Chapter 118 115. The little episode in the VIP box

Kawei is a typical 1960s born in an ordinary civilian family in an ordinary city. The whole family of six lives on the salary of his father alone.

He had studied, otherwise he would not be able to go to medical school or work in a hospital, and he would not be able to reach the level before traveling through time. But if we follow the evaluation standards of the 21st century, Kawei was no different from a semi-illiterate person when he was young.

In the era of scarcity of materials, spiritual life will only be even scarce. He has never seen anything elegant since he was a child and has no idea about art.

Kawei only knew that when he first opened the anatomy book, he was deeply shocked by the human body cutting map inside. Since then, surgical operations have been the art in his heart.

He couldn't understand ballet, and he still remembered that he felt strange when he saw this kind of dance on TV for the first time. He danced and said that it was art. After all, everyone has different opinions, but why does a good art have to make the skirt so high? [1]

When he was young, Kawei felt that he was pedantic and conservative, but when he arrived in Austria, he found that the 19th century Europeans were much more conservative than themselves.

The girls on the street all have long skirts, not only to cover their knees, but not even to their ankles. But at the same time, girls dancing ballet in the theater must jump to get their skirts above their knees in order to raise their legs.

Is it really for art?

If it is really for art, why is the VIP box located on both sides?

With such a long distance and such a slant of perspective, are the eyes of rich people crooked?

After all, the value of a private room seat does not lie in the viewing performance, but in the attention of the audience at the bottom. Sitting here is a symbol of status. The real usage of a private room is actually just like Laslow, which is a small social venue for meeting guests.

Of course, there are many types of social interactions these days, and some private rooms will appear too restless.

"Who is next door?" Chino was so upset when she heard the humming voice in her ear. "Do you still want to watch ballet well?"

"It's not the first time you've seen so many operas and ballets. I'm so fussy." Laslow was not interested in art. Whether it's investment or coming here to watch dance, it's all for money. "Don't dancers do this? It's rare for those who are as pursuing as Beatres."

".I can't stand it, can you make a little less sound???"

Chino raised his fist and wanted to hit the wall a few times, so that the next door knew that the world had not fallen to this level. But when he was about to start, he was pulled by Laslow: "The third floor is a super VIP box, and those who can enter here have permanent use rights."

This is very straightforward. Those who sit on the sofa on the third floor are all bosses who have spent a lot of money into the theater.

Chino's voice was instantly shorter: "Who is next door?"

"Theater owner." Laslow smiled and lit up his pipe and comforted him, "You came here to talk to me about business and make money. Those dancers who can't get on the table are also making money?"

Chino lost his temper, but he couldn't help but curse: "What does it mean to take the family to play with him?"

"You haven't bought a private room, you don't understand." Laslow hooked his finger behind him, and the servant guarding the door stepped forward and pulled down the curtains on both sides. "Just pull the curtains, this is an extension of the home, do whatever you want."

"French ballet is broken, I didn't expect Austria to do the same."

"What a innocent Chino, the ballets all over the world are like this." Laslow laughed for his old friend, smiling ruthlessly, "Have you ever heard a word?"

"What's the matter?"

"The Opera House is the place of love for men in the upper class." Laslo exhaled a smoke ring, "referred to as Jiyuan for short." [2]

"Okay OK."

It’s not that Chino didn’t know this. On the contrary, he often came to the opera house and knew the secrets of the VIP box. As long as he booked a box, he had the privilege of going to and from the dressing room and backstage at will during the performance.

But as an elegant man from the birthplace of ballet, he still hopes that art can be more pure.

"Wait, does Bettesi have a financial backer? If not, I can"

Laslow looked at his beloved eyes and said with a smile: "I have it."

“Have it???”

"Otherwise, how could she be the chief?"

Chino felt as uncomfortable as if he was stuffed with a hot soldering iron. He listened to the seemingly breathing sound of the next door, and said in surprise: "No, no, why can't she?"

