I was a god in the 18th century

"Oh, then go in by yourselves!" The doorman raised his head with a somewhat arrogant look and returned the ticket to Irving.

It was really unlucky that he had misjudged the situation and wasted his expression on two fake princes wearing dragon robes, and could not even get a penny tip.

Xia Qingdai couldn't help but feel funny when she felt the change in the doorman's attitude turning faster than flipping through a book. Could it be that the doorman's ability to serve dishes when he sees someone is common to both China and foreign countries in ancient and modern times?

However, being disliked by the doorman did not affect Xia Qingdai's mood.

She doesn't have the vanity to be held up by others wherever she goes. If she wants to experience being admired by pretending to be slapped in the face, she just needs to show a little "miracle", but she doesn't think it is necessary to face the little doorman.

Entering the opera house, Xia Qingdai looked around with a face full of novelty.

She had never been to a movie theater before, let alone an opera house.

Modern movie tickets that cost tens of dollars each are not worth it to Xia Qingdai.

To be exact, no movie or TV show can make her pay!

For movies and TV shows, the main focus is on free prostitution. If you want to watch something, just watch it, and you don’t have to watch it. This is Xia Qingdai’s current consumption outlook.

The same goes for coming to the opera house at this time. Anyway, the tickets are given, so come and join in the fun and learn more!

And Irving didn't pay much attention to pomp. He sat in the back row of the opera house hall, crowded with a group of middle-class people wearing Indian cotton cloth, listening to their rude conversations, coughing, farting, and burping one after another. None of this made him feel... Anything cramped.

When he was an officer, there were many more rude soldiers under his command, and Owen had long been accustomed to it.

Not long after the two sat down, a waiter brought a note.

Owen looked through the dim light of the hall and saw that it was an earl and countess sitting in a box. Seeing the two people crowded together with the lower class, he kindly extended an invitation to them.

Xia Qingdai smiled: "Do you believe this reason? The nobles in London are actually so hospitable!"

Owen put away the note and said to Xia Qingdai: "They must have been attracted by our electric off-road vehicle and are curious about us. Cousin, are you willing to accept the invitation? Sit in the box and watch the show without anyone disturbing you."

Xia Qingdai replied: "Forget it, only by sitting here can you directly feel the fireworks in the world."

"Okay." So Owen asked the waiter to bring a message to the countess, declining her invitation and expressing his gratitude.

I thought this episode was over, but after a while, the waiter came over with a servant and brought five pictures of the ball at the Earl of Charlton's Mansion to Irving and Xia Qingdai who were sitting here. Invitation card.

"Hey, it's strange, why did you suddenly send us an invitation letter? Can you enter London's social scene without an introduction?" Xia Qingdai expressed a little doubt, this is different from the description in the famous book she saw.

The servant who followed the waiter replied: "Earl Charlton asked me to bring you a message. This invitation is to thank you two for your generosity during the traffic jam."

Xia Qingdai and Owen looked at each other, and the latter said: "At that time, there was indeed a count's carriage blocked near my vehicle."

Xia Qingdai also scared a servant who came to inquire about the details that night, but she didn't know if that person was from Earl Charlton, after all, he didn't report his family name at that time.

"It seems that the Earl of Charlton has investigated our affairs very clearly, including my injured cousin and the people who need to stay to take care of him." Owen looked at the five invitations and whispered. Said to Xia Qingdai.

"We've only been in London for less than a day!" Xia Qingdai said she didn't quite understand.

Owen chuckled: "Don't underestimate everyone's curiosity." When he first inherited Fukui Villa, his neighbors had already investigated his affairs very clearly.

For people who have nothing to do all day long and just think about how to socialize and have fun, they have too much free time to find out information that interests them.

The two accepted the invitation, but did not bring an accurate message to the servant. They only said that they needed to check the situation.

From then until the end of the opera, no one bothered her again. Xia Qingdai watched an eighteenth-century opera with great interest, which was eye-opening.

Although she didn't understand many of them, because there was a slight difference in pronunciation when singing and speaking English directly, Xia Qingdai was inevitably a little confused when she heard it for the first time.

Despite this, it did not delay Xia Qingdai from understanding the central content of the entire opera. Isn't this Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro"!

An extremely outstanding comic opera, but it is a pity that Mozart was not present in person. None of the singers, musicians, and actors in the theater sounded familiar to Xia Qingdai. It was obvious that none of them had left their names in history, and they were all just passers-by.

At the end of the show, the advantage of sitting in the back row of the hall came out. Xia Qingdai and Owen got up and were the first to leave the theater without being blocked inside.

"The ticket for the back row of an opera hall is 10.5 shillings, and the standing ticket in the corridor is 5 shillings. According to the income of servants, the ticket price is not low, and it is more expensive than modern movie tickets." Xia Qingdai said silently I calculated it mentally.

"Hey, Owen, the waiter just said how much does it cost to book a private room?"

While helping Xia Qingdai block the surging crowd, Owen replied: "It costs 20 pounds to book a private room in an ordinary position for a quarter."

"Oh, that's double the annual salary of an ordinary male servant." Xia Qingdai commented.

"Yeah." Owen didn't express his opinion.

Xia Qingdai continued to analyze in her mind. As far as she knew, the annual salary of a male servant was not much lower than that of a worker, but higher than that of a maid and a tutor.

Therefore, things like watching dramas have nothing to do with the people at the bottom who cannot make ends meet. At least you have to be a middle-class family to have enough money to spend.

It seems that in the eighteenth century, even in Britain, which pioneered the industrial revolution, even though they plundered wealth all over the world, the people were still miserable.

The two walked out of the opera house and headed straight towards the parking lot.

The place is crowded and noisy, but the two people's cars are still very easy to recognize, but...

"Owen, it looks like our car door has been opened, doesn't it?"

Owen frowned: "Yes, there is a thief."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Qingdai standing next to him disappeared. He looked up at the sky, and the next second, he saw the face of suitable shades in the clouds.

Xia Qingdai looked down from a high position and saw many "three hands" among the crowd. Many people seemed to have experienced it, clutching their bags tightly and looking wary.

The public security in this city of London is unflattering! Xia Qingdai shook her head while continuing to search for the thief who stole her medicine box.

After a while, she was found in a dark alley. What a danger, if you were one step later, this guy would be out of Xia Qingdai's "visible map" range.

She immediately stretched out her hand, like a five-fingered mountain, to stop him in front of him, and watched as he bumped into him with a bang.