Valari's top clubhouse Wallalegez. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Manager, our financial statements came out last month, and net profit increased by 1.8 percent month-on-month. ”

The female treasurer walked into the manager's room happily with a look at the thick financial statements, and forgot to knock on the door.

If it was normal, such a reckless behavior would definitely be looked down upon by the manager, after all, Walleggerz's manager is a well-known beautiful woman, not some uncle or an old man, and there is no strange car to push, so it is naturally impossible for a beautiful female financial officer to get any special treatment.

Barbara turned from the swivel chair with the same smile on her face.

"It's good news, but you don't notice, it looks like the growth rate of net profit is getting smaller and smaller. ”

The female finance was stunned, and then said: "This is also no way, this period of time relying on Biqi we have increased a lot of customer flow, but after all, it will be limited, in Valari can afford our Hualaiguez consumption level of guests are limited, we can't rely on price reduction to attract customers, right?"

"So if we want to increase our revenue, we have to think of something else. ”

Barbara turned the golden pen in her hand, the corners of her mouth slightly curled.

"Did the manager already have a good idea?"

Seeing the expression on Barbara's face, the female financer, who was very familiar with her, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and asked directly.

"Of course. ”

Barbara seemed to be waiting for the treasurer to ask such a question, and she suddenly jumped up from her chair with a light weight, as if she had a spring on her ass.

"As we all know, Walleggerz's continued growth in the past few months has been closely related to our little cutie, so if we want the club's revenue to continue to grow, then our focus should definitely fall on him. ”

"But the capacity of our club has reached the limit, now the Biki singer comes to the Jinri Hall every time he sings, and every time it is often full, whoever asks him to perform is basically on Wednesday, it is too easy to be found in the pattern, do you plan to build a bigger singing hall, manager?"

Barbara glanced at the woman with disdain.

"Is that all you can think of is such a bad idea?"

"What else can I do?"

"The direction you think of is right, the cutie needs a bigger stage, just Wallaigers' Golden Day Hall will never satisfy him, he needs a bigger and bigger stage. ”

As if deliberately selling off, Barbara paused deliberately before continuing: "Record. ”

"Records?"

The female treasurer frowned.

Records are something that has only become popular in recent years, although gramophone magic and gramophone magic scrolls have been invented a long time ago, but after all, from ancient times to the present, magicians have always been relatively scarce talents, resulting in their manpower is also relatively expensive, phonophone magic and phonograph scrolls have always been used in the military, It is unimaginable to use this function for entertainment, but since the invention of the phonograph, this kind of machine that can produce human voices has quickly been used very widely, and one of the most widespread applications is entertainment.

The female finance is a more conservative and conservative person, and she is not too sensitive to this new thing, so she did not think of this method, and even if Barbara brought it up, she would be suspicious of it.

"Does the manager mean to record Becky's singing on a record? But isn't this something that only those street performers use? ”

"When the phonograph was first introduced, the first users were indeed the joint artists, but didn't you notice that the phonograph has become more and more accepted by more and more people over the years? Several of my relatives who like music have bought gramophones, and I also recorded a song while Beekey was singing and listened to it, and it worked quite well. ”

"But if we really make a record of Becky's songs and sell them outside, will people stop coming to our club?"

The female treasurer is still a little worried.

Barbara looked at her deeply, and finally had no patience to explain.

"No!

Barbara said fiercely.

A man with black hair and black eyes hovered in front of Walleggerz's door, because his appearance was so peculiar that many passers-by would casually glance at him.

Rare black hair, each as straight as if it had been pulled, yellowish skin than normal people, very small eyes, and the feeling of facial features also gives people a strange feeling, which seems to be much more restrained than the sharp edges and corners of normal men, resulting in a completely different style.

This should be an alien.

However, the magical city of Valari has always been known for its openness and freedom, and although people are somewhat curious about this alien with a very different appearance, this curiosity is at most a matter of looking twice.

Long Chen completely ignored the snooping eyes around him, and he stared at the glowing plaque of Wallagez, still a little hesitant in his heart.

The reason why he came to this Valari's current top clubhouse is not to be like those protagonists of otherworldly novels who are ready to go inside to spend a lot of money, and buy a beautiful slave or a little Lori with infinite potential or something, after all, the civilization of this world has basically passed the stage of slave society, and there will be no open slave trade or anything like that in this highly civilized magic city, and Long Chen has no money to do such a thing.

Yes, Longchen is short of money.

As a visitor from another world, when he was in his second semester at Walleggers, Long Chen found that even though he had worked hard and had received a full scholarship and free housing, he still did not have the money to spend anything extra.

Although theoretically, with the help of a full scholarship plus free accommodation, Long Chen would be able to survive seven years of life at the Academy of Magic, it would undoubtedly be very embarrassing.

Since you are a visitor from the other world, why don't you give full play to your innate knowledge of the other world?

Long Chen thought so.

But why did he end up standing at the gate of Wallalegz?

As mentioned before, the lack of critical electromagnetic induction in this world has directly dimmed Longchen's technology tree by half, and in other aspects, the wisdom and magic of the humans in this world have also done enough, and there is no room for Longchen to show himself.

In the end, Long Chen was inspired by the singing of a passerby.

Music.

Although this world is very different from the world in which Long Chen lives, language, civilization, etc., music should be able to transcend this barrier, after all, on earth, music is also a thing that knows no borders. (To be continued.) )