Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 187 The Clown Operation of the Drama Guild President

As the president of the Drama Guild, Sir Tuart naturally could not go to see plays casually, especially plays from the New Drama Guild.

No, what New Drama Guild?

Fake drama guild!
“How many of the critics we often work with have been invited?”

While choosing his dress, Sir Stuart asked his secretary that he should be fully prepared for the viewing.

It is a tradition in the theatre industry to invite well-known critics to premieres, but not all well-known critics will go just because they are invited.

An article published in a newspaper by a well-known critic may directly determine the life or death of a new play.

Therefore, although there are many conflicts between theater troupes and critics, theater practitioners still have to maintain good relations with them.

As the president of the Drama Guild, Sir Stuart's proudest achievement was the establishment of a stable interest relationship with the review industry.

This allows them to control public opinion about each new drama, which in turn affects their box office.

The audience is easily influenced by reviews. As long as someone points out a problem and the negative review seems to be well-reasoned, some viewers will think it makes sense and that it is indeed a bad drama.

Even if the audience cannot see those problems at all, it will not affect the viewing experience.

As for "Witness for the Prosecution", critics will have to study it carefully.

As long as you are serious enough when watching it, there is no play that is impeccable.

"They didn't invite critics?" the secretary replied.

"What? No invitation? Not a single one?" Sir Turtle asked in disbelief.

"No one was invited," the secretary replied again. "Not only those who worked with us, but all critics were not invited. Moreover, they issued a notice that all professional critics were not welcome."

"They've gone crazy. They've offended the critics and they don't want any public opinion at all? My poor teacher." Sir Turte sounded very worried.

In fact, I was laughing inside. I was actually a little worried that the teacher might create some work that would bring him back to the top and become a troublesome opponent.

As a result, before he could make a move, his opponent punched himself first.

"Don't worry, the sponsor of the New Drama Guild is the Drogo Group, and the promotion of "Witness for the Prosecution" is mainly carried out in social circles." said the secretary.

"And it seems that in order to deal with professional critics, the original drama evaluation section in the social circle was split off and separated into an independent section called the Online Film and Television Database, where the audience can rate and evaluate the works they have watched."

"Audience?" Sir Turte's voice suddenly rose in anxiety. If the right to evaluate was given to the audience, the status of critics would definitely decline.

Your status and income will also be affected.

In his opinion, this online film and television database is even more hateful than the New Drama Guild.

"What do the audience know about their opinions? It's just nonsense!" The Jazz punched the wardrobe in dissatisfaction.

I was impulsive and my hands hurt from hitting them, but I was too embarrassed to say it.

Pretending nothing had happened, he picked out a navy blue tuxedo from his closet, a formal dress of the highest etiquette standard.

However, compared with the aristocratic clothing in the past, it has been greatly simplified.

Pair it with off-white tights, mid-calf socks that reach halfway up the calf, and shiny little leather shoes.

This kind of outfit, which has the temperament of a young man with a lively spirit, is a common attire for aristocratic men in this era, and it is also quite serious and solemn.

If it were a few decades ago, this outfit would have to be worn with pantyhose and high heels.

Sir Thwart stood in front of the mirror, waiting for his servant to sort out the details of his dress.

At the same time, he asked, "What are the conditions for rating and evaluating that database?"

While changing clothes, he thought of a new way to deal with it.

If comments there were like those in a social circle, where there were no prerequisites and anyone could make comments, wouldn't it be easier to manipulate than publishing comments in newspapers?

Most people cannot write bad reviews in newspapers because they will be rejected by the editor.

On the Internet, you can just hire some people to curse whatever they want and easily ruin the reputation of a new drama.

Sir Turtle was no ordinary man, and he figured out the use of online trolls so quickly.

Unfortunately, Drogo was still one step ahead.

The secretary introduced: "If you want to rate in the database, you must have purchased tickets to watch the corresponding work. For example, when buying tickets for "Witness for the Prosecution", you can fill in your personal account, and then this account will be open to rating permissions."

When the Jazz heard this, he clenched his hand holding the pocket watch.

The Drogo Group was quite thoughtful and didn't give him any loopholes to exploit.

It doesn't make sense that you have to have watched the film in order to give a bad review.

Are people who haven’t seen it unworthy of judging the award?
Is it okay to feel disgusted after seeing the promotion of the work?

