Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 245 The Attacking Girl

Grace returned home feeling upset.

She didn't understand. She had repeatedly emphasized that she didn't care about Peter's background, but he still didn't even have the courage.

What else can she say?
What’s the difference between what I said outside the cinema and a direct confession? Couldn’t that blockhead understand?

With an expression of "I'm unhappy" written all over his face, he pushed open the door.

Then I "happened" to meet my father in the hall.

Of course, the city lord did not really appear here by chance. When his daughter arrived outside the manor, the guard at the door had already informed the butler, and the butler conveyed the message to the city lord.

Then the city lord calculated that it was almost time for his daughter to enter the mansion, so he walked out of the study with a nervous mood, ready to check on his daughter's condition.

The moment he saw the displeasure on Grace's face, the city lord was in a good mood. His nervousness and uneasiness disappeared. It seemed that the bad boy had made his daughter unhappy. That was great. It was a good thing.

If things continue like this, the two young people will just break up without me having to interfere.

happy.

But it can't show on your face.

He wants to play the role of a good father who cares for his daughter.

He suppressed the urge to curl up the corners of his mouth and put on a concerned expression.

"Grace, you're back so early?"

Having said that, the city lord was actually very restless during the more than two hours that Grace was out, and felt that these two hours were extremely long.

Fortunately, we only watched a movie called Magic Movie. If it was the same as the most common dating process nowadays, we would have gone straight to the hotel after leaving the Magic Movie Theater.

In the Kingdom of Sutton, being sixteen years old does not affect booking a room in a hotel.

If that were the case, the city lord would have no choice but to expose the guards who were secretly following his daughter and stop them.

However, if Grace knew that I had been sending people to follow her secretly, she would definitely hate me.

In the past, the guards always followed openly, but Grace didn't like the feeling of being different from other friends, so she had to change protection to hiding.

"Hey, you look unhappy. Who bullied you? Tell daddy and I will teach him a lesson for you."

The city lord asked knowingly.

Grace did not answer directly, but forced a dignified smile and said, "I'm not unhappy. I'm very happy today."

"Is it that bad boy Peter? I've long seen that he is not a good boy. How can he be worthy of our kind and lovely Grace?"

But the city lord didn't expect that as soon as he said this, the expression on Grace's face became even more uncomfortable.

She said nothing, but instead of walking she ran upstairs, rushed into her bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"boom!"

The sound of the door closing echoed in the spacious hall.

The city lord was left alone, a middle-aged man, standing on the empty first floor, looking a little pitiful.

After a while, he let out a dry cough.

"Ahem! Report on Grace's situation today."

A guard emerged from the shadows.

"Well, there's nothing special, but that Demon Shadow is pretty good."

"Who asked you?"

On the other side, Grace rushed into the bedroom, threw herself on the bed, and buried her head in the soft pillow.

The comfortable touch wraps around your whole body and can release the unhappiness in your heart.

Take a deep breath.

Inhale——

Exhale——

No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Grace got up from the bed, walked to the cabinet, opened the glass cover, and threw the handmade model Peter gave her into the trash can.

While throwing, he cursed: "Coward, why would I like you? Can giving some gear nuts make a girl happy?"

After throwing them away, my mind calmed down a little. I looked at the rough but thoughtful handmade models in the trash can, sighed, and took them all out.

Wipe each one clean again and put them back in the cabinet with the protective cover on.

Grace figured out one thing: in everyone's eyes, she and Peter were not a match. She wishfully thought that as long as they liked each other, she could not change other people's opinions.

Because she is the daughter of the city lord.

But what if she could become a more powerful baroness than her father?

Others would still think she was a mismatch for Peter, but they would shut up then.

Grace suddenly felt a strong fighting spirit. She didn't like her noble status before.

When her childhood playmates saw her as adults, they were always humble and reserved.

The parents of the former friends would bring them to them and say respectfully, "Greet the young lady."

So she doesn't like this identity.

But now, she discovered the advantages of being a nobility. If a duke fell in love with a commoner girl, no one would say anything. Instead, they would bless their love.

Then the Duchess and the commoner should also be blessed by the people.

