Chapter 97

Seeing Ren's puzzled expression, Viola also hesitated for a moment.

In fact, on the way back, she felt a little unbelievable, and sat down next to her, with a thoughtful look on her beautiful face.

Ren asked: "Except for the 50% ratio and the 50,000 gold shield as the cost, does Your Excellency the Duke have any other requirements?"

"No." Viola shook her head very firmly.

She thought about it seriously, and said slowly: "I met His Excellency the Duke as soon as I arrived at the Wizard's Tower. I showed the gramophone to the Duke and introduced its usage and the company's prospects. The Duke immediately offered these conditions. Without any hesitation, the golden shield was handed over to me on the spot."

While speaking, a stack of thick gold tickets appeared in Viola's hand, each with a face value of one thousand gold shields, fifty in total.

The light of the golden ticket shines in the room.

It was the first time Renn saw so much cash, and he couldn't help being attracted.

The visual impact of this stack of gold tickets is far less than that of 50,000 gold coins piled up in front of you, but anyone who knows its true value can't help but look at it a few more times.

Ren looked away, still feeling that this matter was confusing.

The Duke of Silver Star spit out part of the huge amount of wealth delivered to his door for no reason. Could it be that he was stimulated by something?

Viola's expression changed suddenly, "Your Excellency the Duke asked who the inventor of the phonograph was. I took this opportunity to introduce you to the Duke. The Duke smiled at the time and asked about your situation in detail. good."

"Really?" Ren felt a little pressure.

It's not a good thing to be noticed by a holy soul wizard, especially if you are thinking about the other's great-granddaughter.

This feeling is like being interrogated by the son-in-law at the door.

"I just destroyed an abyss gate not long ago and made great contributions to Longshande. It is normal for the duke to have an impression of me. On God's birthday, I have to accept the canonization of a baron." Ren explained.

Viola nodded slightly, and didn't think about it any more.

She received the golden ticket and said, "When the prayer ceremony is over, I will devote myself to creating the company. The remaining 50% of the shares will be half of us. What do you think?"

"Will it give me too much?" Ren was a little surprised.

He has no interest in running the company. In the future, Viola will definitely worry about it. At most, he can give some pointers on the manufacturing technology of the phonograph, and he doesn't want to waste too much time.

Moreover, he didn't invest any money, and he wanted to occupy 25% of the shares with only the first phonograph, which was inappropriate.

Viola worked so hard, but in the end he only got a quarter of the benefits, which is really unreasonable.

It also dampens her motivation.

"Not much at all. Without your invention, this company would not exist." Viola seemed to have made a decision long ago, she paused, and then said: "There is actually no need to make such a clear distinction between us. I Yes, it’s yours, no matter how much money I earn, I have your share.”

"And, with the gramophone company, I'm likely to get a county, which is already the biggest benefit."

Viola was full of confidence, as if she had seen herself become the Countess of Winter Ting.

"Okay, then I will follow your arrangement." Ren saw her firm attitude, so he nodded in agreement.

He also changed his mind slightly, and after the phonograph company was established, he would spend more time on his own to help Viola share some of the pressure.

The two discussed for a while and decided to name the company "Silver Star Records Company".

Since the name of the Duke of Silver Star is to be used to frighten off competitors, the name of the company should be simple and clear, named after His Excellency the Duke.

As for how to establish sales channels, produce gramophones, record records, market promotion, etc., Viola already has a plan, and the strategy is relatively mature, so there is no need for Ryan to worry about her.

The biggest difficulty is the machinery factory that produces phonographs. Viola has no experience in this field, so he needs to find a mechanic to cooperate with.

Ren immediately thought of Keneji.

Keneji is a high-level mechanic with rich experience in running a factory and a prominent position. He is also the vice president of the Mechanical Union. After several contacts, it can be confirmed that he is a trustworthy partner. The company, working hand in hand, couldn't have picked a better candidate.

However, Ren just mentioned Keneji to Viola, and didn't ask him to be him, but just offered advice.

Everything is still for Viola to decide.

