With three consecutive slightly heavy chords ending, Snow turned his head and gave the butler a look.
The butler who had been standing in front of the gramophone immediately picked up the engraved needle.
"Have they all been recorded?" Snow stood up, turned the huge "trumpet" placed above the piano aside, and turned his attention to the housekeeper who was handling the record he had just recorded.
Thanks to Russell's improvements to the phonograph, it became possible to record records at home.
Although such records are definitely not as refined as industrially produced vinyl records and have a relatively shorter lifespan, if you just listen to them at home, they are much better than those stereos and headphones that cost three to five hundred dollars in the previous life.
"The texture is very clear. It should be the best record I've recorded in the past two days." The housekeeper carefully placed the record on the storage rack, looked at the row of dozens of records, and asked with some confusion:
"Sir, is there any reason why you record so many records?"
"Well, I have an event tonight. It's conservatively estimated to take about two hours. Although the location is also in the West District, if something unexpected happens, I may not be able to come back in time, so you have to keep the music in the room during this time.
Uninterrupted playback, preferably covering the entire room, to ensure adequate stability for our guests."
Snow explained the matter in detail, but still maintained the confidentiality of the room to ensure that Lanerwus could not hear the slightest detail.
"Yes, sir." The butler seemed to realize the importance of the matter and solemnly counted each record again. While listening to it, he mentally planned where each record and the corresponding gramophone should be placed.
…
"Have you finally gone out?" In the evening, seeing Snow in formal attire appearing on the street, Lanerwus, who had been sitting in front of the window, raised the corners of his mouth.
But then, the sound of the piano sounded almost simultaneously from all corners of the room, and Lanerwus's expression of laughter stopped abruptly.
"Damn it!" Lanerwuss cursed angrily, but he was not disappointed. In fact, he already knew everything about Snow going out tonight, including the record array!
Although the consciousness of the True Creator has brought him a lot of inconvenience, within a few months of fusion, part of him has completely merged with the True Creator, which means that he can also see what the True Creator can see.
!
Snow's secrecy can block his eavesdropping, but can it also block the true Creator's gaze on his dependents?
"However, you forgot one thing..." Lanervus let the excitement of the consciousness belonging to the true Creator in his chest ripple, casually lying on the soft bed, forcing a somewhat painful smile, and secretly said:
"No matter how good the music is, if you listen to it several times without stopping, you will still get bored!"
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In the brightly lit Intis Embassy in Loen, the smell of perfume and wine, accompanied by the melodious melody, spread to every corner of the dance floor. At this time, a dance was being held here.
No matter where in the world it is, it is not uncommon for embassy staff to hook up with local celebrities to change the reputation of their country, and Backlund regarded this as a kind of enjoyment.
In the years since he came to Backlund, he would often hold various parties, inviting bankers, factory owners, wealthy people, barristers, and some second-level businessmen... and instill in them the importance of
Tell them about the values of Intis, tell them about the prosperity and prescriptions of Intis, explain that Intis is no longer dominated by the nobility, and tell them that the owners there are the same bankers, lawyers, and factory owners as them...
Well, there is nothing new under the sun, not to mention how much of this kind of book Buddha is real, as long as it can "awaken" a small number of wealthy people like Runen who are lower than the aristocracy no matter what they do.
, can cause enough trouble for this country's decadent political system. In fact, the current contradiction between the old and new nobles of Loen is partly influenced by the Intis trend of thought.
Of course, today's dance is a little different from usual. The reason why Beckron can still stay in the embassy is to serve as a target and help the group of people attract targets.
"It's a pity that we have to bid farewell to the conservative ladies and ladies of Backlund soon!" Backlund shook his head gently, and couldn't help but feel resentful of the little detective who dared to resist. If it weren't for him, he and Zimenger would have lost their lives.
Things related to the Party will never be known to MI9!
"Rosago will teach him a lesson! What I have to do now is to enjoy Backlund's last night!" Thinking of this, Backlund rubbed his face vigorously to restore himself to his usual flirtatious state.
Best condition.
His eyes swept across the dance floor, searching for suitable prey.
Those ladies and ladies with whom he had already communicated were excluded by him. In comparison, he really still liked to try new things.
Many people think that he randomly gives "opportunities" to second-class businessmen to make these businessmen who have no chance of advancement be grateful. But in fact, few people notice that these businessmen often have a beautiful daughter or a daughter.
wife.
Of course, even if they notice it, few people will care about this. Those businessmen obviously have a clear understanding of how to weigh the benefits that may be gained from participating in the embassy ball that gathers celebrities and wealthy people from all walks of life, and the risks that their wives and children may face.
.
Backlund's eyes kept scanning over the beauties, and his eyes were suddenly stuck there like a 386 processor running a 3a masterpiece. At the end of his line of sight, a girl in a black evening dress was standing.
Wandering elegantly in the corner of the dance floor, as if waiting for a gentleman willing to invite her to dance.
She has smooth and flowing long dark hair, a slightly round face that gives her a cute and youthful temperament, a pair of eyes full of curiosity and expectation that seem to be shining with starlight, and a perfect body curve that even he, who has read countless LSPs, can feel the body.
Somewhat feverish.
Backlund walked up almost without hesitation and chatted with the other party familiarly. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this little girl did not appreciate his humor very much, but it didn't matter. After Weiwei mentioned her family's
After accepting the offer of business and her status as an ambassador, the young girl could only shed two tears and agreed to go to the room with him to taste the 1286 Ormere wine.
In fact, if it had been in the past, Backlund would not have used such crude methods. In contrast, removing their conservatism bit by bit would be a more fulfilling approach. But it is very believable that he no longer has time to slowly
Take off this young girl's conservative attire.
But tearing it off by force is not an experience, right?
