Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 242 The Cabbage Pushes the Pig
The Lord of Twin Towers City has been very upset recently. He feels as if he is caught between two forces.

On the one hand, an old worker named Mike in the factory area has been applying for a project about Tiefling helping employment and promoting job fairs, and wants to temporarily occupy the city's square.

The city lord receives similar messages every day, where someone appears out of nowhere and proposes an absurd plan that seems to have been thought up on the spur of the moment.

Usually, for this kind of plan, he would not even read the content, he would just glance at the title and discard it.

But this one is a little different.

This proposal has an investor, the Drogo Group.

The city lord also didn't understand how much the Drogo Group had invested in this matter and how much importance it attached to it.

It makes it very difficult for him.

The difficulty is not in how to say no, but in not knowing what level of support to provide.

There is no way, the taxes on the Drogo Group are too high.

Moreover, in Shuangta City alone, the employment problem of tens of thousands of people has been solved.

If one day Drogo wanted to move his headquarters out of the city, as long as he was still in office, the city lord suspected that he would cry and beg Drogo not to leave.

From the perspective of personal interests, the city lord should do his best to support this job fair.

But now there is a small problem.

The main target of recruitment is tieflings.

No matter how it came from, it's a tiefling.

As the city lord, if he gives his full support, he will offend other forces.

residents of the city.

Although he does not care about every individual resident in the city, when all the citizens gather together, they are a force that cannot be underestimated.

It’s difficult.

Can the Drogo Group solve the problem of the tieflings' reputation before recruiting them?

Aren’t you the best at guiding public opinion?
Please give me some guidance.

Make it easier for this "weak and pitiful" city lord.

As long as the public no longer hated Tieflings so much, he would immediately and fully support the plan proposed by the worker named Mike.

Headache.

The city lord rubbed his forehead helplessly.

The life of a city lord is like walking on thin ice.

Just when I was struggling with the dilemma, the door of the room was pushed open, and a pure and lovely little girl with exquisite clothes poked her head out, blinked her eyes and shouted.

"dad."

The visitor was his daughter, Grace.

A bright smile instantly spread across the city lord's face. It was not a fake smile to please his daughter; his smile came from the heart.

I love my daughter so much.

When I see her, I feel like all my troubles are healed.

As for the son.

Not familiar.

He even hated the way he looked when he was a child, so how could he possibly like a son who was cut from the same mold as him?

"What are you doing, my little princess?"

The city lord imitated the silly voice of the character in the cartoon and spoke.

"Dad, don't speak in that voice. I'm sixteen years old. I'm not a child anymore."

"But you will always be my most precious little princess."

Grace rolled her eyes, and tiptoed like a deer to the city lord.

"Dad, what are you busy with?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh, I was thinking of a project on tieflings."

"Ah! Tieflings? They all seem so scary to me."

"Yeah, that's why I'm confused."

“That must have been hard.”

Grace said this, and came behind the city lord and began to massage him "attentively".

The city lord enjoyed it very much and closed his eyes comfortably. Although his daughter's technique was quite unprofessional and far inferior to that of a masseur, it was a kind of psychological pleasure.

He knew that if he showed his kindness for no reason, the next step would be to ask for money.

But it doesn't matter, he is willing to jump into the trap.

"Dad," Grace said now.

Here it comes, the city lord realized, the trap is here.

But he was already prepared and ready to jump in.

"I want a Digimon."

"Don't you already have one?"

"The one I have is the Biyomon style, and I want a Gabumon style too."

The city lord hesitated for half a second.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you."

"Thank you dad!"

Grace celebrated happily.

Charm identification was a great success.

"master."

The housekeeper knocked twice on the open door, breaking up the brief parent-child moment.

"have a guest."

"What guest?"

In front of the butler, the city lord immediately regained his serious and solemn appearance.

"Forehead……"

The butler looked at the city lord awkwardly, then glanced at Grace suggestively.

