Chapter 1934 - 528: The Ripples Stirred by the Bell Sound, Echoing in Everyone's Hearts_4

After all, even Baron Gess found resonance in the play, let alone those walking through this era.

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The bell named Feudalism rang out the Thunder City citizens' desire for a republic, resonating in the heart of the long-uneasy Mr. Andes.

The office of the Andes Bank Building.

Yang Andes stood by the window, holding a half-burned cigar between his fingers.

His gaze passed over the layered rooftops, landing on the endless queue, watching the comings and goings at the theater entrance.

Even though it was two streets away, he could still feel the overwhelming heat, as if he were standing amidst the crowd.

"...Prince Colin's handiwork is still so surprising and astonishing," Andes murmured lightly.

His eyes reflected not only surprise but a different brilliance.

As the wealthiest businessman in Thunder City and a confidant of Duke Campbell, his intuition and vision far surpassed the average person.

And because of this, he could see things others couldn't, like the transformative power hidden within the bustling crowd.

This force could lift cannons aimed at civilians by an inch and unleash the fury and roar of millions at lords.

Worldly money and power are insignificant before it.

Because those things, like "Extraordinary Power," are castles built on this soil.

And it is a force closer to the root!

"...The power of this performance surpasses a hundred cannons; I wonder if our Duke has noticed."

Andes muttered to himself, unaware that the ash on the cigar had cooled until he brought it to his lips for a puff.

With an awkward smile, he returned to his desk, gently placing the cooled cigar on the edge of the ashtray.

After a moment's thought, he pulled the bell rope, ringing the bell.

Soon footsteps echoed from the hallway, and his secretary knocked on the office door, entering upon permission.

"Boss, you called for me?"

Andes pondered for a while before speaking.

"Allocate a sum from the account, let's set the amount at one hundred thousand gold coins for now."

The secretary hesitated for a moment, then quickly pulled out a notebook to jot it down hastily.

Andes patiently waited for him to finish and then continued.

"Media is a vast market; we need our own theater and troupe. Find a professional manager, seek out experienced actors, and hire people to write scripts that resonate with us… No matter the cost, I want to see the shadow of the Andes Group in this field."

The secretary put away the notebook, respectfully saying.

"Yes, sir, I assure you the plan will be on your desk by tomorrow."

"I hope to see it by tomorrow morning."

Having given the instructions, Andes loosened his tie, the contemplative face resuming its usual poised smile.

Since the esteemed Prince Colin has demonstrated the effectiveness of this, naturally, he, as an ally, cannot stand idly by.

From Thunder City's newspaper agencies to the Queen Street exchanges, each "copying of strategy" yielded returns far beyond expectations.

Not just visible profits, but those invisible as well.

He believes, this time will be no different.

For the future of the Campbell Duchy, the Andes Family will continue to keep up and implement situational improvements as always.

After all, the Iris Flower Theater Troupe is from the Holy City, so as a Campbell person, he knows better how to evoke the Campbell people's resonance.

Andes walked to the coat rack, took down the well-crafted top hat and tucked it under his arm, glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and continued.

"Also, buy me a ticket."

"I have free time at eight this evening, and I plan to go see what kind of magic Miss Eloise has to attract so many people."

The secretary nodded respectfully.

"Yes, boss."

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In the study of Colin Manor, the oak wood in the fireplace burned brightly, occasionally sparking one or two orange-red embers, warming the fringes of the carpet.

Lying on the carpet by the fireplace, Taufu yawned long and luxuriously stretched before lying back down.

Perhaps feeling something was missing, she smacked her lips and said somewhat lonely.

"I miss your cat."

Sitting at the desk reading, Luo Yan did not respond, as he still found the scripts written by players more interesting.

He was contemplating how to localize them.

Feeling ignored, Taufu felt lonelier, muttering something under her breath trying to moralize him.

"She hasn't been back for so long; don't you care about her at all?"

Luo Yan slightly lowered the book in his hand, glancing at his pet.

"You're not me, so how do you know I haven't gone to see her?"

Taufu perked up at this, raising her neck in excitement.

"Can you take me next time!"

Though Sarah often caught her, the cat's movements were gentle, unlike someone who employed "frightening" tactics.

Moreover, this person didn't just do it himself but also summarized the egg-laying method as experience and taught the crazed Vivian.

She has to admit, Zeta people don't dislike laying eggs; it is indeed a novel experience. What she opposes is doing it for free; these hairless monkeys that Zeta likes should exchange it for time, like at least spending time playing with her.