Led by one of the attendants, Qiao Xiu walked through a corridor lined with oil paintings on both sides.

The subjects of the paintings are all depictions of war scenes, with swords intertwined, blood dripping, bones and corpses being the most common decorations on oil paintings.

The paintings made Josiu feel like he was at some kind of war memorial, rather than a theater where the performance was performed.

The corridor was not long, and soon came to an end, and the attendant stopped at the door, turned sideways and made a gesture of please.

If there was the theater manager's office behind this door, he should have knocked on the door to warn anyone who came to visit, but the waiter didn't do that.

Because of the noise coming from the room, even if he knocked on the door, it was estimated that the people in the room would not hear it.

"Even if you offer a high price, I won't sell the theater to you!! You despicable merchants! Get out of me! ”

"Sir Bravitex, those plays of yours are outdated, and no troupe wants to perform with you now, so why don't you make a fortune at the end and retire for retirement?!"

"Classics never go out of style! Even if there is one last audience member, this theater will continue to open, and if you don't leave, I will use coercive means! ”

The roar coming from inside the door made the expression on the squire's face look a little ugly, and it didn't take long for two men in black costumes to walk out of the room, and they just glanced at Qiao Xiu and Herlan and Ciri behind Qiao Xiu, and then angrily chose to leave.

Qiao Xiu also officially tidied up his clothes at this time, because he was going to have a business meeting next, and the person he negotiated with didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Please wait for me here." After Qiao Xiu left this advice to Ciri and Herlan behind him, he directly pushed open the door and walked in.

"Malorne, I didn't mean it doesn't matter... Wait a minute... Who are you? ”

There was only one person in the room, he sat behind a wooden desk in the center, slightly chubby, dressed in a heavy... The costume is most striking about the blush on the sides of his cheeks, and his lips seem to have a rosy hue of some color.

It seems that this fat man who seems to be a bit of a sissy is the owner of this theater, Sir White Vitex.

"A collaborator who can save your theater."

Qiao Xiu thought about it for a while, and still chose to define his identity as a collaborator, after all, Qiao Xiu didn't have a troupe, and Qiao Xiu only had a crew, a behind-the-scenes crew composed of demons and undead.

"Collaborators? Did you hear what I was just saying? You businessmen, don't want to get an inch of this theater from me! ”

Still a little agitated and impatient, he pressed the bell on his desk, and in an instant two tall... Caster.

The Sir White Thorn, in a fit of rage, was ready to chase people away.

This is completely carried away by anger and lost his mind, and it is impossible for Qiao Xiu to let him quiet down and negotiate, so Qiao Xiu can only take out the badge given by the Skeleton Princess.

The badge carved with an unknown pattern was held in Qiao Xiu's hand, Sir White Thorn had good eyesight, he quickly saw the badge on Qiao Xiu's hand clearly, his performance was the same as the attendant just now, his angry expression instantly froze, replaced by a panicked emotion, but he quickly calmed down.

The two spellcasters who had just been called in by Sir White Vitex were about to throw Qiao Xiu out, but they were instantly stopped by him.

"What are you doing? He's a guest! Go and get someone to make a pot of tea! ”

“……”

The face of the skeleton is really not ordinary.

Qiao Xiu watched as the two spellcasters hurried to another room, replaced by a female attendant hurriedly pushing a dining cart with teapots and teacups.

And Qiao Xiu also unceremoniously sat directly in front of Sir Bai Jinghua's table.

The skeleton man gave Qiao Xiu not only face, but also the life of this white wattle sizzer, when Qiao Xiu approached the slightly chubby sir, he found that the mark on Qiao Xiu's left hand reacted.

There's the magic left in him by the bones... But Sir Bravit doesn't look like an undead creature.

"You... Which adult sent you? ”

When the lady who made the tea handed Qiao Xiu a cup of black tea and left the office, Sir White Vitex asked in a panicked tone.

"No, I'm his friend."

Although Qiao Xiu calls Bone Gong Sir and Bone Gong calls Qiao Xiu His Royal Highness, Qiao Xiu and Bone Gong are equal in status, and after Bone Gong became a fan of the movie "Beauty and the Devil", Qiao Xiu's relationship with the Lord of the Lich became more like friends.

"Friends... Friends..."

He seemed to realize how terrible Qiao Xiu's identity was, and he stood up and wanted to salute Qiao Xiu, but was stopped by Qiao Xiu.

"I told you that I'm here as a collaborator, and that Sir Bravitex doesn't need to be too inhibited."

"Collaborators, my lord... Raise your hand, this theater was once in Nolan's glory, and you must have heard of the two plays, "The Girl of Sinoger" and "The Great Revolution", both of which I wrote the plays and performed them in this theater. ”

He said to Qiao Xiu in a pleading tone, as if he really regarded Qiao Xiu as a businessman who came to buy his theater.

"Sir White Vitex, what you are talking about is 'once' a glorious time, right?"

Qiao Xiu specially accentuated the pronunciation of the word Zeng, and at the same time Qiao Xiu glanced at a painting hanging on the wall behind Sir White Vitex, an oil painting of a girl in armor holding a flag, and the overall composition was a bit like the French painter Eugène's "Liberty Leads the People".

"It's the same now." Sir Whitevitex tried to defend himself.

"It's the same now? Is the empty hall the most glorious moment of this theater? Is my understanding of the word brilliant a little different from that of Jazz? ”

Before this kind of flawed defense, Qiao Xiu had countless ways to leave him speechless.

"Relax, sir, I'm not here to buy your theater, I'm here to save your theater."

Qiao Xiu saw that this sir's neck was suffocated red, and his pale cheeks were full of blood, afraid that he would suddenly have some heart disease and die suddenly due to nervousness, so he directly confessed his intention.

"Save?" Sir White Vitex paused his argument and waited for Qiao Xiu's next step.

"That's right, I have a show that will bring your theater back to its original glory days, and even far beyond."

Qiao Xiu has absolute confidence in "Beauty and the Devil", a movie that can move people is definitely a good movie, this movie can make the bones lose a few drops of soul fire, Qiao Xiu doesn't believe that these humans with developed tear ducts will not be infected.

"Show? I'm sorry sir... I didn't know that you were the manager of the troupe, so what is the name of your troupe? ”

Jo Xiu's answer made Sir White Vitex very happy, he originally had two troupes, but all of them were poached by the damn Nolan National Theatre, so he had been preparing to reconvene people to build one, but if Jo Xiu was the manager of a troupe, Sir Bravit Branche wouldn't mind letting Jo Xiu's troupe go up and try it.

"I'm not the manager of the troupe, and I don't have a troupe." Qiao Xiu shook his head and said that he was not in this business.

"Then ......," Sir Bravit Blossom was confused.

"My gig is here."

Qiao Xiu tapped his suitcase with his finger and said.

"Enough to kick off an era... Perform. ”