As expected of father and daughter, they were both quick to pick up on hints.

"Is he here?"

"He's here!"

The two said in unison.

But the tone is very different.

The city lord gritted his teeth, and Grace was delighted.

It's Peter who's here.

"What's that dirty, smelly kid from the factory area doing here?"

"Dad!" Grace said reproachfully, "Peter doesn't stink at all."

"He is the son of a poor working man."

"Peter's father is a mechanic. He is a very nice man. Besides, there is nothing wrong with workers. Without them, we wouldn't have the things we use in our lives."

As the daughter of the city lord, Grace shows a high level of ideological awareness.

But the city lord obviously missed the point.

"Have you met that brat's father?"

The city lord can no longer sit still.

why?
My precious daughter met a man named Peter because of a factory study activity organized by the school.

It’s just a study tour, and the rich kids are just doing it for show. Why would they need to get to know the workers?

I don’t know what means that boy used to make Grace bewitched.

She was given a bunch of crudely made small models made of machine parts.

Grace treasured them so much that she kept them all in her bedroom, covering them with glass covers cast with protective spells.

That cover is dozens of times more expensive than those broken parts!
Oh!
The city lord suddenly reacted.

He knew why Grace bought a new Tyrannosaurus Rex. It turned out that she wanted to give it to that brat.

Use his money!

Give it to the brat!
In order to have a common language with his daughter, the city lord even watches "Digimon" every week.

He remembered that there seemed to be some ambiguity between Biyomon's partner and Gabumon's partner.

What a crappy animation, teaching kids about romance.

It should be taken off the air.

No, that's a Drogo Syndicate animation, there's no way to stop it.

"what!"

The city lord slammed the table with his hands, showing the helpless rage of a middle-aged man who sees the cabbages he planted being eaten by pigs.

The butler swallowed, feeling a little nervous. He didn't know if he would be mad at the master if he answered his question now, but he couldn't not answer either.

A butler's life is like walking on thin ice.

"Sir, Mr. Peter..."

"Call me brat! You're not allowed to use that name in my house!"

"Okay, sir, the brat wants to ask Miss to go see The Magic Shadow, The Intouchables."

"See the magic shadow? Haha!"

The city lord laughed out loud. "I have my own private cinema at home. If I want to watch something, I can just go to Drogo Group and ask for it. Why do I have to go out to watch Shadow of Demon? There are too many people there, and the experience is not good..."

"Which dress should I wear?"

Grace completely ignored the city lord's objection and jumped directly to the next step, how to dress up so as to catch Peter's attention without being too abrupt.

"No, you can't go!"

The city lord spoke in a tough tone in front of his daughter, which was rare.

However, Grace was not afraid at all and responded directly: "Mom has agreed!"

After saying that, he left directly. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said angrily, "Peter! Peter! Peter!"

The city lord slumped weakly in his chair.

His wife's family is more powerful than his own, and a large part of their union is based on interests rather than love.

Having said that, not many marriages are based on love; it is a relationship based on interests.

The city lord does not believe in the beautiful fairy tales in the stories.

Or maybe it was because of his own experience that he was unwilling to believe it.

And the wife believed it.

So she encouraged her daughter to pursue free love.

"How can it be possible?"

The city lord talked to himself.

In his opinion, there was no possibility for the daughter of a nobleman to be with a worker, a mechanic, or the son of some other family.

It's just children playing house.

There is no need for him to stop it. Over time, these two young people will naturally separate because of the huge differences in their living habits, philosophies, and perspectives on things.

"it's not a big deal."

The city lord repeated.

At the same time, outside the gate of the city lord's luxurious manor, Peter was walking around uncomfortably, with his oversized bicycle next to him. He had put on his best clothes, but standing in front of this exquisite gate, he looked like a servant applying for a job.

Or he could only be a servant outside, mowing the lawn and tending the flowers.

He had seen the housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion. The clothes he wore were made of materials that he couldn't name but looked very expensive.

