Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"When we separated, we made it very clear. Once separated, we will never have any ties to each other again."

"Now you want to use this despicable method to force me to submit?"

Miss Donna is indeed the head of the family, the chief soprano, her voice became shrill and thin when she was furious.Roland felt his ear drums popping.

"Because I like your singing!" The Marquis of Anjou also raised the volume.

——In the backstage of the opera house, the last thing you are afraid of is speaking loudly.The music in front of the stage and the singing of the actors covered everything.No one could have imagined that the "unwell" Miss Donna was "confronting love" with people in the lounge.

If you just like someone's singing, you will destroy her career and take her as your own-this concept is too morbid and terrifying!

Roland was listening, feeling the chill behind him.

"And... the Marchioness is barren."

The Marquis of Anjou added in a low voice.

"As long as you can give me a boy, he will be the heir to the title of Marquis."

"Your child, I will give him status and wealth. When he sets foot in this society, he already has everything that everyone envies."

"For an illegitimate child, this is the luckiest life he can hope for."

"You also knew he would be an illegitimate child!"

Miss Donna was absolutely furious.

"The love you give is just playful, and your sweet words are poison."

"All you want is a child-bearing tool—"

"Calm down, Donna."

"You know, I'm doing this to take on the responsibilities of my family. I have to."

"But I will give you all the treatment that a Marquise deserves, you will have a luxurious residence, there will be six servants serving in the big house, you will have endless pocket money... except for one thing, you can no longer stay in the troupe Here, the son of the Marquis cannot have a songstress mother."

Roland was almost speechless for Miss Donna.

The Marquis next door can be stamped "Scumbag, this scumbag".

After seeing the "cooperative" family of the Tanglar family, she directly realized the subtlety of the relationship between the sexes in this plane——

It seems to be more relaxed than the previous plane, and people seem to pay less attention to "chaste" and "loyalty";

Mrs. Tanglars can let her lover into the house, and Albert is also proud of the "love affairs" during his travels.

But women still have no status at all - aristocratic women try to make money by relying on men as a means to ensure their future;

Women without status are always in danger of becoming playthings and reproductive tools, even if they are capable, beautiful, have a legitimate job, and are sought after by thousands of people... the same is true.

Roland thought so, only to hear Miss Donna laughing wildly: "Hahahaha..."

"It turns out that I am such a person in your eyes."

"I wasted the past three years and really thought you had love for me... woo woo woo!" I cried frantically again.

Roland really couldn't listen anymore: Crying and laughing emotionally would ruin the voice. If Miss Donna continued like this, not only would her status as the chief soprano be lost, but this rare talent would also be ruined.

Of course, the premise of this prospect is that she can continue to stay in the troupe.

—and that the troupe is still alive.

"It's enough!"

The patience of the Marquis next door has finally run out.

"In that case, you just wait to see the whole troupe disband."

"The theater troupe that has worked with you for so many years, the mentor who guided you on the road to fame, the younger generation who admired your fame and followed you... the entire theater troupe, let them be buried with you for your madness!"

"you……"

This is what made Roland most curious: Why did the disbandment of the troupe also have something to do with the "dog-blood love story"?

But the "dog blood male lead" refused to explain any more, and slammed the door away, leaving Donna alone in the room, crying.

Just as Roland was hesitating whether to leave or stay, another person came to the lounge next door. Hearing the voice, it was the gentleman who had cleaned up the mess on the stage earlier.Donna called him "the manager."

"Manager, is what he said true? The troupe..."

"It can be said so." The manager of the opera troupe, who is broad and burly, has a very thick and penetrating voice.

"When the Grand Opera House was repaired last time, the troupe owed a lot of foreign debts, and you know that."

"Originally, there was a bank guarantee, and these debts can be renewed, and they can be renewed each time before they expire."

"We use the troupe's future profits as collateral, and banks usually won't refuse to guarantee us."

"But this time, the bank said no."

"Which banks?" Miss Donna asked hastily. "Have you tried all the banks in Paris?"

"Not only in Paris, but also in Brussels."

The manager replied with a wry smile.

"Did the Marquis defraud the banks?"

