In the evening, Rosie got up from her bed tiredly. He meticulously sorted out his clothes in the mirror, today is the day of the opening of the bar, everything he can do has been done, and the rest can only be seen if God gives face. He didn't feel nervous when he held the butcher knife in his hand, but at this time he had a slight feeling of nervousness, a kind of impatient and uneasy speculation.

He tugged at the collar and tugged hard, thought about loosening the ceremonial button, slightly picked the haired hair a little messy with his fingers, and looked directly at himself in the mirror with deep gray eyes, cheering himself up.

Hano came to knock on the door at this time, he took a deep breath, turned around and opened the door and walked out, the opening looked at Hano who was standing on the side, "Ready?", this sentence said that he was asking Hano, but it was better to say that he was asking himself.

Hano nodded, "Back to Master Rossi, it's all ready." ”

It's all ready, yes, it's all ready. It's the mule and the horse always have to pull it out, and this bar has left him with a debt of 200,000 gold coins. For the nobles who lent him money, 200,000 gold coins was not a big number, and they even hoped that Rosie would not be able to pay it back and put the favor into practice.

Rossi has pressure, but also drive.

This is his first shot when he comes to the imperial capital, and it must be fired and accurate.

Outside, the sky was getting darker, the sun had disappeared from the horizon, and the street lights were on. Perhaps this is one of the few cities in the Empire that can light up an entire city with electric light bulbs, and the pedestrians on the road are not scarce, but more and more. Many people can finally rest for a while after a day of work, they will not rush home to eat and lie in bed to play the game of making people, the imperial capital is much more prosperous than other cities, and the nightlife is naturally rich.

Opera houses, small theaters, and busy night markets, several circuses from other places applied for camping places, and began to shout and sell tickets. The casinos on the side of the road are even more lively, and the shouts of killing make people feel as if they are on the battlefield. The taverns and restaurants were bustling with people, and the noise could be heard from the doorway. The skillful girls wore a coat in this cold winter, and shivered in the cold wind in a skirt that exposed their thighs.

Small businessmen with boxes of goods singing the names of their goods, scurrying around the streets and alleys, from time to time exchanging their goods for some money with passers-by.

The carriages on the road were constantly coming and going, and even a four-wheeled fuel car could be seen speeding up and down from time to time, and forty yards was already considered fast at this time.

This is the imperial capital, the heart of Turman, the most prosperous city of the Turman Empire.

As the heat from the lobes of his lungs shot out like arrows through his nostrils, Rossi wiped his cheeks hard, the tension and plummeting temperature made him feel the muscles on his face stiffen. He took a breath of heat in the palm of his hand, looked up at the door of the bar where a large number of people had gathered not far away, squeezed out a very professional smile, and strode over.

There had been a snowfall during the day, and although the city guards had cleared the streets, there was still a little water on the road. The brown calfskin boots stepped on the stagnant water, and the splash of water splashed around the brown calfskin boots, making a snapping sound.

Someone heard the footsteps and looked back, and immediately shouted, "It's Rosie here, Rosie, why don't you open the door yet? Damn, I'm going to freeze to death!"

Rossi walked over with a quick pace, it was not yet seven o'clock, but it opened today, and the door could be opened earlier. He gave Hano a look, and the latter trotted silently, ran to the door of the bar and tapped the door vigorously, "Master Rosie said, it's open for business now." ”

A palm-wide and foot-long opening opened on a primary-colored wooden door, and the people inside looked out and opened the small door of the bar. The small door could only allow the two of them to walk side by side, and Hano stood on one side, and the heated hot air in the bar suddenly gushed out, making the people closer to the door feel warm. They rolled their eyes, muttering to themselves that Rosie's shelf was too big, but they still fished in.

The renovation of the bar was completely completed in the last three days, and in order to achieve the effect, Rossi took a lot of brains to solve the lighting problem.

Rossi walked last, Angelo and Lester didn't know where to run to pretend, but Francisco stayed behind.

"You haven't been here for a while, and Lorna misses you so much. Francisco put his arm around Rossi's shoulders, "Seriously, don't you think about it?"

Rossi would love to ask Francisco how hard your daughter is to sell, and it's the topic that opens the way every time we meet. Lorna is indeed beautiful, she has inherited pure-blood Tuhlman blood, her golden hair is as dazzling as the sun, but Rosie does not plan to marry or find a girlfriend yet. Only then did he realize that compared to his own ambitions, or men's ambitions, the physical and emotional needs were really vulnerable.

