I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 134 The Opera House Where Nobles Don’t Come, Private Rooms or Halls

Seeing the excitement, Fraghletta couldn't help but whimpered, and wept with joy.

But when she saw the end, Fraghletta couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Seeing the most critical moment, looking forward to what will happen next, but it's gone?
What is written below will continue to be released tomorrow.

Fraghletta was very angry, almost manic.

"It's disgusting! One newspaper costs 10 kopecks, and two copies cost 20 kopecks? There are so many people buying newspapers, this is really good at making money."

"And that's all?"

"Woooo..."

Thinking of how hard she had worked to earn money, Fraghletta wanted to cry just after reading such a small amount of content.

At this moment, there was movement outside, and Fragletta looked up and then lowered his head and said:

"It's not time yet. If you want to see the opera, please come in an hour, or wait here for an hour."

"Why are there so few people here? Is the opera really good? We came here because we heard it was good."

Two people came in, and one of them asked her.

Fraghleta raised her head again, and she couldn't help but froze for a moment when she saw this face.

This is a boy...

But it's not like, the temperament on his body is so upright, he doesn't look like a petty citizen at first glance.

And the eyes of the people following him were also shining, as if they were guarding his safety, and Fragletta's eyes lit up.

Rich people!
She immediately changed her attitude and said politely:
"My place is the best in this area. No matter what kind of opera you want to see, there is a mobile troupe here today. It is very professional and its singing voice is not worse than that of Faranelli. Would you like to see it? Fifty kopecks will do."

"Fifty kopecks?"

Peter couldn't help being taken aback.

Why is this place so expensive?
You know that 100 kopecks is one ruble.

Peter said:
"Could it be that you want to cheat us because you saw us coming for the first time?"

"If it costs 50 kopecks to watch one game, you can buy a serf in eight out of ten games. You are really good at making money."

Hearing what the young man said, Fragletta was not in a hurry. She was no longer the immature girl she used to be. She has made a name for herself in this place, and she has seen many people of all kinds.

Fraghletta showed an apologetic smile and said:
"You don't know, although you are here for the first time, I can see that you are different from others at a glance. Others can only sit on the bench to watch, but you can watch in the front room. The view is very good. clear."

"and……"

Fraghletta lowered her voice and said:

"There are services in the room that can only be enjoyed by distinguished guests~"

Peter was moved by the shrewd and seductive words of the woman in front of him.

And is there a VIP room in this era?

But because consumers should have the right to know, Peter still asked in detail:
"What services are there?"

Fraghletta became more and more excited. If the transaction was made, it would be enough to buy 3 newspapers.

She lowered her chest, showing a charming look and said:
"Mobile theater troupe, you know, you can order which one you like after the performance, the room is your battlefield."

Peter froze for a moment, he really didn't know this.

He glanced at Mirkowski, who hesitated, then nodded.

Although he has never stayed in such a low-level place, he has also heard it from the nobles, but the nobles play more fancy.

With Fragletta's expectant expression on his face, Peter thought about it and said:

"In that case, I'll sit in the lobby."

"How much is the hall?"

puff--

Fraghletta almost vomited blood. Seeing the approving expression on her face, she thought she was about to pay, but ended up sitting in the lobby?

Fraghletta persuaded again:

"The room also has discounted beer and vodka, which are much better than the gin outside. Don't you really think about it?"

Peter shook his head:

"Don't think about it, just sit in the lobby, how much is it?"

Fraghletta had no choice but to say:

"One person in the hall is 10 kopecks, and the two of you are 20 kopecks in total. If you want to drink gin, the price will not be discounted."

Peter nodded and asked Mirkowski to pay, while he glanced at the hall.

Although it is a bit crude, it is still clean and there is no strange smell.

Peter just sat down in a corner, now that he was the emperor, he was free to come and go, and he could go back whenever he wanted.

For an hour, he could have fun.

By the way, feel the life of the petty bourgeoisie and see if they will talk about the literature serialized in the newspaper.

Before he came, he took a carriage and visited various new newspaper outlets, and saw that many citizens were satisfied with buying newspapers.

Considering the low standard of living of ordinary citizens, the price of the domestic edition is not high, and a newspaper can be bought for collection or shared reading with others. This price is quite reasonable.

As for the foreign version, it will definitely not be so cheap.

Peter then sent Mirkowski to fetch the wine.

"Your Majesty, my lord, we brought good wine, how can we drink wine from this kind of place?"

Milkowski is tactful and authentic.

Before Peter could speak, a drunk man lying on his stomach not far away suddenly murmured:

"This place...what's wrong with the wine in this place, the wine in this place is good!"

"Oh... Delicious gin, yes, yes, all the troubles of drinking are gone..."

Peter smiled.

Drunk?

He got Dalier and the other four nobles drunk and he didn't even get drunk.

Peter ignored the drunk and said to Mirkowski:

"Go ahead, just buy the gin here, I'll have a taste."

Why can't he drink the wine that the common people drink?

He also knows the history of gin, which was a spirit brewed by Dutch chemists from juniper berries in the mid-17th century.

It was popular in the Netherlands and England at first, and later spread to Russia, but it is still not as good as vodka.

But vodka is more expensive than gin.

There is a saying in England, beer for the rich, gin for the poor.

It means that poor people drink gin.

And the advertising slogan for gin is also-"It costs a penny to get drunk, and two pennies to get you drunk."

The price is low and the wine is full of strength.

Mirkowski brought it quickly, and then whispered vigilantly:

"My lord, there is something wrong with that drunk man. The clothes inside him are very expensive, with the family crest of a nobleman, but it is covered up, so I can't see which family it belongs to. This is not the person who should appear in this place."

Mirkowski was a little worried. The trip of their group was kept secret, and the Privy Council didn't even know the itinerary. Is this a coincidence or premeditated?

Peter glanced at it and nodded slightly.

Mirkowski went out quickly, and soon, some guards entered in disguise.

The guards all made it to the hall and guarded Peter.

Only then did Mirkowski relax a little.

And Peter didn't care very much, it was impossible for someone to assassinate him as soon as he went out.

Most likely it's a coincidence.

And the proprietress, Fragletta, was excited. It seemed that the master and servant had brought good luck, so many guests came here in a short while.

She immediately ran to the back to urge the mobile troupe to be more dedicated to the performance this time, and maybe there would be extra income.

　I have something to do in the past two days, and the matter with the neighbors is too big.

　　Tomorrow, it will normally be 16, and I will start to save manuscripts. It will be recommended for a week on the 1.5th. At that time, there will be at least [-] outbreaks every day.
　　


(End of this chapter)