Two days later, the choir of Gaia Town returned to Yorkshire with Count Singer's motorcade. Everyone said goodbye to each other for a long distance. Carmen shed tears two or three times along the way, and even Ruola's eye circles were red.

Afternoon, suburbs of Fort Rio.

Wei En and others got off the carriage and came to a villa on the outskirts of the city. This was a property of the Xiao Mansion, and no one usually lived there, so Xiao Te lent it to Wei En and asked him to temporarily house the seven girls.

The seven sisters were naturally happy to see Wei En and others. The almond-eyed girl named Julie had shared with the sisters several times the story of the two mysterious royal detectives and their encounter in the basement, which aroused everyone's attention.

Countless yearnings have diluted a lot of sadness.

Everyone sat together and chatted with each other, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

Wei En suddenly said: "I called everyone here today because I have something I want to discuss with you."

Everyone fell silent.

"Before that, I would like to ask, Julie, do you have any plans for the future?"

Julie's expression darkened when she heard this: "We have grown up in the church since childhood. Apart from knowing some words, doing some housework and singing hymns, we have almost no contact with the outside world. How can we have any plans?

From now on, we can only take one step at a time."

The other six girls saw Wei En's eyes turning towards them and nodded in agreement.

Wei En said solemnly: "After the Oak Church incident is over, many people are concerned about the whereabouts of the rescued girl. I'll tell you the truth, because of your beauty and experience, some people have begun to have crooked ideas about you." After listening to Wei En's words,

, some of the girls' faces showed surprise, and some looked sad.

Wei En said: "What makes me angry is that there is a businessman who told me very definitely, so what if you hate men? Can you still live without men?"

Ruola snorted and said, "You should let me know him, and I will tell him the correct answer."

Wei En smiled: "Ruola, how much power can you represent by yourself? Although his words are irritating, but if you think about it carefully, they are not unreasonable."

Julie smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Wei En is right, if we are put on the street now," she glanced at the sisters: "We really don't know how to survive."

Wei En continued: "Now that most of the girls have returned to their parents safely, there are only seven of you left. I originally planned to hand you over to the city government and let the kingdom officials arrange your future.

But looking at it now, I'm afraid this will only make your future more uncertain and even dangerous."

Julie's eyes lit up when she heard this. She knew something about Wei En's character, and a little hope arose in her heart.

Wei En smiled lightly and said: "I think, as a famous person said: It is better to save yourself than to save yourself. What we really want to help you is not to provide you with food and accommodation, but to help you find a legitimate career so that you can rely on your own ability."

ability to survive.”

After hearing this, everyone said "ah" in surprise, especially the seventh sister, whose expressions became surprised and happy.

"Everyone sitting here now, regardless of gender, is my good friend. I want to organize everyone together and set up a business association. I will invest first, and you will each take your responsibility to maintain the operation of the association. If the association makes a profit

, you will receive labor remuneration based on your work. What do you think of my idea?"

After hearing this, Julie asked worriedly: "But we don't know anything about business, how can we work?"

Wei En said: "Don't worry about this. You will definitely get training. As long as you are willing, you can do it slowly. You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you have to walk the road step by step."

Carmen said: "Wei'en, what do you want to do?" After hearing Wei'en's plan, she felt faintly disappointed.

"I want to set up a club to promote literature and art."

"What does literary propaganda do?" Benson asked.

"Its scope is so wide. For example, if the store has just opened, we can plan an opening ceremony to make it a hit. Or if the rich man dies, we can organize a grand opening for him.

Guang's funeral gave his family special dignity, and for example..." Wei En became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes almost glowing green.

Everyone looked at each other, "Can this make money?" Vincent suddenly asked.

"To be honest, I'm not sure." Wei En smiled and said, "But now is a period of peace. There are no wars or major natural or man-made disasters. People's lives are relatively stable, and cultural revitalization should be a matter of time.

