Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 218 Aisha's Family is a Treasure 2.0
Most of the time, Elsa is woken up by her cat in the morning.

This kitten, which she picked up by accident on the way home from get off work, would lie on her chest at 8 o'clock every day, waiting for her to wake up.

The only problem was, the kitten was orange.

A few months ago, she was happy to see a kitten's face that almost smelled of milk when she opened her eyes.

But now, the love from the cat feels a little heavy.

With 14 kilograms of love pressing on your chest, there is a risk of suffocation.

So much so that she could only close the door and sleep.

However, the door can keep out the cat but not the mother. What’s worse is that the mother comes earlier.

"What time is it? Why haven't you gotten up yet?" The mother pushed open the door, her steps making a rustling sound. She lifted the quilt, drew the curtains, and opened the window in one go. "It's already 7 o'clock. Whose child sleeps until 7 o'clock every day?"

Elsa said nothing, rubbed her slightly swollen eyes, and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed.

6:32.

This is a very motherly concept of time. When half an hour has passed, it means it is already the next hour.

Elsa struggled to get up, like a zombie on a train to the Holy Mountain.

Recently she has been addicted to playing games every day and goes to bed at one or two in the morning.

You can't blame her, Drogo's new game called "Metal Gundam" is really addictive.

This kind of gameplay, where the character you control grows little by little and becomes a hero in a fictional world, is something I have never experienced before.

What is it called? I think it’s called role-playing.

She has now reached the part where Red Wolf appears.

The mechanical weapons called tanks in there look pretty cool too.

She has never been very interested in the various dolls sold by female players in Drogo's Toy Store, but she really wants a tank toy.

Mom’s little trick wasn’t over yet, she reached out and closed the temperature control array in the room.

"Didn't I tell you not to sleep with the temperature set so low? It's bad for your health. If you get sick now, you'll regret it when you're my age."

"Are you reading some weird posts on the forum again?" Aisha asked weakly.

As a member of the middle to high-income group in Twin Towers City, the house Elsa bought is equipped with a temperature control array.

As the saying goes, if you buy something and don’t use it, it’s the same as not buying it.

In the south where temperatures are high all year round, Elsa is used to turning the temperature to 20 degrees, then sleeping with a blanket and a doll.

"What a weird post. I think what people say makes sense."

"Ugh--"

Elsa sighed, not knowing what to say.

She originally bought a mobile phone for her mother because she was afraid that she would be bored being alone, but now she is keen on reading various health forums. Not only does she read them, she also likes to forward them to her.

Today I saw that I should eat small meals frequently, and I believed it. Tomorrow I saw that I should eat two meals a day, and I believed it too.

I also like to watch health programs on MoShi and buy various health products recommended by experts.

As one of the earliest employees of Drogo Group, Elsa's entire family was harvested by Drogo.

She simply washed up and went to have breakfast. The important benefit of her mother coming was that she had breakfast.

At the dinner table, Dad was also browsing his phone. What he liked to watch was different from what Mom liked to watch. He was watching national affairs and various conspiracy theories.

For example, "Top secret! This world is being controlled by a hidden organization. The celebrities you know are actually members of this organization..."

I also like to speak to people with confidence.

For this reason, brother Yuno has been living in the laboratory these days and only appears when the whole family goes out for group activities.

There's no way around it. The pressure to get married that he endures is several times greater than Elsa's. Moreover, Yuno's sleep schedule depends entirely on his mood. He is definitely a thorn in his mother's side.

"I'm going to work!"

Elsa took a quick bite and went out.

These days, she has been much more enthusiastic about going to work than before.

When I walked to the door, I found the cat sleeping soundly in its bed.

Suddenly, anger rose in my heart.

She can't even sleep in, so why should the cat?

If the cat doesn't keep you awake during the day, it will keep you awake at night.

Elsa reached out and picked up the cat, put it in a sitting position, and said, "Don't sleep! Get up and go back to sleep!"

Then, under the mamao's dazed and confused gaze, he opened the door and walked away.

Ride your favorite bicycle.

There is a small park near my home, and I pass by it on my way to work every day.

Since the player came into the market, there has been a paid singing booth in the park.

Customers can order songs, and the stall owner will play the corresponding accompaniment with a player and also provide recording services.

It was also here that Aisha realized how destructive most people's singing was to their ears.

She saw her mother here two days ago, but because she was busy at the time, she didn't hear what she sang.

Now that I think about it, I guess I recorded the demo for the show here.

Elsa broke out in a cold sweat instantly. Ever since the bet about advancing in the show and the blind date was made, her mother never mentioned this matter again.

She thought her mother knew her own limitations and chose to give up.

Did they really record a demo?
Impossible, Elsa believed that with Drogo's eagerness to please others, he would definitely tease her after learning that someone named Stone had signed up.

Ride all the way to the group headquarters.

"Good morning, Sister Aisha."

"Sister Aisha, are you here so early today?"

"It's okay, it's okay, work makes me happy." Elsa talked nonsense.

Sit down at your workstation and check your work emails.

New feature added to social circles: virtual email.

It doesn't seem as convenient as the chat spell, but all emails can be archived, making it easy to find and determine responsibility.

Therefore, all formal work content in the group must be confirmed by email.

Also, when writing emails, I always feel it will be more formal, so I will consider the wording and won’t be as casual as in chat software.

It reduces communication efficiency, but effectively reduces the error rate.

