Chapter 26 The opera house where nobles do not come, the private room or the hall
Seeing the excitement, Flagleta couldn't help but let out a yelp, crying with joy.
But when she saw the end, Flaglerta couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
We were seeing the most critical moment, and we were very much looking forward to what would happen next, but it didn’t happen?
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Flaglerta was very angry, almost manic.
"It's so abominable! One newspaper costs 10 kopecks, but two copies cost 20 kopecks. There are so many people buying newspapers. This is such a good way to make money."
"And that's it?"
"Woooo..."
Thinking of how hard she worked to earn money, Fraglietta almost wanted to cry after reading this little content.
At this moment, there was movement outside. Flagleta looked up and then lowered his head and said:
"It's not time yet. If you want to watch the opera, please come back in an hour, or you can wait here for an hour."
"Why are there so few people here? Is the opera really good? We came here because we heard it's good here."
Two people came in, and one of them asked her.
Flaglerta raised her head again and was stunned for a moment when she saw this face.
This is a boy...
But it doesn't look like him. He has such an upright temperament that he doesn't look like a small citizen at first glance.
The people following him also had bright eyes, as if they were protecting his safety. Flagleta's eyes lit up.
Rich man!
She immediately changed her attitude and said diligently:
"My place is the best in this area. No matter what kind of opera you want to see, there is a mobile troupe here today. They are very professional and their singing voice is no worse than that of Faranelli. Do you want to see it?"
50 kopecks will do."
"50 kopecks?"
Peter couldn't help being surprised.
Why is this place so expensive?
You know, 100 kopecks is one ruble.
Peter said:
"Could it be that this is our first time here and you want to trick us?"
"If you only get 50 kopecks for one show, you can buy a serf for eight out of ten shows. You must be very good at making money."
After hearing what the young man said, Flaglerta was not in a hurry. She was no longer the immature girl she once was. She had become famous in this place and had seen many different people.
Flaglerta showed an apologetic smile and said:
"You don't know. Although it's your first time here, I can see at a glance that you are different from others. Others can only sit on the bench and watch, but you can watch in the front room with a very wide view.
Clear.”
"and……"
Flagleta lowered her voice and said:
“There are also services in the room that only distinguished guests can enjoy~”
Peter was moved by the shrewd and seductive words of the woman in front of him.
Is it a technique of whipping the butt into the head to test the way?
Got a private room?
But because consumers should have the right to know, Peter still asked in detail:
"What kind of services are there?"
Fraglietta became more and more excited. If the deal was completed, it would be enough to buy 3 newspapers.
She lowered her chest, revealed a charming look and said:
"Mobile theater troupe, you know, after the performance, you can order whichever one you like. The room is your battlefield."
Peter was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know this.
He glanced at Mirkovsky, who hesitated, then nodded.
Although he has never stayed in such a low-level place, he has heard from nobles, but nobles have more fun.
With Flagleta's expectant expression on his face, Peter thought for a moment and said:
"In that case, I'll just sit in the lobby."
"How much does the hall cost?"
puff--
Flaglerta almost vomited blood. Seeing the expression of approval, she thought she was going to pay, but ended up sitting in the lobby?
Flaglerta persuaded again:
"There is also discounted beer and vodka in the room, but they are much better than the gin outside. Do you really not want to consider it?"
Peter shook his head:
"No need to think about it, just sit in the lobby. How much does it cost?"
Flagletta could only say:
"It's 10 kopecks for one person in the hall and 20 kopecks for you two. If you want to drink gin, the price will not be discounted."
Peter nodded and asked Mirkovsky to pay, while he glanced at the hall.
Although it is a bit shabby, it is kept clean and there is no strange smell.
Peter sat down in a corner. Now he was the emperor, he could come and go freely, and he could go back whenever he wanted.
For an hour, he had enough fun.
By the way, you can also experience the life of the small bourgeoisie and see if they can talk about the literature serialized in newspapers.
Before coming, he took a carriage and visited various newly-established newspaper sales points, and saw that many citizens were very satisfied with buying newspapers.
Considering that the living standards of ordinary citizens are not high, the price of the domestic version is not high, and if you buy a newspaper, you can collect it and read it with others. The price is still very reasonable.
As for the foreign version, it will definitely not be so cheap.
Then Peter asked Mirkovsky to get the wine.
"Your Majesty...Master, we brought good wine. How can we drink wine from a place like this?"
Mirkovsky said politely.
Before Peter could speak, a lying drunkard not far away suddenly muttered:
"What's wrong with the wine in this place? The wine in this place is good!"
"Oh... delicious gin, so good, all the worries are gone after drinking it..."
Peter smiled slightly.
Drunk as hell?
He got Darlier and four other nobles drunk, but he was not even drunk.
Peter ignored the drunkard and said to Mirkovsky:
"Go ahead and buy the gin here and let me taste it."
Why can't he drink the wine that the people drink?
He also knew the history of gin. It was a spirit brewed from juniper berries by Dutch chemists in the mid-17th century.
It was popular in the Netherlands and the United Kingdom at first, and later spread to Russia, but it was still not as good as vodka.
But vodka is more expensive than gin.
There is a saying in the UK, rich man's beer, poor man's gin.
It means that only the poor drink gin.
And the advertising slogan for gin is also - "You can get tipsy for one penny, and you can get drunk for two pence."
The price is low and the wine is strong.
Mirkovsky quickly brought it and then whispered vigilantly:
"Sir, there is something wrong with that drunk man. His clothes are very luxurious and have the crest of a noble family, but they are covered up and you can't see which family he belongs to. This is not someone who should appear in this place."
Mirkovsky was a little worried. Their group's trip was kept secret, and even the Privy Council didn't know the itinerary. Is this a coincidence or premeditated?
Peter glanced at it and nodded lightly.
Mirkovsky quickly went out, and soon some guards came in in disguise.
The guards all reached the hall and guarded Peter.
Only then did Mirkovsky relax a little.
And Peter didn't care very much. It was impossible for someone to assassinate him as soon as he went out.
Most likely it's a coincidence.
The proprietress, Fraglietta, was excited. It seemed that the master and servant had brought good luck, and so many customers came at this moment.
She immediately ran to the back and urged the mobile troupe to be more dedicated in this performance, and maybe they could earn extra income.