Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Baron Tanglar's escape was expected by Roland, so she found an opportunity in advance to secretly exchange a large stack of treasury notes and promissory notes in the baron's vault for counterfeit ones.

When Baron Tanglar ran halfway through the journey and found that the bank property that had been swept away by himself had actually been swept away by her people, he didn't know how he would feel.

But even so, Tanglar Bank also faced a huge deficit and had to apply for bankruptcy liquidation.

The largest debt Roland faced was 500 million francs owed to the Paris Asylum - a sum that was finally repaid on her behalf by the Count of Monte Cristo.

The count withheld the money before Tanglar "run away", which became the last straw that crushed Tanglar.

But when Tanglar Bank filed for bankruptcy and Roland came forward to preside over the debt repayment, the earl repaid it to the asylum on his behalf, which greatly relieved Roland's pressure.

The remaining debts were also paid off one by one after Roland slowly auctioned off the property.

After Mrs. Tanglar left, Roland sent a severance pay to every servant in the family and wrote letters of recommendation for them.

"Don't underestimate the signature on this letter of recommendation—"

Roland smiled and sent the servants away.

"Although the surname Tanglar suffered a lot of humiliation because of my father's leaving, now everyone in Paris knows that the Tanglar family has an honest and trustworthy daughter."

The servants were overjoyed. They thought they would never find work in Paris.

"My friends, I wish you good luck in the future."

Roland sent away all the servants, and then signed the agreement on the sale of the property.

The real estate agent looked at the lady in front of him sympathetically, knowing that once the mansion was sold, all the proceeds would be used to repay the last debt of Tanglar Bank, and no word would fall into Miss Tanglar's pocket. .

After signing, Roland let out a long sigh of relief.

She just felt refreshed—the cage that had imprisoned her and bound her was finally broken.

Mademoiselle Louise de Amelie was waiting for her in her room at this time - the former governess had carefully packed Roland's carry-on luggage in the trunk and removed Roland's kitten from the bedroom. Lift it out and let it squat on the trunk.

After Roland leaves the mansion, he will temporarily move to an apartment near the Grand Opera House, where many employees of the Royal Opera Troupe live.It is also very close to the central market, which is convenient for Roland to manage her business.

"Eugénie..."

Louise looked at her friend with emotion.

When she first came to Paris, she was shocked by the magnificence of this mansion.

Yet in just a year or two she has seen her friend lose all of that.

But Louise knew her friend's ambition very well, and knew that her thin body contained a will stronger than steel.

Losing the halo of "Miss Tanglar", there is one more free soul in the world.She got rid of the shackles of the financier's family, and since then she has been able to take root in the land of the French countryside, but she also has a place in the most elegant art temple in downtown Paris.

The young female pianist thought happily: Who else is stronger than Eugenie?

"We'll go straight to the opera in a moment."

Roland didn't even need to go to the residence to put her luggage and cats first, she just took them to the theater.

"I found the score and libretto of an opera, which I found by chance in a great library. It is said to be the work of a composer of genius."

"The composer suffered a disastrous premiere after completing this work, and the composer himself died of depression."

Speaking of this, Roland also felt very sorry.

She had read the script of this opera, and was deeply moved by the ups and downs of the plot and the burning emotions.

She didn't even understand—why did this opera fail in its premiere?

Is it because the protagonists of the play are not princesses and nobles, but gypsies, tobacco factory workers, peasant soldiers and matadors?

When he arrived at the Grand Theatre, Roland took the pre-written script out of the handbag and distributed it to the theater manager Hector, Madame Dupre, chief soprano Donna Bello, Porpora and others.

There is only one female name on the cover of this script - "Carmen".

While everyone was still reading the script, Roland first handed the score to the conductor.

The band conductor only looked at it for a while, and then his eyes straightened.

"This prelude, my God this prelude..."

After a quick glance at the music score, the conductor could already imagine what the roundabout overture in A major would look like when performed in a grand theater—bright, cheerful, tense... The contrasting melody is concentrated in the prelude , which indicates that this is an extraordinary story.

The conductor immediately called all the violinists and drummers, and several people got together and discussed for a while, and the other side has hurriedly started to try to play.

The singers have already read the script——

This is a story about Carmen, a female worker in a tobacco factory.

This female worker in a cigarette factory is by no means the "nice woman" that appeared on the stage of the Grand Theater. She smokes, drinks, perms her head...More Wife abandoned mother, went to jail for her, became a smuggler for her, sacrificed everything for her...