This is what people would do if they bought every ticket with real money just to give a bad review.

He had to go bankrupt before the Pseudo-Theatre Guild went bankrupt.

At this point, this is the only last resort.

“Contact some audience members who can watch the premiere, bribe them to boo at key points of the premiere.”

The most traditional and direct way of performing destruction.

Simple and effective.

The difference between live theatrical performances and magic shadows is that not only can the audience feel the actors' on-the-spot performance, the actors can also feel the audience's feedback.

Actors with poor psychological endurance can easily lose their temper when booed, and then make mistakes in their performance, which leads to even louder boos, creating a vicious cycle.

The actors in the pseudo-drama guild are all marginal actors who have left the stage for a long time. It is very likely that their mentality is the breakthrough point.

"By the way, remember not to reveal that we are from the Drama Guild." Sir Tuart warned.

On the surface, the entire drama circle still needs to "love each other" and jointly resist the market impact brought by the magic shadow.

"Don't worry." The secretary replied.

They are already very skilled in this business, and many small theater troupes have been destroyed and then swallowed up in this way.

Sir Stuart put his pocket watch into his vest pocket, put on a tall hat, and tied a complicated bow tie. He felt that the person in the mirror was elegant and noble.

From a row of canes, I picked out a plain black one without any gemstones.

If you are knowledgeable, you will recognize that the wood of this cane is quite valuable.

What is low-key luxury?

Sir Tuart has always maintained this image in the theater circle, and everyone knows that he is low-key.

It can also be considered an alternative kind of "low-key".

As the Sutton King's Theatre was too close, he took a detour and arrived at the theatre entrance.

Just to show off his new carriage.

The body of the carriage is not fancy and has no complicated patterns, but the horses pulling the carriage are quite unusual.

The shiny black fur seems to glow in the sun. Those who play with cars are not as stylish as those who play with horses.

Someone who knew him knew what he liked, so he came over and flattered him, "Oh, dear Sir Tourte, your horse is so beautiful. I'm afraid it's worth more than ten gold coins, right?"

In fact, the person speaking knows the price of the horse, but a professional flatterer should be proficient in the skills of pretending to be ignorant and give the best emotional value to the person being flattered.

"No, no, it's just an ordinary horse," Sir Turte said, his mouth almost stretched to his ears. "It only cost more than 200 gold coins, it's nothing."

The actual price was 205, and the seller rounded off the amount, but insisted that it was over .

"Praise the goddess, it's so valuable, I'm afraid I can't afford it even if I save up for a lifetime."

"Have confidence, work hard, and you will definitely make more money in the future." Sir Stuart pretended to encourage.

This sentence actually hides the subject.

The full version should be "If you work hard, I will definitely make more money in the future."

Every drop of hard work from the employees will help the president change to a better carriage.

The secretary came to join them and they entered the theater together. The invitation allowed them to bring one more person. The secretary was asked to come because he was needed to give orders and bribe people who liked to boo to make the most of the most critical moments.

This is a skillful and just-right booing that can incite a large number of passers-by.

"How about it, are you all ready?" asked Sir Turte.

"Everything is ready. There are 53 people in total, distributed in various areas." The secretary replied.

Jazz nodded in acknowledgement of a job well done.

They must be dispersed so that it doesn't appear as if they have colluded.

The secretary used the sound transmission magic to command the leader. As long as he gave the order, the leader would take the lead and the other fifty or so people would follow, which would inevitably disrupt the atmosphere on the scene.

It’s a pity that I didn’t get the leaked script, because then I could have spoiled the show backstage, which would have been the most effective.

For this kind of suspenseful script, once the mystery is revealed, the viewing experience is immediately lost for the most part.

And you can also blame the poor quality of the drama for letting the audience guess the ending, killing two birds with one stone.

It stands to reason that when a new drama premieres, there will be some leaks at least.

But this "Witness for the Prosecution" really did it. The secretary investigated for a long time but found nothing.

"Please follow me, both of you." After checking the two people's invitations, the staff member extended his hand to invite them.

Sir Tuart was very familiar with this system. The VIP boxes were led to by special personnel, so there was no need to find a seat on the dark first floor by himself.

However, the route the staff led was beyond the Jazz's expectations.

He was taken into the dark first floor.

"Are you in the wrong place?" the Jazz asked, suppressing his anger.