"...It can't be considered cheating either."

"The Marquis seems to have released rumors that your voice is no longer suitable for singing."

"That damned smelly man, that dog that grew up eating lies..."

Miss Donna swore angrily.

"But the state of your voice has indeed been affected since your relationship with the Marquis."

"You still have a huge following, but harsh music critics have pointed it out in the papers."

The theater manager was very honest in pointing this out.Miss Donna fell silent immediately.

"How much will it cost in total to service these foreign debts?"

"27 francs, seven thousand five hundred francs..."

Miss Donna became more silent.

"Originally, the shareholders of the troupe mentioned that they were willing to sell it for 20 francs, but now, the foreign debt even exceeds the value of the troupe..."

"No shareholder wants to keep the troupe going."

"They thought there was a risk."

"In other words, if there is no way to raise the 27 francs..."

"It is 27 francs," repeated the honest manager with difficulty, "and all debts are due by the fifth of next month."

There was a sound from next door, it should be Miss Donna slumped down on her seat.

"Manager, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for everyone..."

"But I really can't help it!"

"I don't want to bow to that man... Oh, how selfish I am, I only think of myself, I think I am independent, and I can still gain a foothold in Paris without that man..."

"You can't say that, Miss Donna, this is not your responsibility. The debt is not yours."

The manager sounded rational, but his tone was heavy.

"To be precise, this troupe would not be where it is today without you..."

Roland thought to himself: As the saying goes, Donna is successful, and Donna is defeated...

Then came Donna's low sobs from the next door.

"I really didn't mean to..."

"However, don't be discouraged. Everyone is trying to find a way...the fifth of next month, there are still a few days, isn't it?"

For a while, the manager asked Miss Donna to take a good rest, and left first.

Roland immediately thought of Miss Popola.

That poor girl, her eyes were red from crying, and she hurried to find herself in her costume—maybe she also wanted to plead for mercy through herself?Who made her a banker's daughter?

Baron Danglars should have also mercilessly refused to provide a debt guarantee for the opera troupe, thus indirectly becoming an accomplice of a certain Marquis, right?

"Oops!"

Roland suddenly realized that he had stayed in this lounge for too long, and the intermission—should have passed long ago.

God, she asked the Count of Monte Cristo to help cover it up.

She herself had slipped out for so long regardless.

Roland immediately wrapped the cashmere cloak around her tightly, and opened the door of the lounge.

When she was going out, she happened to meet Miss Donna who was seeing off the manager and standing at the door of her lounge.The two faced each other and looked at each other.

Donna was a smart girl, so she guessed right away that Roland was eavesdropping next door, not only overheard her conversation with the manager, but also the conversation between her and the Marquis of Anjou.

Taking a closer look, Donna immediately recognized Roland again—according to Miss Polpora, although Roland was a banker's daughter, she was the most potential and talented soprano in France.

Her beautiful eyes, red and swollen from crying, opened wide immediately, showing anger and jealousy mercilessly.

This female singer with true temperament is never afraid to show her emotions in front of anyone.

But Roland didn't wait for her to speak, and asked in the most stern tone at the beginning: "Do you really want to bear the rest of your life independently without being attached to any man?"

Donna was dumbfounded by her straight-forward question, and was stunned for a while, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"I think, I miss so much—"

"But... can I?"

Resolutions are easy to make, and vows are only words.

But in the face of the cold facts and the bleak prospects, even the première soprano who is proud of her talents will inevitably feel desolation and fear in her heart.

Not to mention that the beauty is easy to age and the complexion is easy to fade. Her excellent voice will lose its original brilliance due to the tempering of the years——

First of all, the troupe's debt of more than 27 francs...

The Marquis of Anjou was right, she was indeed the one who dragged down the entire troupe and dragged everyone to be buried with her.

In front of her was the première soprano who was obviously talented, self-respecting and proud, but under Roland's questioning, she seemed so guilty, remorseful, weak and helpless.

Her body was staggering, she was holding on to the door frame with one hand, her face was pale, and she almost fell to the ground.

Roland stretched out his hand and lifted her up directly—for a farmer, this was an easy task.