Perhaps, just as his father said, there was no possibility for him and Grace to be together.

As the son of a mechanic, his best future was to inherit his father's craft and become a mechanic as well.

Earn an income that is not too much but not bad either, find a girl who also comes from the factory area, have a few children, and then watch the children enter the next cycle.

As for whether it is possible to break this cycle, it depends on whether the jackpot can be won in the childbirth lottery and a gifted offspring can be born.

I heard that Master Yuno's parents were ordinary farmers, but he became one of the youngest masters of the Mechanics Guild.

The title of master is not easy to get. His father has worked in this industry for his entire life, but he is only a third-level mechanic. There are second and first levels above that before one can be promoted to a master.

The gate of the manor slowly opened.

Peter looked up and saw the second most beautiful girl in his mind.

Mom is always number one, no reason needed.

"Peter."

Grace greeted with a smile, she was wearing a very casual and simple outfit.

If the workmanship, fabrics and fit were not much better than those sold in clothing stores on the street, it would be hard to tell that this was the only daughter of the city lord.

"Let's go there by bike. The cinema isn't too far away, so we can just take it as some exercise."

Peter immediately realized that Grace was trying hard to take care of his emotions.

He didn't wear any nice clothes, nor did he ride in a carriage, in an attempt to close the distance between them.

But living in a huge manor not far from a cinema in the city center is an almost unbridgeable gap in itself.

The only two Magic Shadow tickets he had were won in a lottery on the forum.

Peter calmed down and hid his loneliness.

With a bright smile, he replied, "Sure, I'm familiar with this road."

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at Cornflower Street, Drogo Cinema.

Park your bike and walk in.

Peter was a little nervous; he had never been to Drogo's Cinema.

It's not that he hasn't seen The Phantom Pain before, but because the facilities in this cinema are far better than those in other cinemas, the ticket price is more expensive.

As long as there is a choice, Peter will not choose the more expensive one.

He tried to relax himself and behave properly, not to find everything new and make a fool of himself here and be looked down upon.

People with low self-esteem are used to pretending.

"what is this?"

Grace pointed directly at a row of machines and asked.

The machine spits out colorful, crystal-clear and thin threads, which are then wrapped around a wooden stick to form a fluffy ball, like cotton.

She really had never seen it.

Grace hadn't been to Drogo's Cinema either, but for a slightly different reason than Peter.

She doesn't have low self-esteem either.

“It’s marshmallow.” The staff introduced with a smile.

"Hey handsome boy, would you like to buy one for the beautiful lady next to you?"

"I……"

Peter didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Grace said directly: "No, I want to buy one for the handsome man around me. Can it be a heart-shaped one?"

"Haha, you two have such a good relationship."

Two minutes later, Peter was standing there awkwardly holding a huge pink heart-shaped marshmallow.

He felt as if everyone he passed was looking at him.

Grace didn't care.

"Ouch!"

Take a bite.

"What a magical taste, it tastes pretty good. I am not allowed to eat sweets at home."

While waiting to enter, the two quickly ate the marshmallows.

It looks big, but actually there isn't much in it.

"I should have bought it for you."

Peter was still struggling with the issue of Grace paying just now.

"I'm a boy, they..."

Peter had meant to say "they were dating," but he wasn't sure if he and Grace were dating.

In the dating process he is familiar with, the man always pays.

"What's wrong with boys? Do they look down on girls? Besides, it doesn't make sense for a person to spend money."

Grace immediately grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him up.

"Let's go, the magic shadow is about to begin."

At this moment, Peter's brain short-circuited.

She took the initiative to hold my hand, she took the initiative to hold my hand...

With only this thought circulating in my mind, I was passively dragged by Grace to complete the ticket checking and enter the venue.

At the same time, Peter's walking posture is a bit strange.

Bend your waist slightly and bend your legs inward.

Standing up with Peter was little Peter.