"What do you think? Of course she took the chief seat based on her own ability."

Laslow looked up at the stage, and Beatres was dancing the ghost dance behind the second scene: "But you have to know that as long as the girls around her have a financial supporter, the financial supporter will become the chief. Even if a person without a financial supporter is outstanding, he can only be a dancer, and sometimes he can't even dance with a supporting dancer."

"Who is her financial backer?"

"I."

Even though Laslow around him smiled like a child, Chino couldn't accept reality.

Because the financial owner represents support, even if there is no physical transaction, the two must have had in-depth spiritual communication, which means that the clean white cloth in his heart has been dyed Laslow's color, and it is difficult to change it any more.

But after hearing the price quoted by Laslow, he could only sigh: "You are too rich."

"I believe you will be the same as me one day." Laslow took off his pipe, knocked off some ash, and suddenly said, "It seems that the next door is over, let's continue talking."

Chino also struggled in the money field for many years and quickly recovered from his loss. The little episode in the box also made him feel a lot: "Before building the factory, I need to clarify the efficacy of the medicine."

"I have an experimental report in my hand."

"No, I don't want to report." Chino said his request, "Even if you give me all of them, I can't understand them with my level of knowledge. Instead of going around like this, it's better to do it more directly."

Kawei understood what he meant: "You mean to see the surgery directly?"

"Yes, the most direct way is to let me see the efficacy of the surgery."

Kavey couldn't accept this request, not because he didn't want it, but because the mothers' stomachs were unwilling: "Mr. Chino, I do have several mothers in my hands who need to have a cesarean section. But there is still some time before the actual due date, so I can't take a huge risk to advance the operation."

“When was it first?”

"About 10 days later."

"It will take that long?" Chino thought for a while and said, "I will stay here for five days at most, and I will have to go back to Berlin after five days."

Laslo faintly smelled a different smell: "You have just come to Vienna, what are you in a hurry? I want to take you around. And once you are sure to build a factory, where will you still have time to go home? I think you might as well move to Vienna directly. You can use my VIP box at any time."

"No, I have to go back." Chino changed his normalcy and directly rejected his kindness. "There are still clothing businesses waiting for me in Berlin."

"So urgent?"

"There are too many orders recently, and it's very urgent," said Chino. "If possible, will Dr. Kavi go to other hospitals to find a few mothers?"

Kawei knew very well that his current status was far from being able to go to other hospitals for "flying knives": "Can Mr. Chino come back in ten days?"

"After I return to Berlin, I will not come to Vienna again in the short term." Chino made it clear, "and if I want to invest money to build a factory, the pharmaceutical factory cannot be built in Vienna, and I have to change the place."

Laslow had previously thought that Vienna's housing prices and labor wages were relatively high, and it would be better to reduce labor costs than transportation costs. Since Chino opened his mouth first, he asked with the flow: "Where do you think you want to change? The lower reaches of the Danube? Outside Graz? Or just move to Innsbruck to the west?"

"No, I mean it can't be placed in Austria."

Chino's decision surprised both Kavey and Laslow.

Kavi was more surprised, thinking that the Italian businessman just wanted more power. But Laslo was different. He knew that Chino was not so aggressive in doing business. Now he insisted on changing the factory site and was so determined. There must be other reasons.

"What do you mean?" Laslow had a bad premonition, and his face suddenly became gloomy. "Is there something big going on recently?"

"A big deal? No."

Then Chino realized that he had missed: "Mr. Laslow is overthinking. Austria is sunny and beautiful, so there will be no big deal. If there is really a big deal, you have to invest in your projects here. Not to mention Austrians, even Americans on the other side of the ocean have heard of it."

"Don't flatter me, I won't take this set." The more Laslow heard, the more strange it became, "You said you're hiding it from me?"

"No."

"Okay, the pharmaceutical factory is located in Vienna and starts construction next month. You can transfer the money at the end of this month."

"Oh, why are you stubborn? Why do you have to choose Vienna?"

