What Happened 2
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Today Vie plans to spend his time outside. He was even before the sun shone. Of course the result was more than expected, the girl was too bright and more beautiful.
The maid who put on her makeup praised her employer, Vie replied by giving her accessories that she rarely used. At first the servant refused, fearing that he would be accused of stealing. But Vie didn't care, he told the waiter to take what he gave. After the waiter left, Vie told the waiter who was left in his room to be a witness in case there would be a problem because of the jewelry he gave just now. No one refused, they agreed quickly.
Moments later, Vie arrives in front of the city's largest Opera house. He was greeted before he even got out of his car. That warm welcome was a must since he was the true owner of this place, the building used here was his personal property.
Without wasting any time, Vie gave ten minutes to vacate the building. He was lazy to watch with people, too noisy and annoying. Not to mention, he was indeed required to do evil in the future so that he could act according to his character.
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Not long after, the man came back. After quite a number of people were expelled from within, naturally those people grumbled in annoyance. Intention to seek entertainment, instead getting annoyed as a result. They were driven out of there without explanation, just immediately expelled and told to leave the place as soon as possible.
"Sorry to waste your time so long, miss," said the fat man.
"It's good that you know that!" vie said lazily, the girl got off her vehicle and was escorted inside. "You can come, but don't be noisy. Don't let me hear the sound of your breathing that might interfere with my concentration!" the girl continued speaking in a threatening tone.
"Alright, miss!" reply to the bodyguards assigned to accompany the current Vie quickly.
The fat man was just left behind, he wiped his sweat. "Hopefully this business that I have can still run for tomorrow and beyond!" the muttered man looked at the sky with a hopeful look. He's been evicting his customers, things he's never done in this whole time. It would not be surprising if no one else would stop by his place and make his business go out of business without getting a single customer.
"Well, why should the wicked woman come unannounced?" he complained to no one, just let him complain and only the wind listened to all his complaints. "If not I can't not accept a single audience for today's opera" the man continued. There was nothing he could blame, just go ahead with his bad luck to get the landlords and buildings a little crazy like this.
"Isn't that him?" one of the sounds was caught into the ears of the fat man earlier.
"Looks like that?" said another voice.
"It's the criminals of the century who are making trouble" said another as if he understood the situation.
"Huss, lower your voices! Do you want to be arrested and beaten by 'Crazy?'"
"Ughh, if only 'Crazy' could be a little better and not make trouble. There must be a lot of people who like him!"
"Heh, the rich and their endless arrogance, how could they possibly be kind. That's impossible, at least it won't happen to that person?!"
"True, I really like there's an entertainment venue close to our home. Not to mention the ticket price is quite affordable for families like us-we are!"
The fat man was finally able to breathe a little sigh of relief after listening to the babble of some people he had just expelled unilaterally. Fortunately, the crime of 'Crazy' is quite famous and known by almost all levels of society here. Whether it was nobles or ordinary people, the rumors about Vie being evil were like unquestionable rumors.
"He-he-he, fortunately his face and nature are quite famous, so I did not get in trouble because of my disrespectful actions just now!" said the man chuckling softly. He walked in with a light step, believing that his business would still run. Well, except for that crazy guy who was watching as he could do another crazy thing after he finished watching later.
While watching, Vie was so focused. His face showed that he was a little bored with the acting shown by the performers on the stage. "I can play better than them!" he said he tilted his head to the side. Vie raised his hand, instantly the drama in front stopped. "Replace with another story," he said in a flat tone.
"Yes?" said a man on stage, the man carrying a scroll in his hand. Ah, maybe that guy wrote the story just now.
"G.A.N.T.I?!" said Vie staring straight ahead, right in the eyes of his interlocutor. "Do I have to say a third time?" continued the girl with a thin grin.
"Sorry before, miss!" said the man looked back at Vie's eyes boldly. "We can't" he closed his eyes, resigned if he were to be berated or blamed.
"Hmm?" vie's murmur raised next to his eyebrows.
Vie's response was a little calmer than the man had expected. He thought that he would definitely be rebuked loudly for refusing the request from the girl in front of him. "This is a story I prepared for today, we have trained him several times and there is no way we can prepare another story in a short time" explained the man boldly.
Vie tapped his finger on the handle of the chair, he stared flat ahead as if thinking what he was going to do now. "How much are you paying?" asked Vie with an echoing voice, so the silence of this building.
"Yes?" the man responded a little surprised by Vie's question just now.
"Oh, it seems like I should always say twice when talking to you, huh?!" sarcas Vie snorted lazily.
"No, it's not, miss!" said the man quickly. "I was just a little surprised, that's all," he confessed. "I get paid about one gold piece for every story I make, miss," the man said.
Vie seems to think, seizing the workers of others is also a crime. "Bring him!" vie stood up from his seat. "Treat our writers well!" continue the girl before leaving.
The writer glared in shock, he was dragged into a state of shock. Is he going to be punished so he's herded like this. The fat man who saw it was willing to ask but did not dare to interrupt, finally he just let the only writer be taken before his eyes.