Carmen turned around and fell in love with another matador.Once she no longer loves Jose, no matter how much he pleads, she refuses to return to him.

Such a bold woman, a gypsy girl who would give her freedom or die, finally embraced her freedom and died under Jose's dagger.

Miss Donna, the chief soprano, stretched out her hands to the sky, and with tears in her eyes, she said loudly: "My merciful God, is this the script and the role that God bestowed on me, Donna?"

She immediately turned to Roland.

"Miss Dongjia, I want to act in this script, I want to act very, very much... the heroine must be me."

Donna pleaded excitedly, she thought it was meeting someone in her destiny.

Roland also felt that the script was tailor-made for Miss Donna.

The heroine's character is straightforward and pungent, even bohemian, which is just suitable for Miss Donna's voice, powerful and elegant, with strong allure.

What is even more exciting is the story in the script, those ups and downs of emotions, jealousy and hatred, the heroine's views on love and freedom - there is no reason to love or not, it is a kind of pure freedom, I love and I hate that no matter who you are, there is no reason to interfere.

After witnessing Donna's experience with his own eyes, Roland believed that Donna was almost the best choice to play this character.

After reading the script, Mrs. Dupre was also full of emotion.

But she asked: "You mean, Eugenie, that this play was premiered in Paris?"

Roland nodded: "That's true. It is said that the first performance caused a disastrous failure, and there has been no performance since then."

Mrs. Dupre shook her head: "I am familiar with every opera that has been performed in Paris. But I have no impression of it at all... Eugenie, where did you find this script?"

Roland: ...This is a bit strange.

"The author died young?"

Madame Dupre asked again.

Roland nodded: she did say so in the information she found in the big library.

"But this work is so mature and complete. The author must have been a child prodigy who studied music since he was a child, so he could write such a work in his prime."

"But why haven't I heard of such a person?"

Roland was also stunned.

This is indeed a bit strange-could it be that she obtained this script, just like the breeder chicken she obtained n3909 in the "Arrogance Plane", was her fan trying to send it from outside the plane?

Thinking of this, Roland knew in his mind that she must perform this opera in public and achieve great success, otherwise she would not be able to meet the expectations of audiences outside the plane.

This time, Roland knew that he couldn't "talk without practice" without Maomao's reminder.

She asked Mrs. Dupre: "Let's not talk about the author. You just look at this work. Is it worthy of public performance? Is it a good work?"

Mrs. Dupre did not hesitate: "Of course."

"I really can't believe it, Eugenie, you say its premiere failed?"

“In my opinion, it is entirely a handed down work and deserves to be the most frequently performed opera on the stage of the Grand Theater. 1”

"But……"

The troupe manager Hector raised questions from the side.

"This kind of opera, the audience... can accept it?"

Roland knew that Hector would look at this issue from the perspective of the market, not the artistry.

"Hector, keep talking."

"I mean, in conventional terms, it's different from every other opera that's ever been performed on this stage—really, the heroine is a tobacco factory girl, and that alone is enough to blow everyone's jaws off. "

"really."

Roland nodded.

"Secondly, the morality of the characters in the play...Donna, I'm really not talking about you, I'm saying that the characters in the play are challenging conventions. She can easily be understood as a loose woman, and her unscrupulousness is simply shocking. people are afraid..."

"And the final tragic fate of this main character..."

"Whether you mention the show's fiasco at its premiere or not, I think it's quite possible."

After thinking for a while, Roland simply called everyone in the troupe and said to them frankly:

"In the next period of time, I think the troupe may face the most important challenge since I took over."

Everyone was serious, gathered in front of Roland, and listened quietly.

"Or, we might have a crazy time."

"Because the troupe is going to rehearse an unprecedented opera, which may subvert all works that have been performed on this stage before."

Roland spoke solemnly, and the members of the troupe listened intently, many of them put their hands on their chests to temporarily suppress the excitement in their hearts.

"Therefore, I need you to show the energy of polishing diamonds and rehearse this opera with the greatest enthusiasm and patience."

"I need it to be perfect."

"The orchestra, please, rehearse the performance to the most proficient, and let the passionate and exciting Spanish dance music resound throughout the theater. I hope that even if the audience can't understand a word, they can comment on one sentence: wonderful, nice! "

"Dear singers, I need you to carefully ponder the hearts of the characters. I hope you will become one with the characters. What you sing comes from the sincerity of these characters."

"As for how the audience will think of this opera, you don't need to think about it for the time being. You just need to concentrate on rehearsing and polish the most perfect performance."

"I can tell you, everyone who participated in the performance, your enthusiasm will be understood by the world, and your name will be remembered by the world."

