Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 31 The Most Beautiful Unlucky Person in the Audience

Raghu Kuhlman hasn’t been having a good few days.

As the saying goes, you're not afraid of thieves stealing, you're afraid of thieves thinking about

Although Elsa was not a thief, she was indeed thinking about him, which made him feel insecure.

He investigated Aisha's life and found that this person's experience could be described as strange.

I was an ordinary person before I was nineteen. My parents were just businessmen in a small place and they ran a small shop. My brother was a good test-taker and was admitted to a big city, but he has not achieved anything so far.

She was lucky enough to awaken her magical talent. Although it was an illusion with a dim future, it was better than having nothing. She only trained to the level of a second-level illusionist before graduating, so her upper limit should not be that good.

The study period of the Spellcaster Academy is very flexible. Generally, students will graduate when they are close to the upper limit of their talent. Therefore, unlike other schools, the later they graduate, the more advanced they are.

And Elsa graduated at the age of nineteen.

It was from then on that the style of painting suddenly changed.

First, he bought a building on Cornflower Street, which was a deal that would have taken him a long time to consider given his financial resources. Then, in less than half a year, he developed it into the largest toy store in the city. His yo-yos and Rubik's Cubes were sold overseas along the railways and exported to mainland China. Now, he has created a Magic Shadow?

In Lagu's opinion, this situation can generally be called someone behind the scenes, who is the white glove of some wealthy family to make money.

He first suspected that it was supported by the Craig family. After all, their young master went to Drogo's Toy Store eight times a month.

But that's not quite right. Although the Craig family is famous, the young master is basically a half-step fool.

Normally, there would always be some rumors about such things, but there is no reliable rumor at all about who Elsa's background is.

The unknown brings fear.

In his worldview, the strong should severely humiliate the weak, provided they know who is strong and who is weak. So before the background check is clear, Lagu, who is used to being a bully in the gangster world of Twin Towers City, dares not act rashly.

"Boss, the premiere of Journey to the Holy Mountain is about to begin. Shall we go?"

"Okay, let's go."

Out of curiosity about what his own pharmacy would look like in Shadow of Magic, and also wanting to know what Elsa was planning to do, he spent a high price to buy tickets for the premiere of Shadow of Magic.

In order to show that he was already upper class, he bought one of the most expensive boxes.

When the theater darkened and Soren's face came into view, his sense of unease grew.

The legendary wizard appears in Shadow of Mordor, and Elsa's background becomes even more unfathomable.

"What do you mean all the healing potions at Kuhlmann Pharmacy are problematic?"

Raghu asked along with the lines in the film?

How did they know?
"Can we sue this production studio? Say they've damaged our reputation or something like that." Lagu asked his assistant.

"It's a bit difficult. They found a loophole and didn't use the full name of the pharmaceutical factory, just like they couldn't sue us for making "Fire Thunder Boy King"."

Raghu slammed his wine glass on the table in dissatisfaction.

The following plot made his blood pressure soar, such as the pharmacy factory was a conspiracy of the necromancer, and the healing potion was the culprit of the zombie crisis.

Lagu was very happy to be able to promote the pharmacy in Shadow of Demon, but the promotion was all about negative effects, which Lagu didn't like.

How will he do business in the future?
Not only that, halfway through the plot, a person who looks 10% or even 90% similar to him appears.

The position is still the management of a pharmaceutical factory!

Where did you find such an actor?

Or in order to target him, they even found a shapeshifter to act.

Is this a studio or a den of monsters?
He could already hear curses coming from the audience; it was clear that the character was quite unlikable.

But he didn't understand why. In his eyes, every management move in the plot was so reasonable.

Whether it was closing the door to prevent the protagonist and his party from entering the carriage, or falsely accusing the male protagonist of being infected, pushing the attendant out to die when they were blocked in the toilet, and finally dragging the conductor to take the blame.

They are all the optimal solutions. Even if he himself encounters a zombie crisis, he cannot guarantee that he will do better than "himself" in the movie.

Perfectly in its own interest.

On the contrary, the male protagonist is ridiculous, disregarding his own safety for the sake of his daughter. The child is just a resource for the continuation of the bloodline, and if one dies, another one will be born.

No one is more important than himself.

Those who cry uncontrollably over a story will never learn this simple truth.

"It's meaningless. The impact of this cheap smear campaign won't last for more than a few days."

Lagu thought that Aisha could do something. It was just children playing house. The public has no memory. Just apologize and pretend to be dead for two months, and then continue to make money.

The film ended, the lights came on, and he straightened his clothes and prepared to return.

A loud shout came from outside the box: "Look! It's that beastly pharmaceutical factory manager, don't let him get away!"

What management?
That shapeshifter actor was there?

Before Lagu could react, he felt a pain in his eye socket and half of his vision was missing.

When I touched it, warm blood flowed down my hand.

Looking down, it was a water cup.

"Who threw it!" He picked up the water cup angrily and yelled at the audience seats below. He wanted to make that person pay the price.

However, what responded to him were not people, but more flying cups, banana peels, popcorn, cosmetic boxes, canes, shoes, lighters, and even a letter cutter.

It was so overwhelming that Lagu was stunned.

Fortunately, the bodyguard reacted quickly and put on a shield, preventing him from becoming the first person to be killed by the audience in the theater.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

"Get out of the way, let me do it!" A girl wearing the uniform of the Repin Spellcaster Academy rolled up a two-meter-high fireball.

If the others were just venting their anger, this one was really here to kill him.

Hurry up and try to escape from the box
"Carina don't!"

I don't know who stopped the young wizard, the huge fireball brushed Lagu's scalp and hit the ceiling of the box, creating a heat wave.

"Boss, please go this way."

The bodyguards showed great professionalism. One of them lowered Lagu's body, protected his head, and led him out.

Two lead the way, and one stays behind to finish.

Break through a large group of spectators who rush forward like angry bulls, wanting to rid the people of harm.

Finally arrived at the theater entrance.

"Security! Security!"

The theater has an obligation to protect its valuable customers who spend a lot of money, at least that's what Raghu thinks.

Until the security guard who rushed over also kicked him.

Enduring the burning pain in his buttocks, Lagu finally ran to the carriage, jumped into the car, and closed the door without waiting for the bodyguards to get in.

"Let's go, let's go back to the pharmacy!"

The carriage swayed as it moved forward, accompanied by the sound of something hitting the body of the carriage.

Back at the pharmaceutical factory, Lagu rushed to his office in anger and pulled down a large dictionary from the bookshelf.

The cabinet slowly opened to the sides.

Revealing the eerie altar and dark red magic circle inside.

Lagu walked into the dark room, the blue flames on the skull-shaped candles ignited one by one with his footsteps, and he unfolded the leather scroll on the altar.

Faced with the lengthy spell, he hesitated.

(End of this chapter)