"The reason is very simple. Oxytocin was invented by Dr. Kavey. I have applied for the patent and will be able to give a reply soon. No need to ask, officials of all sizes must agree to my name when they saw my name."

Laslow asked: "You and I will pay half of the money for building a pharmaceutical factory, so we will be two-on-one. Dr. Kavey and I live in Vienna, and of course the pharmaceutical factory must be located in Vienna. Why should we move to other places?"

"actually."

"Don't actually, you must have something to hide from me!" Laslo's tone became heavier, "Cino, I treat you as a friend, I have made you a lot of money over the years. But how do you repay me now? I don't even want to say this little news?"

At this moment, the music of the ending of "Giselle" and the audience's warm applause were heard from the audience, but the three of them were so quiet that they could not even say a word.

I don’t know how long it took, but Chino couldn’t help but feel depressed, so he could only suggest: “Both are my friends. Logically speaking, this matter should not be revealed to anyone, including friends. But now Mr. Laslow has asked this, I can only warn you to leave Vienna as soon as possible.”

When merchants reach their level, the funds in their hands are closely related to political and military affairs.

If Laslow had heard this advice ten years ago, he would have started preparing for the move plan. But now he has more identity, so he must ask the reason: "Why?"

“Prussia wants independence.”

"Stop kidding, haven't the Germans been independent long ago?"

"No, that's different. They want to unify the entire North Germany." Chino lowered his voice, fearing that the walls would have ears. "The independence and unity that was said on his lips is more ridiculous than a piece of empty text, and in the end it depends on this."

While speaking, he made a firearm: "Several steel mills in Berlin have been working at full capacity since last year, and new guns and cannons are being transported to the military camps. My clothing factory also undertakes part of the military binding order, which will be delivered before April."

"No wonder you're in a hurry to go back."

"Yes, this time I came to Austria, I didn't have that open and honest. I secretly hid some people." Chino sighed, still not wanting to talk about military and political secrets. "Let's go back to the pharmaceutical factory. I personally recommend building the factory in Italy."

Laslow did not expect that he used the Lombardy history that Kavi used to win over Chino's Lombardy life, but he used it on himself. Dr. Kavi was born in Lombardy, which solved the problem of the drug factory site very well.

Of course, Lombardy is in northern Italy and is too close to Germany and Austria.

"If I guessed well, Italy would definitely make a fuss." Chino could not judge the direction of the matter, "but with Prussia's current strength, this war would not be lost. The south of Italy is still safe, and I think Naples is good."

It is a famous port in Italy and is indeed far from the German-Austria border. Even if a war breaks out, it will not be affected.

And Laslow knew very well that Franz had long lost interest in independent Italy, and now he was considering only Hungary and Prussia on both sides of the east and west: "Naples is a good place, but it is too far from Vienna."

"You can move there too. It's a very beautiful port city."

Laslow would definitely not leave Austria, and even if he really wanted to leave, he would go back to his hometown of Budapest. And Kavi was even more unlikely to go to Naples. Considering the development of medicine, Italy is not outstanding, and it would have to go west if he really wanted to leave.

"How are you thinking?" Chino asked.

"Not really, I think the matter of the pharmaceutical factory should be slowed down first." Laslow's mind is now full of Prussia's affairs.

"Italy is really too far away," Kavi also said as Laslo's meaning, "If there is really a war, I don't think Austria will lose easily."

"You are too young, let's see the achievements of the Austrian Empire over the years." Chino continued to persuade, "Have he ever won even a war between great powers since Franz ascended the throne? Never."

"I won against Denmark."

"That's a war?"

Although the final decision was discussed by the three of them, the prescription was still in Kawei's hands. It was difficult for him to make a decision without nodding. Now that things have developed to this point, without knowing whether there will be war, Kawei can only make a more "constructive" suggestion:

"If it really doesn't work, you can put the pharmaceutical factory in the United States."
Chapter completed!