“Report on the progress of research and development of internal combustion engine vehicles.”

Ever since Drogo learned that someone was researching the production of vehicles powered by internal combustion engines, he immediately invested in that research and development team.

Drogo said with certainty that this would be the most mainstream mode of transportation in the future.

However, judging from the progress, it is not very optimistic. Now the engine can smoke three times in one kilometer of driving.

Elsa suspected that Drogo was just looking for something to consume the oil mines dug out outside the Twin Towers.

As for becoming a mainstream mode of transportation.

Never mind, Drogo is the boss, whatever he says is right.

Believe first, then trust.

“A preliminary draft of the design of a transformable toy based on vehicles and ships.”

It was an email from Arkwright's Toy Store.

What’s even more difficult to understand about Elsa is that they’ve already started designing the corresponding toys before the vehicle has even been seen.

She took a quick look at the design. "Wow."

I can't help but sigh at how cool the vehicles inside are.

Smooth curves, dynamic car models, and shiny tires.

That's exactly what Arkwright should have watched.

But take another look at the email from the vehicle development team.

Huge wheels, ugly body, and not even a lid.

Are these two things really the same thing?

Open the next email.

Not to Drogo, but to her.

"Regarding the makeup for the show, it has been confirmed."

"Oh?"

Elsa became interested.

Participate in the show? Finally, it's her turn to participate in the show.

She roughly glanced over the content of the email. It was from the makeup team of the Drama Guild, asking her to confirm a time to design makeup specifically for the Magic Vision show.

A little excited.

Although Elsa is not naturally beautiful, she is still pretty.

With a little packaging, you can definitely become a big star.

She had been coveting the career of a star for too long, and now Drogo finally remembered to support her, which made her hard work over the years worthwhile.

This is much easier than being Drogo's assistant.

Just like Mr. Raul, he hasn't starred in any magic movie for more than half a year, but just relying on the revenue from the re-screening of his previous works, the revenue from the sale of recording magic crystals, and the revenue from peripheral products, the money he receives every month is several times more than what she earned.

Not to mention the appearance fees for various activities, it's simply free money.

There are so many event announcements that I can’t even choose from them all.

Even if there are no activities to find in the future, if you make a little sacrifice, there will be a lot of female nobles rushing to line up and give you money.

It's simply the perfect career.

Elsa has already started imagining her life after becoming famous.

Why bother going to work? I only have to go out for work twice a month, and I can get up whenever I want.

There is no need to argue with people in person online. You can just post the person on Weibo and then your fans can attack him or her.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Elsa's laugh is quite evil.

"Let me see what show it is."

She rubbed her hands together excitedly.

"Fellin good song?"

When I saw the name of the show, I was a little confused.

That's not right. The people who need to appear in Feilin's good songs have already been determined.

She didn't sign up for the competition.

Could it be that there was a problem with the original host and he needed to take over temporarily?

It's not impossible for her to accept the task reluctantly.

"As a group of relatives and friends, we appeared at the second scene..."

As what?
Elsa jumped up from her chair in fright.

A terrifying idea gradually took shape in my mind.

Among her circle of relatives and friends, the only one who could possibly participate in this show is and can only be her beloved mother.

Ms. Susan Stone.

Before she married my dad, her last name was Harris. In my dad's words, he fell in love with my mom at first sight because of her charming and cheerful laughter.

But Elsa just thought her mother's laughter was magical.

It was hard to understand how Dad could be so entranced by that laugh.

Maybe it's curiosity.

But that’s not the point now.

The point is that you might have to go on a forced blind date.

How to do?
Two strangers were pulled to a table and talked about the future like a transaction.

That's too scary.

She is still young and she still has fantasies about love.

What will you say when you meet me?
"I'm now several dozen silver coins a month older, you're not worthy of me!"

Is it okay to refuse like this?

wrong.

Calm down, Elsa, calm down.

You are a man who has seen big scenes. You have been kidnapped by an ancient dragon. What is there to be afraid of?

Aisha calmed down and keenly noticed the key point.

At that time, it was about advancement, not passing the auditions.

So strictly speaking, she hasn't lost yet.

As an assistant, you always have to learn some word games.

So the key now is to find the ancient dragon that has tied you up and see if you can get your mother stuck in the first round.

I'm sorry, mom. It's not that my daughter is dirty, it's just that blind dates are too scary.

Elsa immediately went to Shudian Island.

Even paid teleportation.

The program is officially recorded soon, and Zhuo Ge is here every day. He doesn't actually do anything, but since the boss is on the scene, it's not easy for the employees to slack off.

"The emperor leads the army in person."

"Drogo!" Elsa rushed into the studio in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Is there an emergency?"

"My mom, Susan Stone, is on the show?"

"correct."

"Is there any chance for her to advance?" Elsa asked tentatively. If she couldn't advance anyway, she would resort to trickery to make her daughter look unqualified.

"Of course. The deputy director of the opera company admired her performance very much. He felt that both her singing skills and the excellence of the work were impeccable."

Drogo replied.

"We have already agreed to choose her during the official recording. The deputy head of the group has been fighting with Ms. Rowling for a long time over your mother. I didn't expect that he would dare to argue with Ms. Rowling."

The more Drogo spoke, the more desperate Elsa's expression became.

Now little tricks may not work.

"Don't worry, your mother is now a seeded player and will definitely advance. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you to find out first. How is it, are you happy?"

(End of this chapter)