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It was Roland who came.

There are two ladies behind her: one is a young and immature piano teacher; the other is wearing a cloak even indoors to completely cover her face.

Facing the vitriolic chief soprano, Roland approached with a smile and said hello, "Miss Donna, hello. I'm here to see what can be moved here to decorate my own music room."

Miss Donna was almost thrown over by anger, but she was helpless.

If the opera troupe is disbanded, all the musical instruments, props, costumes, equipment... will be auctioned off to pay off the debt.

As a banker's lady, Roland can naturally do whatever she wants after the opera troupe went bankrupt.

The troupe manager also persuaded with a sad face: "Let her watch, let her watch!"

"There is still the last half hour..."

In another half an hour, Roland will be able to "buy, buy, buy" to his heart's content.

"Porpora...that stupid girl, she trusts you so much."

"In the past few days, she has been expecting you to find a way to help the troupe."

Miss Donna looked at Roland and said while grinding her back molars.

"And the whole troupe...the whole troupe used to trust you so much!"

Roland still grinned and counterattacked, emphasizing the word "you".

"...I trust you, as the chief soprano, I can lead the entire troupe to an unprecedented height, leaving behind a masterpiece of art."

"But you...you enjoy the glory brought to you by great fame so much, you allow your vanity to blind your eyes, you forget the pursuit of the artistic path, you indulge in the impulse and passion of the moment, and you forget the personal dignity and morality bestowed on you by society. Conduct..."

——What a good singer, what kind of love are you talking about!

In Roland's view, the biggest hidden danger of the opera troupe is not the debt crisis at all, but the proud chief soprano who thinks she can do whatever she wants.

If this woman can't be subdued and she can put all her mind back on performing arts, then even if the troupe can pardon the debt, it's still useless.

The marquis is gone, and there will be earls, viscounts, and barons in the future...

Even if Donna is no longer fooled by men, there is no guarantee that other actors will not make the same mistakes.

"In my opinion, the whole troupe is a fool!"

"I actually trust you completely and bet all my treasures on you alone."

"But you have failed everyone's trust in you for a man."

Roland's words seemed to have slapped the chief soprano severely.

Donna blushed, half-opened her lips and wanted to fight back, but she couldn't say anything.

——It was indeed her, she was the culprit!

"Manager!" A crisp voice sounded, and then a large group of people walked in with small graceful steps.

They are either young dancers of the dance troupe or singers, and they are all wearing the most ordinary clothes at the moment, without any makeup.

"We have collected another eight thousand francs. Will you see which creditor you can pay first?"

It was Miss Porpora who spoke, and she was characterized by youth, drive, and vigor.

She flew into the backstage of the Grand Opera House like a dexterous skylark, turned her head slightly, saw Roland, and wanted to rush over in surprise.

"Eugénie, here you come!"

Donna immediately wanted to open her mouth to criticize and unmask Roland's hypocritical "friend".

But she suddenly woke up: it's already this time, how can I care about these things?

Donna quickly took off the gemstone ring on her finger, and took off the diamond necklace around her neck. She suddenly remembered that there was a diamond brooch in her hair, and she frantically looked for it. When she pulled it off, there was still a lock of hair on it... …

In the distance, Roland and her two companions watched indifferently - Roland even had a teasing smile on his lips.

"Why did you go early?"

she seemed to be saying.

Donna: ...

She quickly handed these "properties" to the troupe manager: "Hector, please accept my heart."

The troupe manager could only shake his head in embarrassment, looking at the pairs of expectant eyes in front of him.

Not to mention it's too late to go to the pawn shop now, even if it's too late, the money won't help.

It's the same sentence again - if no one can guarantee all the debts of the troupe, the troupe must be dissolved.

"it's all my fault."

When Miss Donna saw the situation in front of her, she felt sad for a moment.

Obviously, the Royal Opera Troupe and her both had a bright future, but because she accidentally made a mistake on a business trip and entrusted her with a wrong person, they were ruined in one fell swoop.

"Donna," said a muddy male voice.

The middle-aged man came from the narrow backstage familiarly, "It's still too late for you to change your mind."

The man had a dull complexion and a high hairline.His cheekbones are prominent, and his cheeks are sunken accordingly, showing his two faces at the same time, whether he is mean or calculating.

The men and women of the opera troupe were a little sensational.

"Master Marquis of Anjou..."

People greeted him hesitantly, and they really didn't know whether it was better to beg for mercy at this time, or to open their mouths and beat this nasty guy out and scold him.

"Donna," the Marquis of Anjou put on a gentle expression, "come with me!"

"Look, I brought the bank clerk here, and the guarantee has been signed. As long as you nod your head, give up the stage of the opera house, and be my secret mistress honestly, the troupe will survive."

"This bank guarantee is worth a few hundred francs."

"As long as you agree, your friends don't have to borrow money to repay the debt. The ring and necklace I gave you can be worn safely and securely for the rest of your life..."

The background was suddenly quiet.

Dare to miss Donna's jewelry was given by the Marquis.

Roland thought to himself: Ms. Donna probably doesn't want to touch these jewelry again in her whole life.

