Chapter 341 Children's Theater
The Zubair Theatre was packed, and with less than ten minutes left before the show began, the audience's discussions had not stopped.
"The theater is so beautiful today! Why did the manager decorate it with so many sweet flowers?" A young businessman wearing colorful beads said to his companion excitedly, then he took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly, "It smells so good!"
The off-white robed merchant beside him looked around and asked in confusion, "Why are there only sweet flowers? Even the Xumi roses beside the aisle have been moved away.
Although the sweet flowers are not bad, they are too ordinary. At least add some other flowers. The largest and most famous theater in Xumi City should not be so poor that it cannot afford this little money, right?"
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Harold, who was sitting in front of the two of them, was flipping through a book. When the lights in the theater dimmed, he took out his experiment record book and focused all his attention on the "Sweet Flower" in the theater.
In the corner where no one noticed, the "Sweet Flowers" that Haroldt saw always lowered their heads slightly, but because the light was too dim and there were so many Sweet Flowers, this small change did not attract anyone's attention.
When the black-skinned, blond-haired actor appeared on stage, the conversation in the audience stopped abruptly. They all recognized this actor as Yumana, the rising star of Zubair Theater.
This young lady from the desert dances wildly and is full of wild charm. With her beautiful face and figure, and exotic clothes, she quickly became famous in Xumi City. Just like her name "Yumana", she became a highly-anticipated black "pearl". Whenever she performs on stage, the theater tickets are always sold out.
Today she will present her new dance.
The light shone on her, making her honey-colored skin look glowing. Her dancing style was different from before, less wild and more lively and cheerful.
The audience gradually became intoxicated by her dancing and cheered as she performed continuous jumps and difficult moves. They felt that in the presence of this art that could move people's hearts, even the fragrance of flowers in the hall became more intense. If the original fragrance of the flowers was a clear drop that made people feel like walking in the mountains, now they are as rich as honey, making people feel like they are in a sea of flowers.
Just as everyone was fascinated, Yumana on the stage was seen smiling with her hands spread out, her golden eyes looking around, as if calling her friends.
"what?!"
"what!"
There were one or two surprised sighs from the audience, and then more people noticed something unusual - in the flower bed under the stage, the golden sweet flowers suddenly stood up, stretched out their whisker-like "legs", and climbed onto the stage from the stairs on both sides of the stage.
Because they are too short, they have to use their own leaves. Some small flowers fall off the stairs halfway up due to crowding or lack of strength, but are caught by the group of flowers and are carried forward.
This scene can be called a comedy, but the audience's attention is completely focused on the fact that "the flowers are moving!" and they can no longer pay attention to the performance itself. Everyone is dumbfounded, and the exclamations in the theater almost overwhelm the dance and music, becoming the main theme of the performance.
Yumana was not affected by the audience's reaction. She continued to laugh and dance on the stage. The first batch of sweet flowers that climbed onto the stage lined up in a row. Their queue circled around Yumana like golden silk threads, and moved with her steps, shaking their corollas from time to time.
After all the little flowers came on stage, Yumana was surrounded by more than 20 circles of sweet flowers. Although these golden little flowers were just moving and shaking, it was extremely shocking to the people in the audience.
Flowers were woven into her skirt, and the flowing skirt carried the breath of nature, like golden waves, like starlight, like fragrant, flowing maple syrup!
"Oh my Lord Great Compassionate Tree King! Is this true?!"
"Is Yumana a priestess of the desert?"
"Flowers bloomed wherever I walked, just like the 'Mistress of Flowers' recorded in history books!"
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After the shock, the audience burst into heated discussions. As the performance came to an end, the audience woke up from their initial disbelief, and the scholars and businessmen among them began to make rational inferences.
"What on earth are those? They can't be sweet flowers, right?"
"Could it be a small machine from the Myo-ron sect? It's so lifelike! It even smells good!"
"The theater manager is really capable. Where did he get so many good things?"
"Where can I buy this?"
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No one noticed as a silver-haired scholar quietly left the scene and walked into the backstage from the staff lounge.
"Mr. Harold, this group of 'pretenders' performed really well! The audience's feedback was even more enthusiastic than I expected!"
Sheikh Zubair, the manager of Zubair Theater, had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Harold, he came forward excitedly.
Harold smiled and said, "Well, two weeks is still too short. They just performed some simple actions."
Sheikh Zubair nodded and said, "Next time I will have them perform in a stage play, play the role of flowers on the stage, and interact with the actors. If Mr. Harold still wants to record the research data, I will send someone to notify him and give him three free tickets."
"Thank you. I really need it." Harold said, tucking the record book under his arm. "In a few months, I will have a group of smarter 'pretenders'. Is there still a need for you, Mr. Zubair?"
“What else?” Zubair’s eyes lit up.
"Of course, the price is still five hundred Mora each," Harold replied.
"What a great price!" Even Zubair, who has been hanging around in the Grand Bazaar for many years, couldn't help but sigh.
In his opinion, the economic benefits that these "pretenders" can bring are far more than that. Just today, if he chooses to let Yumana sell them after the performance and offers a high price of 500,000 Mora each, there will definitely be people who will buy these rare creatures.
Harold rubbed his fingers and said, "After all, these are just experiments. You are helping me test them. The price of the finished product will increase hundreds of times."
As a mentor with conscience, integrity and morality, although I love money, I must earn it in a proper way.
But the traveler need not worry, by the time he comes to Xumi, my test will have been completed, and he will definitely be able to buy a fast-growing, intelligent and improved version of the "Pretender" at the affordable price of tens of thousands of Mora.
Harold thought with pleasure and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.