Ever since he rose to the middle level of the Drama Guild, he always watched plays in the box.

And they are the second tier after princes and nobles.

I haven't sat in a regular seat for at least twenty years.

"You are right, Mr. President. I am absolutely sure that this is the seat that our president specially reserved for you."

The staff member pointed to two seats in the corner, further back and to the left.

They are all considered cheap among ordinary seats.

Humiliation, pure humiliation.

What is your status?

How can I sit with these people who can’t even afford the expensive tickets?

I feel like I can smell a bad odor every time I breathe here, the odor of poverty.

Of course, people who can afford theater tickets are certainly not poor in this era, but in the eyes of the Jazz, anyone who is lower than him is the same.

He despised them, just as he despised himself when he had not yet made it.

Sir Thwart clutched his cane and turned to go.

He accepted the invitation to give face to this pseudo-drama guild and to his teacher.

"President," the secretary held the knight, "if we leave, what if they make up a rumor that the Drama Guild is ashamed of itself?
"Besides, we are prepared and we have to witness it on the spot."

After hearing what the secretary said, Sir Turtle barely suppressed his anger and sat down in his seat.

The moment I sat on it, I felt that my tights worth 20 silver coins were tarnished.

He decided that even if he had to buy tickets to give a bad review, he would still give it.

And they also contacted all the critics they had worked with and went all out to demote the play to zero value right after the premiere.

As for how to criticize it, he will personally take a close look at the comeback work of his most "respected" teacher.

Wait a moment, it's not time to start yet.

An actor would walk onto the stage first, and because the Sutton King's Theatre was so large, they had to use amplification magic to ensure that the sound could reach every audience member.

"Dear viewers, in order to ensure that your friends who have not yet watched this drama have the opportunity to enjoy it to the fullest, please do not spoil the plot of "Witness for the Prosecution" to anyone."

After saying this, the actor repeated it twice more.

Sir Stuart just found it funny. If you say no spoilers, then no spoilers, who would be so obedient.

I won’t spoil what his critics will criticize when the time comes.

It’s not like you can’t submit anonymous articles to a newspaper.

However, the staff member just now returned to them with a scroll in his hand.

"Hello, respected Mr. President, if it is convenient, please sign this contract promising not to reveal spoilers." The staff member unfolded the scroll and said.

Sir Stuart was stunned. What did that mean? Did he guess what he was going to do?

I was a little panicked, but I couldn't lose face.

"How could I spoil the plot? I am the president of the Drama Guild. I am very familiar with and willing to abide by the rules of the industry. I will not do anything that breaks the rules."

He said righteously.

"Then it's convenient for you. Please sign quickly. If you don't want to sign, you can also use your fingerprints."

As the staff member spoke, he took out a box of ink.

"You are questioning my character!" Sir Tuart decided to take a hard approach. What could a small theater employee do to him?

"It's inconvenient!" he choked.

"It's okay, we can help you."

"What do you mean by help me..."

Before Sir Turte could even ask his question, he saw an orc nearly 3 meters tall walking towards him. The floor was creaking under his feet, and he was worried that it would collapse if it wasn't the first floor.

"Which hand?" the orc asked, baring his teeth. "Do you want to press it yourself, or do you want me to press it for you?"

"I, I'll just sign it myself."

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Sir Tuart was scared. He vaguely felt that this invitation was not an opportunity for him to target the Pseudo Drama Guild, but that he had jumped into a trap.

He signed his name very reluctantly, took out his handkerchief and put it in front of his nose.

The handkerchief was sprayed with expensive perfume, which is a must-have item for socializing among the aristocracy.

Their body odor cannot be washed away by just taking a bath.

It is taken out now to cover up the smell of the orcs.

In addition to the stench, there is also a smell of blood.

After living in the city for so long, the barbaric smell of blood made him panic.

Now he began to doubt whether targeting the New Drama Guild was an unwise decision.

After all, Drogo Group is their sponsor.

However, I heard that the interests of the Drogo Group come first. Since they sponsor the new guild, proving that they need the benefits brought by drama, why can't I bring down the new guild, prove my own value, and replace it?

Going a step further, even the Demon Shadow is under his control.

He convinced himself.

I believe Drogo must be a dragon that believes in the law of the jungle.

At the same time, the lights went out and the show officially began.

(End of this chapter)