Unknowingly, the discussion went late into the night, and the two said good night, and went to rest separately.

In the next few days, Ryan went to the Silver Star Library to move books during the day, and came back at night to discuss with Viola the various plans for establishing the company.

During the period, he went on a mission with his teammates from the Demon Slayer team, but nothing was gained.

Until the day when Viola held the prayer ceremony came.

The long-haired lady's ceremony is usually held in the evening. After dinner, after resting at home for a while, Ren put on a set of black custom-made suits that Viola had prepared for him, and waited in the lobby on the first floor.

Not long after, Viola's figure came down the stairs.

She is also dressed up, wearing a gorgeous royal blue dress, highlighting her tall and proud figure, with light makeup on her face, a pair of pearl earrings, long golden hair tied behind with a red ribbon, and a white round hat on her head. hat, with a layer of fine gauze hanging down from the brim, revealing her beautiful face.

Ren watched Viola walking down step by step, like the most beautiful scene in a dream, and his eyes couldn't help being a little stunned.

He didn't come back to his senses until Viola walked up to him and stretched out his slender hands in lace gloves.

"cough!"

Ren took her hand, bent down to kiss the back of her hand, and praised sincerely: "You are so beautiful!"

"you are handsome too."

Viola chuckled, her voice full of joy and beauty.

As she spoke, she took Ryan's arm and went out. While being watched by the housekeeper Abigail and the servants, she got into the car parked at the door and drove out of Vigo Manor.

The venue for the ceremony is the temple in the Singing Theater, which is located in the Silver Star District, not far away.

In the car, Ren noticed that Viola was holding his hand tightly, clasping his fingers together, not letting go for a long time, and his heartbeat was much faster than usual.

"Are you nervous?" Ren asked concerned.

Viola nodded slightly, and gripped her hand even tighter.

Ren can understand Viola's mood. This ceremony is too important to her. It is related to faith, magic, love, and the most unforgettable first experience in life. This is a more important day than marriage!

It is difficult for anyone to be calm at this moment.

In fact, Ren himself was also a little nervous, especially when he thought that he was about to face the gaze of a god, he felt a little uneasy.

But as a man, this time should show something.

He patted Viola's hand, leaned close to her sharp ear, and whispered a few nonsensical jokes, which made her laugh, and the effect was excellent, quickly relieving her nervousness.

Soon, the Yonge Grand Theater arrived.

Tonight, there was a grand opera performance in the Grand Theater. There was a lot of traffic outside the theater. Cars and carriages gathered from all directions and parked in the theater's parking lot.

In Allenhaus, the art form of opera is still exclusive to the nobility.

The civilians neither know how to appreciate opera, nor have leisure time, spend a lot of money to buy tickets, and sit in the grand theater for a few hours, watching incomprehensible boring performances on the stage.

Ren didn't have much interest in opera, but for Viola's sake, he sat with her in the reserved box and waited for the performance to start.

On the way into the theater, he noticed some unusual observations.

These people recognized Viola and seemed to know about the prayer ceremony at night. Both men and women cast curious or envious glances at themselves.

Ren turned on the Voice of Everything and listened for a while. Sure enough, these were members of the Art Association, who had heard about the prayer ceremony and gossiped behind their backs.

At least a dozen people were discussing in low voices with their companions.

Some people maliciously slandered, saying that they were Viola's baby boy; some men expressed envy and jealousy, wishing to replace him; some were women, talking about their body and appearance, and they recognized Viola's taste in choosing men.

Whether it is good or bad, malicious or kind, it is full of sour taste.

While listening to the sour words of these lemon extracts, Ren held Viola's hand, admiring her beautiful appearance unscrupulously, and couldn't help but feel very proud.

This feeling is like drinking a large glass of iced fat house happy water in summer. It is refreshing and comfortable, which is self-evident.

Before the performance started, people came in to greet Viola one after another.

People who can go to the Grand Theater to watch operas are either rich or noble. Viola's response was very decent, and he generously introduced Ren to them.