"Looking at everyone, Wei En said: "What's wrong with you? You don't have confidence? Haha, if you want to do it, you have to be the first one to eat the crab."

Ruola sighed and said: "Wei'en, can you have some practical ideas, such as starting a business, opening a restaurant, etc. I think your ideas are too hollow."

Wei En said: "You are still a college student. You are younger than me, but you are more conservative than me. It's not like I haven't thought about doing business. One is that the investment is large and it is difficult to change careers. In addition, it is not in line with my interests. You guys are also slow to get started.

We need to invite someone else."

Zhu Qing said slowly: "I think Wei En's idea is very interesting, and it might be successful."

With the exception of the Seven Sisters, everyone has become accustomed to Zhu Qing's over-mature sophistication. Anyway, Wei En is constantly doing all kinds of weird things, so having one more child prodigy is nothing.

"You think, we have no connections and no experience. We are novices in any industry we enter. So why not just enter a completely new industry? If we drown in any river, we will drown. Maybe we will choke.

After two mouthfuls, it came to the surface. Moreover, throughout history," Zhuqing coughed: "You can develop faster by doing things based on your own wisdom and creativity than following others."

Julie covered her mouth and looked at Zhu Qing, her almond eyes almost turning into two peaches.

Wei En laughed and said, "As expected of you, you are my secretary. These words deeply touched my heart."

"I haven't said a word yet, so I often die uglier than others." Zhu Qing rolled her eyes at him.

Wei En did not feel dissatisfied: "For speculation, risk and reward are directly proportional."

Alva whispered: "As a flute player, I'm afraid I can't do this."

Wei En smiled and said: "Who said that? You, Benson, Flammy and Carmen will form the backbone of our literary and art promotion agency."

Flami asked in surprise: "What kind of backbone?"

"Flami, what is the most important content of literary and artistic propaganda?" Wei En asked.

Flami thought: "Paintings... words... and music!"

"That's right, it's music." Wei En chuckled.

Ruola said: "But we only have these few people, let alone singing operas. Even if we organize a small chorus, there will be too few people."

"This time, we won't have a chorus. We now have a drummer, a piano player, a flutist, and a female singer. Putting these basic elements together is enough to form a street band."

"What is a street band?" Julie only felt that the terms in Wei En's words were getting more and more fresh, and the more she listened, the more confused she became.

"How should I put it? As far as I know, most of the music and operas in the city now are elegant, and are meant for the appreciation of those gentlemen and ladies. If we want to engage in music, we must target ordinary people.

, take the mass line, so that you can realize your dream of singing, and we can survive."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Even Zhu Qing frowned, not knowing what to say.

Carmen asked: "Is it possible to use music as a means of making money?"

"Why not?" Wei En said confidently: "I don't know about you, anyway, I just want to sleep when I listen to those operas. Music, like words, is not about form, but about connotation. Good music should be shocking.

The power of music. Different groups of people have different tastes. What the people need is catchy, concise and lively pop music. As long as we write the things they like to hear and see in the songs, we won’t have to worry about finding an audience."

"Pop music..." Zhu Qing said thoughtfully: "It sounds interesting, but it seems to have a stronger commercial flavor."

"There is no conflict between music and business. The key is one's own positioning and management. As long as we use sincerity and hard work to arouse the enthusiasm of the public, I believe that even pop music and street art can conquer people's hearts." After looking at everyone, Wei En continued.

Said: "Two outstanding poets with the same talent. Goethe lived a rich life, but his friend Schiller lived a poor life. Goethe helped pick up the bones from the church and bury them. Art does not have to starve to death to be great."

"Well said!" Ruola clapped her hands and said happily: "I have decided to support you!"

"Who is Goethe?" Julie asked with longing.

Wei En choked, turned his head and thought for a while, and said sheepishly: "It seems to be a distant uncle from my hometown. I'm sorry, I can't remember clearly."