She, Grace, was going to be a duchess!

With a burning fighting spirit, Grace walked out of the room. She wanted to learn from her father how to become a qualified noble and handle affairs.

All the way to my father's study.

The document on the city lord's desk was the same as it was three hours ago, the tiefling recruitment application from Old Mike.

In the past three hours, the city lord has not dealt with anything and was busy worrying about his daughter.

"Father."

Grace rarely calls the city lord like this, she always called him dad before.

Mom and Dad are two magical words. In almost all human languages, there are similar-sounding names for parents, which are not formal names.

In the common language, "father" is another word, a more formal word.

The city lord looked up, not knowing what Grace was up to.

"I want to learn from you."

"Hahaha," the city lord thought his daughter was joking, emotionally frustrated, and looking for something else to distract her attention, "What is there to learn from me?"

"I want to be a good nobleman."

"You are now."

“I want to learn how to run a city.”

Seeing that Grace didn't seem to be joking, the city lord's expression also became serious.

He had been struggling for a long time about the issue of his successor.

He has a son and a daughter. His son has been spoiled. He is a typical rich multi-generational kid who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long. No matter how many famous teachers he has arranged for him, he still cannot be taught.

According to the son, "My ancestors have already worked hard, so why should I work harder? Then all my ancestors' efforts would have been in vain."

Fortunately, the son is just an ordinary playboy who is greedy for pleasure. He will not ruin the family by relying solely on pleasure.

However, the daughter has never been interested in inheritance and thinks it is a burden.

Now it seems like it’s getting better.

Grace has grown up.

As expected of his daughter.

It was good that his feelings were frustrated. The city lord began to be grateful to Peter in his heart. He was grateful to the brat for a second, and began to hate him the next second.

“It’s not an easy job.”

"I know." Grace replied firmly.

"That's great. I have a proposal here regarding the Tiefling job fair. Do you think it should be approved?" The city lord picked up Old Mike's proposal.

He wanted to see what Grace's current foundation was like. Grace took the document and glanced through it quickly.

She knew about this job fair. It was mentioned in The Intouchables that the tiefling caregivers were able to get new jobs through this job fair.

It turns out that the project hasn’t really started in the city yet.

After thinking for a moment, Grace tried to answer: "I think it should be passed. Providing legal jobs to tieflings will only benefit Twin Towers. It will not only reduce the number of criminals, but also increase the labor force."

"But what about public opinion? Most of the city's residents hate tieflings."

“Their perspective is being changed.”

Including Grace herself, before entering the Magic Cinema, she also hated tieflings. Less than two hours later, she felt that there were also desirable individuals among the tieflings.

And when Peter gave it a positive review, she also saw other comments on the Internet, and many of them had their opinions changed.

"The Drogo Group will certainly continue to work to improve the image of tieflings."

They have done a lot of similar things. When people mentioned Drogo before, they would think of disaster.

The current Drogo represents the Toy Story game.

And there is Zhuoer. Zhuoer used to be synonymous with bandits, but now in everyone’s impression, Zhuoer has become a group of characters who play drums, play the piano, have weird hairstyles and sing.

"I think they will succeed, and the sooner we become supporters before they fully succeed, the greater our contribution will be throughout the event and the more benefits we will get in the end."

After listening to Grace's statement, the city lord nodded. For a sixteen-year-old girl, this was a good answer.

It's not that he is perfect, but at least he is much better than his son who only knows how to drink, play ball, race cars, and look for female stars in the troupe.

Relieved, thank Peter briefly for one second.

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Drogo Group Headquarters.

Aisha is preparing to report her work.

Drogo is figuring out how to make baby toast.

This should be the name.

Drogo's office has always been a combination of office, gaming, movie-watching, kitchen and other functions.

What to use it for depends entirely on your mood.

Baby toast, the food in Teletubbies, Drogo was so craving for it when he was watching TV as a child.

Another thing that he was so greedy for was Dorayaki.

But I have no idea how Dorayaki is made, and it is possible to replicate baby toast.

From the name, it should be similar to toast.