For a time, all the burden was placed on the principal soprano.

But this young lady has no personality that can be manipulated by others. The chief soprano became weak for a while, her eyes widened and she shouted: "Marquis, what does the private matter between you and me have to do with the troupe?"

"I knew you would say that."

"But you have to know that the rules of this world are made by people like me, not by people like you..."

He stretched out his finger, drew a half circle, and drew Roland in with him.

His meaning is also very obvious: he represents wealth, power, and men; what he faces, men who have no power, no property, no power, and all women... They are excluded from the rule-makers of.

Roland immediately pouted.

She couldn't hold back anymore.

But she still wanted to wait and take another look——

Is this opera troupe worth her investment?

In front of the lounge, Donna lowered her head, hesitating.

All eyes are now on her;

It was as if the reflectors hanging high above the stage had turned their directions, and the spotlights cast all the light on the face of the principal soprano.

Eyes from all directions saw Donna's entanglement and pain at the same time.

Donna raised her head excitedly. She seemed to want to reprimand the Marquis again, but she held back her words.

She actually showed a little bit of resignation.

"No, Donna!"

It was not the chief soprano who spoke, but the manager of the troupe who had been silent.

"You don't have to."

"You don't owe us anything."

"Nothing in this world should change your own mind."

"manager……"

Donna looked up, as if she was about to cry again.

"Yeah, Donna,"

Not only the troupe manager, but also the troupe members who came with Porpora to give money also spoke up.

"We have nothing."

"It's about finding another job."

"Our troupe has been disbanded. This grand theater cannot be empty. Rich and powerful men will still go to the theater to watch plays."

"Don't worry about us, but Donna, you have to take care of yourself..."

"But, but..."

The chief soprano suddenly burst into tears, and no one who has seen her cry will never forget this scene——

What a helpless and regrettable end this is.

The theater troupe that has inherited the tradition for many years and cooperated seamlessly has finally come to an end today.

But the people who made it all happen are standing in front of them as "rule makers".

So they have to go.

Even those who are forced to accept the rules still have at least the right to vote with their feet and walk away.

"Donna, you keep these. You'll need them—"

The theater manager gave her back all the rings, necklaces, and hairpins that the prima donna had taken off.

"Donna, your future, your love...your own life should be decided by yourself."

"Yes, Donna, you were born to be on the stage, and you were supposed to sing—"

"Don't give in to that bastard, why should he..."

"My friends……"

The soprano, who had always been arrogant, couldn't bear it anymore.

She knelt down slowly, put her hands on the ground, lowered her body and bowed forward, keeping her forehead on the ground.

The troupe manager panicked first, and hurried to help.

The whole troupe panicked, and everyone stepped forward to surround their chief soprano.

The Marquis of Anjou immediately lowered the corner of his mouth and made a gesture of "I don't know what to do".

Roland was leisurely watching the play, but now he jumped up and said, "It's noon."

In the distance the clock of the town hall was striking noon.

The once glorious opera troupe has finally ushered in the moment of its end of life.

"Invite all the creditors outside, I can give them peace of mind here." Roland said nonchalantly, and took out a small jewelry box from the small handbag he carried with him. The jewelry box was opened, and it was full of There was a thick wad of ten thousand livres, French treasury bills payable on demand, a handful of banknotes, and a few gold crowns.

When Miss Popola saw it, she asked happily: "Eugénie, it really is you, are you here to help us?"

The people in the troupe were all dumbfounded and stood still. On the contrary, Miss de Amely who was following Roland and the man in gray in the cloak glanced at each other, turned around at the same time, and went out to ask the creditor to come in.

"Please don't worry, don't chase after me, I will definitely treat them equally." Roland did not forget to remind them behind them.

The Marquis frowned upon hearing this.

"I didn't expect, miss, that someone would compete with me to vouch for this troupe."

Roland smiled: "I'm not providing a guarantee. I'm letting them in so that I can directly pay off the troupe's debts."

Porpora screamed, then wept with joy.

"Eugénie, I knew it, I knew you... you won't let us all down!"

The people in the troupe were all dazed, wondering where the pie fell from the sky and hit them.

The Marquis of Anjou frowned——

From the beginning to the end, he only thought of providing a guarantee for the troupe, and he never thought of repaying the debt.

But now, out of nowhere, someone who has taken advantage of him is willing to pay off all the opera company's debts--this has given him a surprise blow.

It seems that his goal today is absolutely impossible to achieve.

"Miss, may I have your last name?"

The Marquis looked Roland up and down with his wretched eyes.

It seems that he will keep those who oppose him firmly in mind, and deal with them slowly later.

"My name is Montley."

Roland raised his face and answered with a bright smile.

She used this false name both when she registered with the "foodstuffs store" and with the stockbroker.

Among the troupe members, the only one who knew Roland's real surname was Miss Porpora.

But the young apprentices of the opera troupe naively thought that having a "stage name" was not such a bad thing.And isn't "Monley" the place where they studied together?

"Monley?"

The Marquis was stunned. Although he thought about it quickly in his mind, the Marquis still couldn't think of a rich man with such a surname, and could easily pay a huge sum of 27 francs.