Ren didn't like this kind of social occasion, but he didn't want to embarrass Viola, so he could only put a smile on his face and deal with them.

Because he has the eyes of the soul, he can see the emotions of others at a glance.

Knowing who is kind to him, who is full of malice, or just saying hello to Viola, doesn't have much thought.

Several of these people were members of the art association, and they took the opportunity to come over to see their own jokes, turned around and went out of the box and started gossiping.

Ren just pretended not to know.

"Viola."

A gentle man's voice sounded, and then a tall but thin old man walked in.

He has white hair scattered randomly, with a somewhat unkempt temperament, wearing a black formal suit with a noble badge on his chest, a warm smile on his face, slightly cloudy eyes, and a pair of pince-nez glasses with a pair of lenses The thin golden chain is connected to the collar, giving the impression of an elder full of wisdom.

Ren was a little surprised when he saw this gentleman.

Elderly people are uncommon in Allen Erth, and it is difficult for even extraordinary people to live to the end of their lives.

In the eyes of the soul, this old man is a high-level wizard. Although his soul has declined a bit, it is still stable, and there is no sign of being affected by the blood soul curse. Judging from the fire of faith, he is a follower of the long-haired lady, and his beliefs are very devout, almost reaching the point of fanaticism.

Viola got up immediately and greeted: "President Hasilin, good evening."

Then introduce to Ren, "Ren, this is the president of our Longshande Art Association, His Excellency Earl Haselin Forstey."

"Your Excellency Earl, good evening." Ren greeted politely.

He had heard from Viola before that the old man's background was not trivial.

The chairman of the Art Association is only one of Hasilin's identities. He is also a real earl of Longshande, and he has a small city with a population of more than 100,000 in the south as his territory. This title is hereditary. Hasilin's ancestor was a student of the Duke of Silver Star, a legendary wizard who died many years ago.

In addition, Hasilin is one of the three colleges in Longshande, the dean of Stuart College.

He has a high reputation in the aristocratic class of Longshande, and is one of the few big nobles with the highest wealth and status except the duke family.

But what Hasilin is most proud of is not his ability to be close to a legendary wizard, nor his dual status as earl and dean, but his lofty reputation in the literary and artistic circles of the empire.

The old man has been engaged in literary creation all his life, and he has written many books with great repercussions, as well as dozens of poems and essays that have been widely circulated. He is also an outstanding dramatist, and he is proficient in music, painting and sculpture. A rare all-rounder in art, he can be called a literary master.

Although Hasilin was not a legend, he played a pivotal role in the Good Good Church.

According to Viola, there have always been rumors that Chairman Haselin is very likely to be the chosen one of the long-haired lady. He has neither admitted nor denied it, so he does not know whether it is true or not.

"You are Ren?"

Hasilin looked at Ren, his gaze behind the pince-nez was full of scrutiny.

After a full six or seven seconds, he nodded and said with a smile: "You are a good young man, with good looks and body, good temperament, calm and firm, and strong enough strength, otherwise you wouldn't be able to kill so many demons .”

Ren suddenly laughed dumbfounded.

The chairman's words were too straightforward, and when he commented on himself face to face, it was like criticizing a work of art, which violated noble etiquette, and he also knew the real inside story of the gate of the abyss last time.

Hasilin didn't care about being rude, and said, "Viola, I was worried that your vision was wrong, but now it seems that I was worrying too much."

With a smile on her face, Viola came over and took Ren's arm, and said, "Thank you, President, for allowing me to hold the prayer ceremony."

"This is what you worked hard for. More than half of the priests in the association have agreed, and of course I won't stop it." Hasilin sighed and said, "I wish you a successful ceremony and God's blessing!"

Before leaving, he suddenly winked at Ren, and joked: "Lucky young man, work hard, don't let Viola down, hehe..."

After hearing this, Ren couldn't help complaining in his heart, this old and unrefined person.

Turning his head to look, he found that half of Viola's face was flushed, and his pointed ears were trembling slightly, which was very attractive. He was about to make a few jokes when the music sounded on the stage, the curtain opened, and the opera performance began.