Chapter Thirty-Six: Sir Whitebud

Led by an attendant, Qiao Xiu walked through a corridor filled with oil paintings on both sides.

The themes of the oil paintings are all depicting the scenes of war, with intertwined swords and blood dripping, and bones and corpses are the most common decorations on oil paintings.

These oil paintings made Qiao Xiu feel that he was in a war memorial, not a theater where the performance was performed.

The corridor was not long and soon came to the end. The attendant stopped at the door and turned sideways as a gesture of invitation.

If this door is behind the theater manager's office, if anyone comes to visit, he, as an attendant, should knock on the door first to remind him, but this attendant did not do so.

Because of the noise coming from the room, even if he knocked on the door, the people in the room probably wouldn't hear it.

"I will not sell you the theater no matter how much you ask!! You despicable businessmen! Get out of me!"

"Sir Baijinghua, your repertoire is outdated, and no troupe is willing to perform at your place, so why not make a fortune and retire?!"

"Classics will never go out of date! Even if there is one last audience, this theater will continue to open. If you don't leave, I will use coercive means!"

The roar from inside the door made the attendant's face look a little ugly. Not long after, two men in black costumes came out of the room. They just glanced at Joshua and Hellan behind him. After meeting with Ciri, he chose to leave angrily.

At this time, Qiao Xiu also formally tidied up his clothes, because he was about to have a business meeting, and the person he was negotiating with seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Please wait for me here." Joshua left this instruction to Ciri and Hellan behind him, then pushed open the door and walked into it.

"Malorne, I said never mind... wait... who are you?"

There was only one person in the room. He was sitting behind the wooden office desk in the center. He was slightly chubby and was wearing a heavy… costume. This color has a layer of ruddy color.

It seems that this sissy fat man is the owner of this theater, Sir Whitebud.

"A collaborator who can save your theater."

After thinking about it for a while, Qiao Xiu chose to define himself as a collaborator. After all, Qiao Xiu didn't have any theater troupe. All he had was a crew, a behind-the-scenes crew composed of demons and undead.

"Collaborator? Did you hear my scolding just now? You businessmen don't want to take an inch of land in this theater from me!"

He still seemed agitated and impatient. He rang the bell on the desk, and two tall... casters walked out from another door in his office.

Ser Whitebud, in a rage, was ready to drive away.

This is completely overwhelmed by anger and lost his mind. It is impossible for Joshua to calm him down and negotiate, so Joshua can only take out the badge given by Mr. Bones.

The badge with an unknown pattern was held by Joshua in his hand. Sir Whitebud's eyesight was very good, and he quickly saw the badge on Joshua's hand. His behavior was the same as that of the attendant just now, angrily His expression froze for an instant, replaced by a feeling of panic, but he quickly calmed down.

The two casters who were just called in by Sir Baijinghua were about to throw Joshua out, but they were stopped by him in an instant.

"What are you doing! He's a guest! Go get someone to make a pot of black tea!"

"..."

The skeleton man's face is really not ordinary.

Joshua watched the two casters rush to another room, replaced by a female attendant who hurried out pushing a dining cart filled with teapots and cups.

And Qiao Xiu also sat directly in front of Sir Baibuhua's table very bluntly.

The Skeleton Lord gave Joshua not only face, but also the life of this Sir Whitebud. When Joshua approached this fat Sir, he found that the mark on Joshua's left hand showed a reaction.

He has the remnants of Skeleton's magic within him...but Sir Whitebud doesn't look like an undead creature.

"You...are you sent by any adult?"

When the female attendant who was making tea handed Joshua a cup of black tea, and then left the office, Sir Bai Jinghua asked in an anxious tone.

"No, I'm his friend."

Although Joshua called Lord Skeletal Lord Jazz and Lord Skeleton called him Your Highness, Qiao Xiu and Skeleton Lord had equal status. After Skeleton Lord became a fan of the movie "Beauty and the Devil", Qiao Xiu The relationship with the Lich Lord became more like a friend.

"Friend... friend..."

He seemed to realize how terrifying Qiao Xiu's identity was. He stood up and wanted to salute Qiao Xiu, but was stopped by Qiao Xiu.

"I said that this time I came here as a collaborator. Sir Baibuhua doesn't need to be too restrained."

"Collaborator, my lord...Please raise your hand, this theater was once brilliant in Nolan, you must have heard of the two plays "The Girl of Sin Ogle" and "The Great Revolution", both produced by I came to write the script and play it in this theater."

He said to Qiao Xiu in a pleading tone, it seemed that he really regarded Qiao Xiu as a businessman who came to buy his theater.

"Sir Baijinghua, what you are talking about is 'once' a glorious moment, right?"

Qiao Xiu specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word Zeng. At the same time, Qiao Xiu glanced at a painting hanging on the wall behind Sir Baibuhua. It was an oil painting of a girl in armor holding a flag. The overall composition was a bit like France. "Liberty Leading the People" by Eugene.

"It's the same now," Ser Whitebuds tried to defend.

"It's the same now? The empty hall is the most glorious moment of this theater? Is my understanding of the word brilliant different from yours, sir?"

Before this kind of excuse full of loopholes, Qiao Xiu had countless ways to make him speechless.

"Relax, sir, I'm not here to buy your theater, I'm here to save your theater."

Joshua watched the knight's neck turn red and his pale cheeks blushed with blood. He was afraid that he would suddenly suffer from a heart attack and die suddenly, so he directly confessed his reason for coming.

"Save?" Sir Baijinghua stopped his defense and waited for Joshua's next words.

"That's right, I have a show that will take your theater back to its glory days, if not far beyond that."

Qiao Xiu has absolute confidence in "Beauty and the Devil". A movie that can touch people is definitely a good movie. This movie can make a skeleton man lose a few drops of soul fire. Infect.

"Performing? I'm sorry, my lord... I don't know that you are the manager of the troupe, so what's the name of your troupe?"

Joshua's answer made Sir Baijinghua very happy. He originally had two troupes under his command, but they were all poached by the damn Nolan National Theatre, so he has been preparing to recruit people to build another, but if Joshua is a As for the manager of the troupe, Sir Bai Jinghua would not mind letting Qiao Xiu's troupe try it.

"I'm not the manager of the troupe, and I don't have a troupe." Qiao Xiu shook his head and said that he was not in this business.

"Then..." Sir Bai Jinghua fell into confusion.

"My show is here."

Joshua tapped his suitcase with his fingers and said.

"A... performance that is enough to kick off an era."