

"Wow, look at his two little darlings. They are so cute and well-dressed. How can they give twenty copper coins."

"I said you didn't pursue it too much. This is the first group of guests who have watched our performance in half a month. He couldn't get out of this door without thirty copper coins."

"Then I want to eat more rice for my porridge tonight."

The opera actors were discussing in a low voice, wondering how much McGonagall would pay for the tickets.

"My child likes your opera very much. She asked if she could draw Miss Black Cat's story into a picture book." McGonagall didn't rush to pay, but looked at Annie and said.

"Is it a picture book?" Vicky thought about it for a while, then looked at McGonagall and said, "Do you want to draw and play by yourself? Or do you want to publish it?"

"Oh, the question is very professional." McGonagall became more and more sure that this girl is not an ordinary person, and that copyright awareness has far surpassed most people in this era.

"Will consider issuing." McGonagall nodded.

Vicky looked at McGonagall and said, "I created the story of Miss Black Cat. If this sister wants to draw a picture book and publish it, I need to read her work first and confirm that it meets my expectations. Talk about how to divide."

"You may not know very well, the story of Miss Black Cat is very important to me, and it took a lot of my efforts... I hope you can understand." Vicky also explained in a gentle tone.

"I can understand." McGonagall nodded.

"This is our ticket money for today. The opera is very exciting. I hope I will have another chance to see your performance in the future." McGonagall took out three silver coins and handed them to Vicky. There was also a piece of paper: "This is mine. Address, such a good performance, should not be trapped in such a place, if you are interested, you can come to me, I can provide you with a better environment."

"This..." Vicky looked at the three silver coins in her hand with surprise at first, but hesitated when she heard McGonagall's words.

"Don't worry, I just simply like your performance, and the decision is in your hands." McGonagall took the hands of Annie and Amy, nodded slightly to the actors standing not far away, and then walked outside the door. go with.

"By the way, next time you come, maybe Annie has already drawn the story of Miss Black Cat. You can confirm whether it meets your expectations." McGonagall looked back at Vicky and said, then left.

Vicky stood there for a long time without moving, holding three silver coins and the piece of paper in her hand.

It took a while for the actors from the troupe to gather around, look at Vicky, and stop talking.

"What are you doing in a daze, these are three silver coins!" Vicky returned to her senses, and the actors said, "Tonight, eat meat!"

"Eat meat!!!"

Everyone cheered suddenly.

Hungry eyes are staring at Venus these days, and when they hear meat, their eyes are bright.

"Hanzi, you take the money, go to the mouth to buy three catties of meat, ten catties of rice, and some vegetables back." Vicky took out a silver coin and handed it to a middle-aged man who looked rather simple and honest.

"Okay." The man treasured the money and left quickly.

Vicky turned around and entered her room and opened the note.

There is only one address: Romo Street, Saipan Pub.

She is very familiar with this address. A month ago, it was still a desolate scene. She also moved her mind to settle down there, but unfortunately the money in her pocket disagreed.

She went there again two days ago, and was surprised to find that the traffic in that street had skyrocketed. She asked a few people to know that it was because the two pubs won back the gold prizes in the wine tasting meeting and Romo Street was about to take off.

She regrets now...

As long as her purse is a little better, their Black Cat Opera Troupe has now taken a shortcut to take off.

However, she still wrote an application, filled in a rent that she simply couldn't pay, and wanted to give it a last try.

And now, the audience is ready to give her a chance.

Although it is not clear where the performance venue he is going to arrange for them and what other conditions are there, it will definitely be better than this shabby yard.

And, if she remembers correctly, this tavern is one of the taverns that won the gold medal.

That man, rich!

"What do you think?" Vicky asked suddenly.

"Isn't it just going to talk? If you are afraid, then I will go." Vicky asked and answered.

"I'm afraid you will fight with others."

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of."

"Every time you can't beat me, you will change for me... I'm really afraid..."

"..."

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"Father, the opera is so good-looking, shall we come next time?" Amy looked up at McGonagall after leaving the yard, asking expectantly.

"Well, if Xiaomi likes it, we will come next time." McGonagall smiled and nodded. Apart from eating, the little guy is rarely interested in something.

"Then can I draw Miss Black Cat?" Annie gestured with sign language.

"If Annie wants to paint, it's completely possible, but we can't print it for sale until we get the authorization from the head of Vicky." McGonagall nodded with a smile, preparing to popularize the little guys a little knowledge of copyright. .

The performance of the Black Cat Opera Company completely exceeded his expectations, so he planned to give them a chance to perform in a more professional venue.

And this will become a very important part of the ecology of Romo Street, even above Saipan Tavern and Titan Tavern.

Art...

It is worth looking forward to.