Chapter 422 Honoring the Guests (Part 1)

After the performance, the auction that Franz had imagined did not happen.

Instead, the host began to introduce the dancers. At this point, even if Franz was slow, he understood the meaning of canaries, but shouldn't these ballet girls be called "little mice"?

"Little mice." Franz blurted out unconsciously.

Taffy whispered in Franz's ear.

"That's the French way of calling it, not elegant at all..."

Franz was speechless for a while, how could such a thing be associated with elegance.

But it's also true that Europe doesn't seem to be too taboo about this, but is quite open.

Franz didn't want to raise any canaries, but he couldn't look his friends in the face.

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 said, tapping his fingers a little embarrassedly.

"Let them eat..."

Some strange and disgusting images appeared in Franz's mind, which was reflected in his expression, with a look of contempt for Taffy.

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

"What are you laughing at?" Franz asked curiously.

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

"You mean Miss Harriet?"

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

Franz still remembered that last time Ajani fell several times, the other party could land steadily. At that time, Franz was still curious about where Taffy got this monster from, and the monster weighing more than 200 kilograms could actually turn in the air.

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

Edward Taffy ran out with his face covered.

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

"Want to buy one?" Richard Metternich asked.

"Not interested." Franz was indeed not very interested, but he felt a little emotional. He thought he had done a lot over the years, but it seemed that nothing had changed. Or it was not enough.

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

At this time, Akadov handed over a handheld telescope. Yes, it was a small telescope with a handle. It looked like a selfie stick. It was 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 all Austrian telescopes were like this, it was conceivable what the battle would be like.

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

"The four wearing red skirts are the principal dancers of the four major theaters now, the one wearing pink skirts is the first to appear on stage, and the one wearing white skirts is."

Akadov began to introduce enthusiastically, and Franz could only try not to yawn.

Even though the latter showed little interest, the former did not intend to give up.

So Akadov winked at his attendant, who naturally understood what the young master meant, and of course knew Franz's identity, so he took action immediately without saying anything.

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

Soon the attendant found Chio Rom, who seemed very embarrassed about the other party's request, and 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 in that case he would not only not get any benefits, but might even die because of it.

Fortunately, his master's name was enough, and he happened to have money on him.

"Sir, my master likes today's performance very much and wants to thank everyone one by one." Wells took out a written check from his arms and handed it to Chio Rom.

The latter's mouth twitched involuntarily. A servant dared to use a check. He felt insulted, but one should look at the owner before beating the dog. Chio Rom finally convinced himself and said with a sigh.

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

This was already very straightforward, Wells had to take back the check and took out a stack of banknotes and handed it over, then turned to the actors backstage and said.

"Ladies, please honor me."

Although Wells smiled, his heart was bleeding, because that stack of banknotes was his salary for five years.

His behavior caused dissatisfaction among the financiers who were waiting to select goods backstage, but Chio Rom did not prevent the situation from getting worse.

After all, he was a businessman and would never delay all future business because of a single business. And he also wanted to see the quality of the people in the box. After all, many big shots came today, and it should be very lively.

Wells's behavior was hated to a far greater extent than he imagined, but he didn't know it.

The dancers looked at each other in bewilderment, they had never encountered such a thing before, the best dancers from the four major troupes were all gathered here, and they were all booked out in one go.

Soon the girls were brought to Franz like merchandise. The dancers obviously didn't expect that the guests in front of them were actually children.

Especially the one sitting in the corner, who was obviously holding juice in his hand.

The dancers were straight and graceful, and they were indeed selected from the whole of Vienna. They were indeed "excellent".

But after learning about the dirty deal behind this incident, Franz could no longer see "beauty" in these girls.

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

And the only person in the whole room who was not qualified to accuse others was Franz himself, but he could control the joys and sorrows of others, even life and death.

In the dim box, the bean-sized light seemed to be unable to illuminate this small world anyway. But the dim light set off an indescribable atmosphere, and many people liked it because they could be capable and unscrupulous.

The box was very awkward at this time, because Franz was obviously not good at it. He had no intention of buying a canary, and no one dared to really steal the show.

Akadov was a frequent visitor to such places. Many dancers knew him and knew that he was the grandson of the most corrupt official in the Austrian Empire and the object of flattery by many bigwigs, so he could only bite the bullet and say.

"Ladies, it will be my grandfather's birthday in a few days. Our family is going to hold a grand ball, and my friends need excellent dance partners. Please come and show your kindness."