A strange world

Chapter 917 Section 148. Invitation

As the news of the premiere of "300 Warriors of Liberty City" spread, the spies in the city finally knew what Annan and his group of people were busy with these days.

People outside had their own thoughts. The nobles and businessmen envied Annan for making a lot of money again, and waved their money to find someone who could also shoot the magic image in five days. Women were concerned about whether Annan would star in the sixth magic image, and which dream lover he would play. Professionals felt that the champion warlock finally did what a warlock should do.

There was no need for publicity. Annan's name alone made people willing to pay to go to the theater. Instead, they were worried that the victory parade would be the day after tomorrow, and at most a few thousand viewers could watch "300 Warriors of Liberty City" in one day, which would hardly have the effect of disgusting the Kingdom of Recan.

"Aren't there many theaters in Montreal Mountain? Go talk to them and rent their venues. The fee... just give 10%, after tax." Annan said.

Francois took his people to negotiate. When he made an offer, the theater owner who was smiling just now suddenly said angrily: "Five percent? Are you humiliating us!?"

"We are very sincere..."

"Everyone knows that you only took five days to shoot the magic image. Who knows how shoddy it is? Our theater has a long history and is deeply loved by the royal family. You are tarnishing our reputation! Now, take your people and get out-"

"Boss!"

The assistant suddenly trotted over and whispered a number in the boss's ear.

"...Really?"

Then he looked at Francois with a polite smile in astonishment.

He didn't expect that the 5% profit of the magic image would be higher than the performance, and it was pure profit, without paying any fees to the actors and workers...

"Well, if it's 10%, I can consider it..." The boss coughed stiffly.

"We chose your theater because Lord Annan has always remembered you after the last party, but if you can't accept it, then we can only negotiate with other theaters." Francois's smile remained unchanged.

"Well then... for the sake of the champion warlock. But I have another request."

"Please go ahead."

"That..." The boss tilted his head, and after the sensible assistant pushed him away, he said awkwardly: "My daughter likes Annan very much. Can Annan--"

"Of course, Lord Annan has always cared for his fans."

...

"You mean I send my fans to the battlefield in person?" Annan said with some sarcasm.

"You can't say that, we had no choice." Francois comforted.

Annan and Francois walked along the coastal street-it's still the coastal street, but it's a sea of ​​clouds.

The only two remaining white dragons lost their companions and their favorite fish, but they still soared heartlessly in the sea of ​​clouds.

The dragon trainer Elder stood on the remaining beach outside the fence, silently looking at the white dragon.

Since the war, he didn't like to talk.

Annan sighed, "I know... so I can't do this again."

Francois didn't know whether Annan meant "can't do this again" by sending people who loved him to the battlefield or intervening in the war again.

In short, Francois, who had been traveling around for an afternoon, negotiated with nine theaters in total. Including the Moonlight Opera House, ten theaters would show the film at the same time for one day, which would allow almost one percent of the citizens of Montreal Mountain to watch it.

Well, it's still not much. But considering that it's easier for nobles and rich people to get tickets on the first day, their influence and voice are greater.

Francois hesitated to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Annan asked him.

"Does your method really work?"

"Which one are you talking about?"

"Both, the military parade and the magic image."

Annan saw the dragon-taming boy Elder turned his head and waved to him: "What else can we do? We can't assassinate in Montreal Mountain."

Francois smiled as if he remembered something in the past.

"Actually, this is also a war." Annan suddenly spoke.

"War? We did nothing."

"What do you understand as war?" Annan looked at him.

"It's... blood, flames, screams, pain, death... these messy things intertwined together."

"Have you ever thought of another form of war?"

"Another... war?"

"Two countries, one is well-prepared for war, and all its people are soldiers. The other has a developed business and is empty inside. These two countries are mortal enemies. Who do you think will win?"

"It should be a country that can fight?"

"This is a war in the traditional sense. So, what if the country with developed business suddenly blocks the country that can fight, does not sell it food, and does not provide it with steel and resources?"

Francois wanted to say "If we fight, we will have everything", but Annan's assumption was obviously not the answer he wanted to hear.

"This..."

"Unless that country can conquer commercial countries with ease, they will be destroyed by this 'child's play' war." Annan said softly, "It does not launch an invasion or coerce with force, but the damage caused is several times that of a real war."

"So do you know why I don't like nobles?"

Francois was stunned: "Because they are the practitioners of this set of rules..."

"That's right. The continent of Allen is constantly at war, and ordinary people fall one after another like wheat fields in autumn, but the nobles are always high above... Because of the commercial war, their exploitation will not be seen by others, and the common people will not know that there is an invisible hand manipulating their lives. They will hate the gangsters who trample on the wheat fields, the tax collectors who collect more taxes, and the rude and barbaric mercenaries, but they will not hate the noble lords who "look easy to talk to."

Francois needs time to digest, and he changed the subject: "Are we going to hold a premiere?"

"No, it's better to have more screenings than to let the nobles occupy the toilet without doing anything. But you can send invitations to the nobles and rich people, they like this form that can show their uniqueness... Oh, right."

Annan thought of an interesting idea: "Send one to the Kingdom of Recaner as well."

...

Next to the Imperial Etiquette Department, the embassy where the Kingdom of Recaner stayed.

Monson Montreal sat in the living room and said to Cynthia and Arnock who came downstairs one after another: "That guy sent us an invitation."

They all knew who "that guy" referred to.

"What invitation? A banquet?"

"No, it's the premiere of the magic video."

Cynthia's eyes lit up instantly, while Arnock frowned: "Why would he show us goodwill? Maybe there is a conspiracy..."

"Arnock, you don't understand the nobles." Monson Montreal smiled proudly, "That guy is a little special, but no exception. We were invited by the Golden Family, how could he not be afraid?"

Monson Montreal picked up the invitation.

"I really look forward to the champion warlock showing an expression of reluctance but having to surrender..."