After the show, there was no auction as Franz had imagined.

Instead, the host began to introduce the dancers, and by this time Franz understood the meaning of the canary, even if he was dull, but shouldn't these ballet girls be called "little mice"?

"Little mouse." Before he knew it, Franz blurted out.

Taffy whispered into Franz's ear.

"That's what the French call it, it's not elegant at all.."

Franz was speechless for a while, how could such a thing still be associated with elegance.

But also in this regard, Europe does not seem to be too taboo in this regard, but rather quite open.

Franz didn't want to raise any canaries, but he couldn't look directly at his group of friends.

Still, he wondered, what would this group of people do?

Then Franz really asked.

"Edward, what are you doing with all those canaries?"

Edward Taffe snapped his fingers a little embarrassed.

"Let them eat."

Some strange and disgusting images came to Franz's mind, which was reflected in his expression, the disdain on Taffei's face.

At this time, Richard Metternich on the side couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Franz asked curiously.

"Franz, do you remember that Roshan last time?" Richard Metternich reminded.

"You mean Miss Harriet?"

"Yes, that's Taffy's Canary."

Franz still remembers that the last time Adjani fell several times, the opponent was able to land smoothly. At that time, Franz was still curious about where Taffy got this monster, a monster of more than two hundred pounds could actually turn in the air.

Franz couldn't help but complain: "It's really perverted." Then I remembered that there was a warrior named Oyama Beida in an island country in the east who once advocated.

Edward Taffe ran out with his face covered.

Edward Taffy was a weak and kind man, he was a good man, but he lacked the domineering and decisive nature of a leader.

"Want to buy one?" Richard Metternich asked.

"Not interested." Franz really didn't have much interest, just a little emotion, he thought he had done a lot over the years, but it didn't seem to have changed anything. Or maybe it's not enough.

"Why don't they bring people in and have a look? Franz, how can you see so far away without a telescope? ”

At this time, Akadov handed over a pair of hand-held telescopic glasses, yes, a small telescope with a handle, which looked like a selfie stick, which was said to look more elegant.

Franz took the "selfie stick" and couldn't help but sweat for the soldiers on the Austrian front. If Austrian telescopes were like this, one can imagine what the battle would have been.

Fortunately, the Austrian military did not have enough money to purchase such flashy telescopes.

"The four in red dresses are the principal dancers of the four major theaters now, the ones in pink dresses are on stage for the first time, and the ones in white dresses are the ones who are wearing white dresses."

Akadov began to introduce eagerly, and Franz could only force himself to try not to make a fuss.

Even if the latter showed a lack of interest, the former did not intend to give up.

So, Akadov gave his attendant a look, and the attendant naturally understood what the young master meant, and of course he also knew Franz's identity, so he immediately acted without saying a word.

After all, a small person like him, even if he can leave an impression on Franz, it will be very beneficial to his future.

Soon the squire found Chio Rom, who was very embarrassed by the other party's request, and the former was not a fool and naturally understood what the other party wanted.

However, the squire named Wells did not want to reveal Franz's identity, because then he would not only gain no benefit, but might even die as a result.

Fortunately, the name of his master is enough, and he happens to have money on him.

"Sir, my host enjoyed today's performance and would like to thank them one by one." With that, Wells took out a written check from his bosom and handed it to Chio Rom.

The corners of the latter's mouth couldn't help twitching, a squire actually dared to use a check, he felt that he had been insulted, but it was up to the owner to beat the dog, Chio Rohm himself finally convinced himself, sighed and said.

"Sir, are you going to give a cheque as a thank you?"

This was already said bluntly, Wells had to take back the check and take out a stack of bills, handed it over, and then turned to the actors backstage.

"Please also enjoy the ladies and ladies to enjoy it."

Although Wells had a smile on his lips, his heart was dripping blood, because the stack of bills was his salary for five years.

His actions caused the displeasure of the financiers who were waiting in the background to pick up the goods, but Chio Röhm did not prevent the situation from getting worse.

After all, he is a businessman, and he will never delay all future business because of one business. And he also wanted to see the quality of the people in the box, after all, there were a lot of big people here today, and it should be very lively.

Wells's actions were hated far more than he could have imagined, but he didn't know it.

The dancers looked at each other, they had never encountered such a thing, and the best dancers of the four major troupes had all gathered here, and they were actually taken in one go.

Soon the girls were delivered to Franz like goods, and the dancers apparently did not expect that the guests in front of them were actually children.

Especially the one sitting in the corner, who was obviously holding juice in his hand

The erect and elegant posture of these dancers is vividly reflected in these dancers, who deserve to be selected from the whole of Vienna, and indeed the word "excellent".

It's just that after understanding the dirty deal behind this incident, Franz really finds it difficult to see "beauty" in these girls.

However, in the nineteenth century, the era of "laughing at the poor and not laughing at prostitutes", these girls did nothing to blame. Accusing them from the moral high ground would seem to make Franz even more incompetent.

And the only person in the entire private room who is not qualified to blame others is Franz himself, but he can control the joys and sorrows of others, even life and death.

In the dimly lit box, the little bit of light the size of a bean dot didn't seem to illuminate this small world in any way. But there is an indescribable atmosphere in the dim light, which many people like because they can be capable and unscrupulous.

At this time, the box was very embarrassing, because Franz was obviously not on the road, he had no idea of buying a canary at all, and no one dared to really take the lead.

Akadov is a frequent visitor to such places. Many dancers knew him, knew that he was the grandson of the first corrupt official in the Austrian Empire, and the object of many bigwigs, so he could only bite the bullet.

"Ladies, it's my grandfather's birthday in a few days. Our family is going to have a big ball, and my friends need good dance partners, and the ladies are invited to enjoy it. ”

(End of chapter)