Seeing that Donna was standing still, Roland said indifferently, "The repayment day will be on the [-]th of next month—before then, I might be able to help you think of a way."

"You also have to remember what you have said and the resolution you have made."

Leaving the confused Miss Donna behind, Roland turned around, held up her skirt, and hurried back.

She needed to get back to Madame Tanglar's box as quickly as possible.

But it's possible she's already revealed—

The Count de Morcerve may be in a fit of rage;

Albert's heart was filled with contempt for her;

Mrs. Tanglar was embarrassed and helpless;

Debray might be secretly happy, right?

"Eugénie!"

In the background full of people coming and going, Miss Polpora saw Roland at a glance, walked up quickly, took her arm, and carried her out quickly.

"What are you doing here?" Popola asked anxiously and nervously.

"Let me figure out a way for you!"

"But seeing that I am going to encounter problems myself, I can't think of a way..."

Roland was ready and planned to carry it hard after returning to the box.

Her words gave Porpora great confidence.

"Eugénie, I believe in you!"

"Eugénie, you must have a way to save everyone..."

At the end of the corridor leading to the box in the backstage, a Nubian black figure appeared.

Roland: ...?

"Someone asked me to help find you."

Polpora slowed down.

"We will contact you later, thank you for your kindness, Eugenie!"

The Nubian black came to Roland and made a "please" gesture.

Roland understood: If it wasn't Heidi's arrangement, then the Earl must be helping her.

Sure enough, Heidi didn't go far, and Heidi appeared in the corridor.

This time she wasn't carrying a hookah, but even if the Greek beauty was waiting for someone, she didn't rest for a moment-she leaned sideways on the wall, but her white jade-like right foot was raised, covered with gem-studded pointed skin Slippers are dancing on her toes.

"Just in time, come with me!"

Heidi glanced like an old friend she hadn't seen for many years, and directly took Roland's arm.

"This scene is about to end. The adults said that they will send you back to the box during the intermission. Now the time is just right..."

Roland instantly thought of how the Count of Monte Cristo dealt with Mrs. Tanglar and the people in the box:

He must have sneaked out like Roland;

Then take advantage of the intermission to return to the box in a dignified manner;

He asked Mrs. Tanglars to forgive him, saying that Heidi wanted to see Roland, so he didn't bother everyone just now, and took Roland directly to Heidi's box;

He indicated that two girls of similar age wanted to be alone;

He promised to send the people back to the boxes at the next scene, and perhaps to introduce Heidi to them too;

As for Heidi, she probably still needed to act in the box, and she would turn her head to talk from time to time, as if a new friend like Roland was sitting in a corner beside her that was out of sight.

"By the way, I still need your help to tell the whole Paris society. I only understand modern Greek."

Heidi whispered something in Roland's ear in fluent French.

"This will save me a little trouble."

When Roland and Heidi arrived at the door of Mrs. Tanglar's box, the intermission had just begun.

The Count of Monte Cristo opened the door of the box, looked at Roland and sighed:

"Thank God, you are finally back, Miss Tanglar."

"Your Excellency Lingtang can't wait to find my shabby private room in person."

Two girls appeared at the door of the box arm in arm.Both of them have black eyes, black hair, beautiful appearance, and straight waists.

But one is a full set of impeccable French aristocratic girl costumes, and the other is wearing Greek costumes full of oriental style, with sparkling diamonds everywhere.

For a moment, the people in the private room felt dizzy, looking at this and then at that, they really didn't know who was more outstanding.

"Everyone, this is an orphan girl under my protection, a Greek, her name is 'Heidi'."

Heidi had already taken a step forward, her beautiful eyes flashed, and she immediately greeted everyone in the box.

She bowed abruptly, with her right hand folded in front of her chest, and saluted slowly—her behavior was completely oriental, perfectly matching her exotic attire, without any pretentiousness, but a bit of freedom.

This soul-stirring glamor shocked the entire box.

Albert and Debray stood up and saluted in a panic, while Count de Morcerf took advantage of the commotion to secretly look at the young beauty.

Maybe some people once had doubts about Roland's whereabouts just now, but now, people have long forgotten this idea.