The creditors soon filed into the background.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that all debts would be repaid today.

Some people also quietly asked if it is possible not to repay the loan for the time being, and they are willing to defer the debt of the theater troupe, so that they can continue to earn interest in the future.

But that's not the case now.

Roland set up a table in front of the troupe's manager's office. She sat at the table by herself, accepted the IOU from the creditor, and checked the troupe's own accounts. After the two were in agreement, she made the payment on the spot.

The No.1 creditor who got the repayment ran out of the theater under the eyes of his companions, and ran back after a while, kissing a stack of banknotes while running, and said loudly: "It's true, it's true." real……"

Roland couldn't hold it back, and let out a "chi" laugh.

She understood what the other party meant. The creditor was not dreaming, but was saying that the two treasury bills she paid were real, and they would be converted into cash immediately at the bank.

Now the creditors feel more at ease, and the theater manager's office is filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

The relationship between Miss Donna and the Marquis is still tense.

The Marquis of Anjou glanced coldly at the busy people, knowing that he really had no chance of winning today, so he snorted sullenly, glared at Miss Donna, and walked away.

The principal soprano had sustained herself until this moment, tears welling up in her eyes. At this moment, she sat limply on the ground and was supported by her companions.But she struggled and said, "Don't help me, I can do it—"

"Manager, since the troupe is not disbanded, then tonight we—"

Donna asked the question everyone wanted to ask.

Since we don't disband, we can perform tonight.

Donna can also take this opportunity to prove to the whole of Paris: she can sing, and she is still the most popular pillar.

"We'll discuss these matters later," Roland said, nodding the pen in his hand at Donna, who was still busy signing, paying, and canceling the IOU.

"Don't think..."

Donna had always disliked Roland, and was jealous of her being young, beautiful and rich, especially after hearing Polpora brag about Roland's singing talent.

In spite of all the hardships and hopeless twists and turns, Miss Donna's temper remained the same.

It's just that she just witnessed Roland bailing out the troupe with real money, so Donna finally reined in and stopped herself.

"Whether there will be a performance tonight, I have the final say—"

While Roland buried himself in paying the debt, he gave orders unceremoniously.

"Why?"

It's really not that Donna complained, but that she was really confused and asked this question sincerely.

Roland's subordinates kept going, canceled the last IOU, returned the 57 denomination treasury bills to the original creditor, and at the same time demanded that the other party return [-] francs in return.

"Why?"

She looks up occasionally.

"Only because I just bought the theater company from some partners."

She pointed with a slightly arrogant expression: "You, you, and you..."

"And you, you, you..."

"By the way, I almost forgot about the manager—"

"Listen to me, all of you, I am the absolute master of this troupe now."

"You all have to listen to me from today on."

As soon as the owner's declaration was uttered, everyone showed a look of panic.

But the truth is true, Roland not only bought the ownership of the troupe, but also paid off all the debts of the troupe.Except for Roland, no one else can exert influence on the troupe.

Don't you have to listen to this little girl?

Everyone thinks so--

Even if she doesn't let this troupe continue to be called "Royal Opera Troupe" in the future, but insists on changing its name to "Monllie Troupe"...it's up to her to change it!

So from the theater manager down, everyone bowed their heads to Roland: "Miss Monterrey!"

Donna also looked hopeless: "Mon...Leary..."

"Just call me Eugenie!" Roland ordered.

She is also afraid that there are too many "vests" and she will sometimes be unable to react.

"As for the future of the troupe, I have my own arrangements."

"But I'm telling you guys, the days are gone, folks in the troupe, where you can do whatever you want, like before."

"What I ask of you is absolute obedience to me!"

Roland said this like a seasoned businessman and a calm commander.

"Of course, I am the one who most hopes that the troupe will have a bright future and flourish. After all, the troupe's income, apart from paying everyone's salaries, all profits will fall into my pocket!"

She showed the members of the troupe that everyone is a community of interests on the same boat-this dispels the doubts of many troupe members.

But they still have some worries—the new owner is such a young girl, does she... understand opera?Under the monopoly of power, can she manage this prestigious opera troupe well?

"Of course, some of you may be wondering whether I have the ability to run this opera troupe well."

Roland spoke out the aspirations of many people in one breath.

"So now I will introduce to you the helper I specially invited—"

She turned around and invited out the one who had been quietly waiting behind her, wrapped in a gray cloak and wearing a hood.

Before Roland could introduce her, Miss Popola called out first: "Teacher—Mrs. Dupre!"

Porpora has already rushed up regardless.The young singer hugged his teacher passionately.

"Madame Dupre?"

"Oh, it's really Madame Dupre!"

There was a stir in the troupe.

Everyone has heard the name of Madame Dupre, the soprano who had enjoyed a great reputation before Miss Donna.

"Madame Dupre," said many people who had worked with the former soprano before, and hurried forward to catch up with her.

"It's really great that you're here!"

Miss Bello sitting behind: ... Dupre?

Really... Madame Dupre?

Just now, she was very pleased with the resolution of the immediate crisis, but now, the chief soprano looked dazed, full of uncertain premonitions about the future.