He would rather be on the road of struggle all his life, and he would not like to die drunk and dream in the gentle township.

Seeing that Rossi was silent, Francisco laughed, "Okay, I know what you think, let's talk about another thing......." The two of them walked to the alley next to the bar, there was no one around, and Hano stood very consciously at the alley, blocking the view of people on the street.

The two of them took a few more steps into the alley, and Francisco whispered, "There is an Imperial Viscount who has unfortunately gone to see the god of Hades, and on his way to the imperial capital to participate in the Victory Day festival, he was killed by the Bright Moon Thieves. Now vacate the title of Viscount, although it is a title with no fief and no real power, but I think you should fight for it. ”

Francisco's expression was very serious, and Rossi frowned when he heard this, "How to fight for it?"

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth. Rosie, the nobility is one, you have to remember that. We may have struggles with each other, and we may kill and destroy our people because of this, but we are one when dealing with other enemies. Kyaukyue broke the rules, and they did not give the Viscount a chance to redeem his life, which cannot be tolerated. The Imperial Council will discuss this matter tomorrow, so you'd better be prepared. Besides, you'll have to come up with something to get that old bastard of His Majesty to approve of you. ”

"What is it?", Rosie asked.

"Something useful!", added Francisco, "you have to give him a step, or you will make some people unable to shut up if you go directly past the baron's canonization." In fact, many people are staring at this title, which is what Prince Fabio meant. ”

Rossi pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "I see, I have prepared something, which was originally intended to be dedicated to Prince Fabio. ”

A smile appeared on Francisco's face, his serious appearance really made Rossi a little uncomfortable, "That's the best, you can continue to dedicate yourself to Prince Fabio, he will negotiate with that old bastard of His Majesty." Remember, you're ours, and you are!", he patted Rosie on the shoulder, "Let's go, let me see if what you make is really as interesting as they say." ”

The sound of footsteps prompted Hano to step out of the way and follow Rossi and Francisco into the bar.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a screen, you can't see what's in the bar, and behind the screen is a large bar counter, facing the dance floor.

By this time, all the lights in the hall had been turned off, and only neon lights and flashing lights were swirling, and the crowd writhing on the dance floor under the energetic music was like a demon dance in hell. The indoor temperature of 256 degrees has caused many people to take off their coats, and beads of sweat are already leaking from their foreheads, but they are still dancing tirelessly.

The three girls on the leading stage wore tight bandeau tops, green scarves wrapped around their buttocks, and the rest of the body was not covered. The harsh complexion is full of mysterious temptation under the flashing lights. They danced as wildly as they could, leading the crowd around the stage, their hands held high, and they indulged their bodies as they wished.

In just a few minutes, the culture of disco, which has been popular for more than ten years, has blossomed rapidly in this world and in the Tuhrman Empire.

Francisco opened his mouth exaggeratedly, he unbuttoned his shirt, took off all the gowns he had worn for half an hour and threw them to Hano, complaining as he went to the dance floor, "Damn, why didn't you tell me not to wear a dress?"

Rosie smiled and walked to the edge of the bar, where a group of young people shouted "drink" neatly, letting a twelve- or thirteen-year-old hairy boy drink at the bottom.

The wine is liquor, about forty-seven or eight degrees, and there are only one or two at most in the cup, but the worst thing is that the liquor is ignited, and there is a layer of blue flame floating on the cup, and the young man is embarrassed, scared and unwilling to lose face, and he can't make up his mind with the cup.

There were people around who persuaded and scolded, and the atmosphere was very warm. He gritted his teeth and slapped the table and stood on the stool, the dark blue flames were particularly eye-catching in the dark environment. He shouted "drink" heartbreakingly, and drank the liquor in his cup with his head up. Perhaps out of fear, or out of excitement, some wine slipped down his cheeks, and two blue lines suddenly hung on both sides of his mouth. He gave himself a few mouthfuls in the sound of his own horror and the joyful laughter of the crowd around him before he extinguished the fire.

Several slightly older nobles sat together, looking at the dance floor with great interest, and exchanged ears.

Rossi breathed a sigh of relief, and for now, it was a success.