So he cut the toast into circles and drew a smiley face using the fireproof spell.

There is no tinfoil at the moment, so we can only use magic to make do.

Spread the rest with syrup.

Use a flame of just the right temperature to roast the syrup into a caramel color.

After taking a closer look, why does it feel different from what I have seen before?
Drogo suspected it was a translation problem, the toast in the Teletubbies didn't look like toast at all, more like a muffin or something.

Will try with muffins next time.

The replica is not realistic. Drogo suddenly doesn’t want to eat, but doesn’t want to waste food. What should he do?
He glanced at Elsa who was standing there.

Elsa tried to avert her gaze, as if Drogo wouldn't notice her as long as she didn't look him in the eye.

Drogo stretched out his paw and handed the still hot baby toast to Elsa.

"Taste it!"

"Is it okay not to try it?" Elsa asked hesitantly, looking at the strange black toast with a smiley face on it in her hand.

"Why, don't you believe in my craftsmanship?"

Elsa nodded without hesitation.

"No, how can a piece of toast kill you?"

"Normal people don't draw spells on toast, nor do they use dragon breath to toast it," Elsa carefully pinched the baby toast with two fingers, "Does your saliva come out when you breathe dragon breath?"

What a tricky angle! This one stunned Drogo.

After a while, he said, "Is there something wrong? Dragon's breath is magic, magic!"

He is no longer the oil-gulping, fire-breathing dragon he once was.

"Besides, even if there was saliva, it would have evaporated long ago in such a high temperature!"

Elsa was unmoved.

"You were late this morning, and I suddenly want to deduct a late fine from you."

Elsa devoured the food.

“Surprisingly, it’s delicious.”

"Can I cheat you? It's hard to make caramel and bread taste bad."

Drogo dropped back onto his mat, content.

"Tell me, what's the news?"

"The plan that Old Mike proposed to the city lord has been approved."

"So fast?"

The speed was somewhat beyond Drogo's expectations.

When the Lord of Twin Towers deals with various proposals, if it is difficult to refuse, he will often delay it again and again. Moreover, helping the Tieflings this time is not a sure-win proposal.

Drogo originally thought that he would need to send someone to negotiate with the city lord.

"Not only did he agree," Aisha added, "the city lord also provided a lot of other support, including helping to set up the scene and issuing announcements."

"Okay, better than nothing."

In fact, these supports are not really needed for Drogo. The traffic of announcements from the City Lord's Mansion is not even a fraction of that of new media channels.

"He also personally provided meals for the staff of the job fair and hoped that his daughter, Miss Grace, could be a volunteer for the event."

"volunteer?"

Drogo didn't know what the city lord was doing. Was he trying to improve his daughter's resume?

"Then forget about volunteering. Since he is so smart, why not just arrange for Miss Grace to be the image ambassador?"

"Um, who is the ambassador?"

Aisha had never heard of this concept.

"It's just an advertising spokesperson, which is almost the same thing. Doesn't an ambassador sound more high-end? After all, she is the daughter of the city lord. It doesn't sound good to be an advertisement."

Aisha wrote down this new concept in her notebook.

"Then, Old Mike reported that the small-scale recruitment he is currently conducting has not yielded significant results, and the employment situation for converted tieflings is not optimistic."

Before the large-scale job fair began, Old Mike, along with several converted tieflings he knew, had already started recruiting workers.

"The other tieflings don't trust Old Mike and think that the construction of Waterdeep is a scam. It may be difficult to achieve the employment goals we set before."

"That's easy. All those tieflings who don't come will be counted as flexible employment. That's also employment. Wouldn't that achieve the goal? Stupid."

"Huh?" Elsa looked confused.

After hesitating for a moment, I prepared to write down this new concept of "flexible employment" in my notebook.

"Wait, wait, don't remember this. I was just joking, don't take it seriously." Drogo stopped Elsa.

He has no need to make the data look better.

"One last thing. The demonic information sent by the church has arrived. It's in the next room."

Coming to the next room, there were several piles of heavy books.

Drogo stretched his neck and said, "Okay, it's time to design the new game's soldiers."

(End of this chapter)