Some people even cast grateful glances at Roland, thanking her for bringing such a rare beauty here.

But after a face-to-face meeting, the beauty left without saying a word, holding the arm of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Even though the people in the box had countless questions, they could only address Roland alone.

"How old is this beauty and what is her net worth?"

"Has the Count of Monte Cristo intended to introduce her into society?"

"Eugénie, have you become friends?"

"Is she... the count's mistress?"

Madam Tanglar whispered in Roland's ear.

Roland: ...

All she could do was remain impassive throughout, and at the beginning of the next act she raised her chin at the stage to indicate her refusal to answer questions.

When pressed, she said, "Heidi only speaks modern Greek, and I only speak French. You can make as much effort as you want. If you want to try, try it yourself."

Men: ...

"It seems that young men in Paris are about to start a wave of learning Greek."

Mrs. Tanglars commented triumphantly.

Roland returned to the Tanglar mansion on Mont Blanc Street, and told Luna the "broker cat" about her experience at the Grand Opera House.

Luna stroked the cat's whiskers in surprise, as if this episode was a bit familiar to her, but it wasn't quite the same.

When Roland mentioned the matter of the chief soprano Donna Bello, Luna suddenly stepped forward and hugged Roland's arm with her two soft paws.

The little cat said nervously: "Roland, did you promise that soprano that you would help save the Grand Theater?"

Roland shook his head: "I haven't."

"Really?" Luna couldn't believe it.

Roland immediately recalled her original words carefully, and said slowly: "I promised at the time that I would help to find a way. This is not a promise to help save the opera troupe."

Luna immediately released her pair of little paws, lay on the ground on her back, and said repeatedly: "It's broken, it's broken..."

"Lan Lan," the agent cat howled.

When the servant outside the door heard it, he thought that Miss Tanglar had encountered something troublesome outside, and went home to vent her anger.

"In the plane, it is most taboo to say or not to do it. Of course, you just have a good intention and said a few words to comfort others."

"But what you say and do, the audience outside the plane can see it. If you just talk but don't practice, let the audience feel disappointed, your favorability will soon drop!"

"It's a question of 'expectations' - you raise the audience's 'expectations' very high and then you fail to do so, and even if your overall performance is better than your opponent's, you end up with a low rating. ..."

"It's bad, it's bad, it's bad, Lan Lan, now you're on a thief ship and you can't get off. If the opera troupe really disbands, we'll be really busy in this plane!"

The kitten rubbed its hands in disappointment.

"Lan Lan, it's my fault, I should have warned you earlier!"

"How do you know I'm 'talking but not practicing fake moves'?"

Roland gave her manager a white look.

"But you are... a farmer."

Luna answered in a bewildered manner like a silly cat.

"But I also never sign blank checks, empty promises."

Roland straightened his waist, crossed his arms, and looked out of the French windows.

"At that time, I promised to find a way. I didn't want to make empty words to comfort, nor did I want to feel sorry for the woman and the troupe...but I was really thinking about whether to buy the opera troupe."

"Royal Opera, looks like a good investment."

Farmers never miss the judgment of asset potential.

"I still have a potential stock on hand, which is worth injecting into the opera troupe."

Mademoiselle Louise de Amelie's piano sounded next door, and the young pianist never gave up practicing for a day.

"Investment should be a rigorous and rational process."

"But at that moment backstage, for the first time in my life, I had the urge to buy the entire theater company."

"As a farming player, I seek stability all my life, but 'impulse' is an opportunity to help me know myself."

Roland truthfully explained her mental journey.

In fact, when Miss Porpora first mentioned the troupe's financial crisis to her, Roland had already had this idea in mind.

But it was only when she met Miss Donna Bello face to face that she really established this idea.

In this world, there should be some institutions controlled by women that can support talented women, women in deep trouble, women who want to be independent... Theater troupes are a good choice.

Luna raised her cat's head and asked Roland curiously:

"It should cost a lot of money to buy the entire opera troupe, right? Have you thought of any way to raise money?"

"Luna, you're on the right track!"

Roland stretched out his hands——

"No, there's nothing we can do about it."