Adolescent boys are like this, just a pull on the little hand and their blood boils instantly.

It's not that he is a hooligan, it's that he is truly uncontrollable.

It wasn't until he walked into the dark theater that Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

He was sweating from walking these few steps, and he hoped Grace didn't notice anything unusual about him.

Only after finding a seat and sitting down did little Peter calm down.

After calming down for a few seconds, Grace suddenly held Peter's hand again and gently stroked his palm twice with her fingers.

Peter immediately looked embarrassed and bent down again.

He turned to look at Grace, and was met with a cunning smile of success.

She knows everything!

She is teasing herself on purpose!

In fact, many times, adolescent girls have more knowledge reserves than boys, but they just don’t show it.

Poor little Peter was played around by the "evil" Grace.

In the end, it was the beginning of the film that saved Peter.

The remaining lights in the theater dimmed, and the packed theater fell silent.

Drogo Cinema has a rule that is different from other cinemas. Latecomers can get their money back but are not allowed to re-enter.

The highly recognizable red center logo appears, and then the screen switches to a perspective inside the car.

It is a very high-end magic car.

It’s so high-end that even Grace’s family doesn’t have many.

What is even more surprising is that the person sitting in the driver's seat has two conspicuous horns on his head.

A tiefling.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with no vitality in his eyes.

As a virtual viewer who gave a bad review online, Peter had some understanding of the plot and knew that these two were the protagonists.

But he didn't know the specific plot.

I don’t know how this film, which was accused of “maliciously whitewashing” Tiefling, was whitewashed.

This beginning really aroused his curiosity.

Why would a tiefling drive a luxury car to pick up people?

Suddenly, the tieflings sped up and galloped down the street, overtaking one carriage after another, causing some horses to kick in fear, causing chaos on the street.

Soon after, the garrison discovered the luxury car that caused the chaos and began to chase it.

Is this a crime film?

Tieflings kidnap rich people and flee?

Peter guessed that he was confused by the beginning. If so, what did it have to do with whitewashing?

The Griffin Knights of the Garrison Regiment forced the luxury car to stop, one after the other.

The knight's spear tip flashed with magical light and pointed at the driver's seat of the car.

"Get out of the car! Get out right now! Let me see your hands! Put your hands up!"

Normally, the Guards would not follow any formalities for Tieflings who were breaking the law, but would simply arrest them or even execute them on the spot.

A tiefling who got out of a luxury car needs to understand the situation before making a decision.

"I'll bet two gold pieces they'll clear the way for us," the tiefling said.

"You're going to lose again."

"Bet or not?"

"It's a bet."

After saying that, Tiefling raised his hands and walked out of the magic car.

"I need an explanation."

"Shut up!"

"Another man, get off!" the knight warned.

"He can't get down. He's a patient and can't move. There's a wheelchair in the car. Go and see!"

The tiefling did not behave like a captured criminal at all, and instead accused the garrison with confidence.

Another knight went to check and found that there was indeed a wheelchair, and the man had a noble knight's emblem on his chest.

He is now having difficulty breathing, shaking his head wildly, foaming at the mouth, and looks like he is about to die.

The knight panicked.

He forced a patient who was in urgent need of help to stop treatment, and he was a noble patient.

The tieflings continued to output.

"Why do you think I drove so fast? I'm his nurse. If he doesn't see a doctor within five minutes, he'll die! Do you want me to tell his daughter that her father was delayed to death by the garrison?"

The sound is sonorous and powerful.

"So, we'll make way for you."

The panicked Knight of the Garrison said.

The tiefling returned to the car and wiped the foam from the Jazz's spit with a tissue.

"Sir, you are so disgusting. Now you owe me two gold coins."

Then, each of them and Tifulin showed a nasty smile.

Are the two of them acting?
The audience was surprised at first, and then burst into laughter.

It fits the tiefling stereotype very well, but it doesn't seem that annoying.

(End of this chapter)