Author: Seven Years Period

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

Instead, the host began to introduce the dancers. At this time, no matter how slow Franz was, he understood the meaning of the canary. But shouldn't these ballerina girls be called "little mice"?

"Little mouse." Franz blurted out unconsciously.

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 be associated with elegance.

But thinking about it, Europe doesn't seem to be too taboo about this, but is quite open.

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

But he was still curious, what exactly would these people do?

Then Franz really asked.

"Edward, what do you use those canaries for?"

Edward Taffy clasped his fingers in embarrassment and said.

"Let them eat..."

Some strange and disgusting images appeared in Franz's mind, which was reflected in his expression, showing disdain for Taffy.

At this time, Richard Metternich couldn't help laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Franz asked curiously.

"Franz, do you remember the meat mountain from last time?" Richard Metternich reminded.

"You mean Miss Harriet?"

"Yes, that's Taffy's little canary."

Franz still remembered that the last time Adjani fell several times, the opponent could land smoothly. At that time, Franz was curious about where Taffy got this monster. A monster weighing more than 200 kilograms could actually fly in the air.

Turn.

Franz couldn't help complaining, "It's really perverted." Then he remembered that a warrior named Oyama Beida on an island country in the east once advocated.

Edward Taffy covered his face and ran out.

Edward Taffy is a weak and kind-hearted person. He is a good person, but he lacks the domineering and decisiveness that a leader should have.

"Want to buy one?" asked Richard Metternich.

"Not interested." Franz really wasn't very interested. He just felt a little emotional. He thought he had done a lot over the years, but nothing seemed to have changed. Or maybe it wasn't enough.

"How about asking them to bring people up to take a look? Franz, you are so far away, how can you see clearly without a telescope?"

At this time Akadov handed over a pair of hand-held telescope glasses. Yes, it was a small telescope with a handle added to it. It looked like a selfie stick. It is said that it looked more elegant.

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

Fortunately, the Austrian military does not have enough funds to purchase such flashy telescopes.

"The four in red skirts are the principal dancers of the four major theaters now, the one in pink skirt is making her first appearance on stage, and the one in white skirt is."

Akadov began to introduce eagerly, and Franz could only hold back and try not to breathe out.

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

As a result, Akadov winked at his attendant. The attendant naturally understood what the young master meant, and of course he also knew Franz's identity, so he immediately took action without saying a word.

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

Soon the attendant found Chio Rom. The latter seemed very embarrassed by the other party's request, but the former was not a fool and naturally understood what the other party wanted.

However, the attendant named Wells did not want to expose Franz's identity, because not only would he not get any benefits, he might even die.

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

"Sir, my master liked today's performance very much and would like to thank everyone." After speaking, Wells took out a written check from his arms and handed it to Chio Rom.

The corners of the latter's mouth couldn't help but twitch. A servant dared to use a check. He felt insulted. However, beating a dog depends on the owner. Chio Rom finally convinced himself and sighed.

"Sir, are you going to give me a check as a thank you gift?"

This was said so clearly that Wells had no choice but to take back the check and take out a stack of banknotes and hand it over, then turned to the actors backstage and said.

"Please ladies, please show your appreciation."

Although Wells was smiling, his heart was bleeding because the pile of banknotes was his five years' salary.

His behavior caused dissatisfaction among the funders who were waiting to select the goods in the background, but Chio Rom did not prevent the situation from deteriorating further.

After all, he is a businessman, and he will never delay all future business because of one business. Moreover, he also wants to see the quality of the people in that box. After all, there are many big shots here today, and it should be very lively.

Wells' behavior was hated by others far beyond his imagination, but he didn't know it.

The dancers looked at each other in shock. They had never encountered such a thing before. All the best dancers from the four major troupes were gathered here, and they were hired in one fell swoop.

The girls were soon delivered to Franz like commodities. The dancers obviously did not expect that the customers in front of them were actually children.

Especially the one sitting in the corner, what he is holding is obviously juice

The tall and straight posture and graceful posture are vividly reflected in these dancers. They are worthy of being selected from all over Vienna, and they can indeed be called "excellent".

However, after understanding the dirty deal behind this incident, it was really difficult for Franz to see the "beauty" in these girls.

However, in the 19th century, an era when poverty was "laughed at but not prostitution", what these girls did was understandable. To accuse them from the moral high ground seemed to make Franz even more incompetent.

Moreover, the only person in the entire private room who is not qualified to accuse others is Franz himself, but he can control other people's joys and sorrows, even life and death.

In the dim box, the light as big as a bean dot seemed unable to illuminate this small world anyway. But the dim light created an indescribable atmosphere, and many people liked it because they

You can be capable and unscrupulous.

The box was very awkward at this time, because Franz was obviously unscrupulous, he had no intention of buying a canary, and no one dared to really take over the place.

Akadov was a frequent visitor to places like this. Many dancers knew him and knew that he was the grandson of the most corrupt official in the Austrian Empire and the target of many big shots, so he could only bite the bullet and speak.

"Ladies, it's my grandpa's birthday in a few days. Our family is going to hold a grand dance, and my friends all need excellent dance partners. I would like to invite you ladies to honor me."
Chapter completed!