Except for the seven sisters, everyone else knew about Wei En's amnesia and nodded to express their understanding. Julie looked at everyone's expressions and did not continue to ask questions.

"Then when do you plan to start?" Zhu Qing asked.

"Just these two days. I plan to move out of Xiao Mansion first and find a house where we can live together. We will have to be self-reliant in the future. I am embarrassed to bother Xiao Te all the time. Julie, you guys are coming too, there are many things waiting for you.

Doing it."

After hearing this, the seven sisters seemed very happy. Julie nodded heavily and said "Yeah" loudly.

"Then what is the name of our literary and art propaganda agency?" Flami asked.

Everyone looked at Wei En. Wei En pondered for a while and said deeply: "Everyone here, the men are like warriors and the women are beauties. Why don't we call them Warriors and Beauties Literary Promotion Agency. Haha..." Wei En was slightly intoxicated.

After a moment, he said: "This name is loud enough."

"Tch!" Ruola was the first to object: "Weien, I really don't understand why the names you come up with are so rubbish. I feel like biting you."

Wei En stared at Ruola angrily: "You are the one who finds fault every time. If you have the ability, you can give me one."

Ruola snorted, turned around and said, "Carmen, give it a name and I will definitely pass it."

Everyone's eyes turned to Carmen, Carmen's face turned red, and Wei En smiled coquettishly: "Carmen, it's you who do it."

Carmen thought for a while and said: "I like a kind of flower. It has beautiful color and fragrant fragrance, but it is covered with thorns, making it difficult to pick it easily. Her name is purple rose."

"Okay." Ruola shouted; "There happens to be one type of rose flower called Ten Sisters. Isn't that exactly the number of women today? This name is great."

Wei En asked strangely: "With the seven sisters including you and Carmen, aren't there only nine women?"

Zhu Qing snorted coldly from the side, and Wei En said hurriedly: "It was my fault, how could I use bean buns as solid food?" He looked at Flemi and said: "Our group is in a state where Yin is strong and Yang is weak.

From now on, we gay men should work more and talk less."

Flami deliberately opened his eyes wide and stared at Wei En, but did not say anything. Wei En was embarrassed for a while. Everyone looked at his appearance and laughed. For a while, the laughter from outside could be heard in the room.

Voice.

Wei En stood up, looked at everyone and said: "From now on, we will be a family. Let's work hard and, in the name of Purple Rose, we can create a sky for ourselves in Fort Rio."

Xiao Te Study Room

Xiao Te sat behind the desk, his face as sinking as water. Max sat opposite him, looking at him with interest.

"Wei'en told me today that he plans to move out of the house in the next two days, take his dozen or so people, and find a place to live by himself."

Max said "Oh" and said, "What, you don't want to give up?"

Xiaote frowned and said, "What are you talking about? I'm just a little worried, afraid that people from the church will cause trouble for him."

"Haha, with Vincent's skill and that boy's cunning, there shouldn't be any accidents in the royal capital. At worst, you can just ask Cheney to secretly send a few people to protect him."

Xiao Te randomly flipped through the books on the desk in front of him, and suddenly said angrily: "This kid left as soon as he said he wanted to, crossed the river and demolished the bridge. He is ruthless and unjust."

Max laughed, walked to the window and said: "Xiaote, Wei En is not the kind of person who will always be protected under your wings. If he is an eagle, he will spread his wings and fly high sooner or later.

"

"Hmph, what an eagle? I think he is just a big rooster."

"If he were really a chicken, would you still value him so much?" Max said with a smile.

Xiaote frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly made a "poof" sound and made himself laugh. Max said: "What are Wei'en going to do?"

"He said he wanted to set up a literary and art promotion agency. I really don't know where he got so many new and strange ideas."

"That's right." Max nodded and said: "A small stream, even if it has many twists and turns, as long as it keeps flowing forward, will one day merge into a river and become a sea."

hemselves.

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Chapter completed!