She turned to look at Hector. The theater manager seemed to want to say something, but didn't say anything.

"Leave the rest to me. This opera means a lot to me, and I assure you that it will never fail."

After finishing speaking, all members of the troupe saluted Roland.

The band took the sheet music and got ready for rehearsal.

Under the auspices of Mrs. Dupre, the singers began to arrange characters and prepare to practice singing separately.

Roland was finally able to sit aside and rest for a while——

Hector still approached Roland: "Miss Eugenie..."

Roland smiled: "Hector, I need you to help me prepare for this, although it is a bit complicated."

She whispered something to Hector.

Hector raised his eyebrows in surprise, thought for a while, and nodded quickly as if he understood something.

out of plane.

The fans let out a long sigh of relief.

"Ah, Lan Lan has finally started rehearsing "Carmen"!"

"It's not in vain that we 'bought' the producer through crowdfunding..."

"It's not 'buying', it's an official 'on-demand repertoire'. It's just that what we want to order is a large-scale opera. It's not easy to rehearse once, so everyone can only crowdfund."

"Ah, I wish I could see Bizet in person."

Georges Bizet, the genius French composer, was the author who died young.

"Don't think too much, in this era of the plane, Bizei...should have just been born."

"I wish the composer himself could witness the great popularity of "Carmen" in his lifetime!"

"It's not very hopeful, old man. After all, we're messing up the timeline of music history by doing this. We're rehearsing one of the greatest operas in history to the time when its author was just born...that's only a matter of time." When he grows up, can he still write this work?"

"Don't be serious, this is not real history, this is the plane of famous novels."

"I also specifically consulted with the producer, saying that the composer will not be affected in the plane—"

"If that's the case, it's fine—"

"But there is a problem here - the fiasco of the premiere of "Carmen" is a historical fact, which proves that audiences of that era have not yet been able to accept such avant-garde concepts and works."

"You said that Roland's troupe staged this opera more than 30 years earlier than Bicai. Can it be successful?"

"What does it matter if you succeed or not? The most important thing is that everyone outside the plane enjoys watching it."

"It makes sense—"

"No, no, no, I think you can succeed even in the plane. Friends, you must know that Roland is not an ordinary player. So far she has not accomplished anything, ok?"

"That's right! I also think that with Roland here, there must be no problem."

"..."

While the music fans outside the plane were excited about the upcoming performance of their beloved play, Roland, who stayed in the Grand Theater, received a message——

Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort is dead.

This news was almost like a thunderbolt to Roland.

She jumped up from her seat, ran out of the Grand Opera House, jumped into a cab and headed for the Saint-Honoré district.

The news was sent by the staff of the food store.They regularly send fresh fruits and vegetables to de Villefort's house, and they are very familiar with the servants in that house.If there is any trouble over there, Roland will receive the news soon-not to mention, it is such a big thing.

Roland couldn't help feeling grief and indignation in the rented carriage——

Valentine died thus?She was so young, so innocent and kind.

Her life has hardly started yet, and she hasn't even met a man who truly loves her...

Just two days ago, Roland received a note from Valentine, telling her that she planned to leave in these two days to accompany Grandpa Noirtier to the nursing home.

Why did he die suddenly?

When she came to the door of de Villefort's house, the porter refused to let her in to express her condolences.

"Danglar? I'm sorry, we haven't heard of your surname—"

Obviously, when she came to deliver wedding invitations before, the prosecutor's servants welcomed her as a guest of honor, and even said that the mistresses and wives of the two families are best friends—now this surname has become "I have never heard of it." up.

Roland was blocked at the door, and suddenly saw Mr. de Villefort with a gloomy face, and accompanied Dr. de Avrini out of the house.

"Doctor," Roland quickly ran forward without caring about anything else, "I'm Valentine's friend, I've seen you before!"

Mr. de Avrini stopped and immediately recognized the young girl who gave him the "red wine therapy" at the beginning, with embarrassment on her face.

"Valentine is so young, how could she suddenly..."

She was full of doubts, so she asked the prosecutor recklessly in front of the prosecutor.

For the two men in front of them, this question was like a thunderbolt.

The prosecutor's face became more and more gloomy.

The doctor stood there in embarrassment.

At last M. de Villefort turned and went away.

The doctor only said "sorry" to Roland, and left in a hurry.

"This is a haunted house—"

Roland heard the servants at the door whispering.

When she turned her head, she suddenly saw an Italian priest in a robe and a hood passing by.

Roland stomped his feet and followed immediately.