Chapter 179 Industry (Please give me a monthly ticket in the last two days) After seeing off "Red Boots" Franca, Lumian returned to the cafe with his two men, Louis and Sakota, and sat in the seat where Baron Brinell usually sat. René, the manager of the Breeze Ballroom, was already waiting there. He was in his forties, with a thin face. Perhaps due to overwork or natural habit, his light yellow hairline was receding like that of a Loen person. This person was a manager directly appointed by the Savoy Party boss Gardner Martin, but he was still quite respectful to Lumian and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Charles, would you like to know something about the ballroom?" "Okay." Lumian took the stack of reports handed over by René and looked through them carefully. Louis and Sakota, who were standing behind him, once again felt that they did not recognize this leader: He is a young man from the countryside, but he can understand such complicated financial statements! If it were the two of them, they would just feel dizzy and want to sleep. Is this a man who is both good at fighting and educated? Louis turned his eyes away from the stack of reports that came with "supernatural effects". René took the opportunity to make an introduction to help the new "boss" better understand the operation of the Breeze Ballroom: "On weekdays, our daily income is between 1200 and 1800 Felgins. On weekends, this figure can reach up to 5000 Felgins, and on normal days it is 4000...

"Last year's total revenue was 64 filkins and 5425 copes. This year, judging by the current trend, there has been some growth, but not too much... “这需要养12个打手、4个酒保、6个侍者、3个厨师、6个帮厨、3个杂工、3个洗碗女工、4个清洁工人、1个侍者领班、3个财务人员、3个酒水和食材采购员，1个车夫……他们的平均年薪是1000费尔金，我们还免费提供午餐和晚餐，总计花费53000费尔金。 “As a manager, my annual salary plus year-end bonus is about 7000 Felgin. "According to the agreement between us and Red Boots, we will provide each dancer with a basic salary of 1 Filkin per day... After they reach a deal with the customer, we will take %... The transaction is usually conducted in the room on the two floors above the dance hall. If you want to go out, you need to pay the fee in advance to the thugs at the door or the head waiter... "Wine, champagne, beer, brandy, liqueur, absinthe and other alcoholic beverages, as well as sodas of different flavors, ice cubes, and various ingredients cost about 12 filgins per year... “We bought this house and don’t need to pay any additional rent… "With the cost of raising horses, maintaining the venue, gas, water, singers and bands, and other expenses, our annual cost is about 23 Fiers... "Of the remaining 41 Felgin, the boss will take 20 Felgin, and you will need another 10 Felgin to build good relations with the police officers at the police headquarters. Mr. Charles will have about 11 Felgin at your disposal, which includes your personal expenses, the replenishment of guns and ammunition, rewards for your men, and compensation for the victims and the injured... "It's a pity that the people in the market area don't have very high incomes, otherwise we would make more money from alcoholic beverages..." As Lumian read the report and listened to René's narration, he gradually formed a clearer impression of the various aspects of the Breeze Ballroom. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: A gangster boss who controls a good business makes a lot of money! According to the newspapers and magazines he had read and the various materials collected by his sister Aurore: In the current Intis, the annual salary of a minister of the Republic is only 10 filgins. Although the government also provides free housing, household linens, silver tableware and two private carriages, they have to be responsible for their own servants and banquet expenses. Of course, Lumian also had to reward his men from time to time and set aside a sum of pensions and arms costs for possible conflicts, but he didn't need to live too well, nor did he need to hire servants, let alone hold banquets. Rounding off, he is roughly equivalent to a minister. The only problem is that ministers have more than just their visible income. A coolie's annual salary was about 700 Felgins, a maid who lived and ate at her employer's home was about 480 Felgins, a construction worker's annual salary was only 1000, and those skilled workers only earned 2500 Felgins per year. A senior engineer's income was between 1 and Felgins per year. As expected, the "shortcuts" to making money are all written in the code... No wonder Brinell is reluctant to leave this dance hall... Lumian remembered what his sister said. As long as he spent frugally and took better care of his subordinates and didn't let them charge into battle, the money left over every year would be enough to buy the formula for a Sequence 6 potion and even the corresponding main ingredients!

When René finished speaking, Lumian nodded and asked: “Why do we have to give dancers a minimum wage?” He was not reluctant, he was just curious. "All the dancers of our Savoy Party are under the control of Red Boots. She requires us to pay them a basic salary and not force them to take jobs. They can earn less if they want, or starve to death if they want." René explained, "In addition to the dancers under Red Boots, there are also girls controlled by people in the loan business. These were previously under the control of Baron Brinell, and there was no conflict. How should we coordinate now?" Thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind one after another, and finally he felt that "Red Boots" Franka and her sister Auror were a bit similar in some ways. Is this because they belong to the same secret organization? But if it were Aurore, she would definitely not handle it this way. She would organize those dancers to resist. She would try to establish an underground school to teach them knowledge and find a new way out for them... If it were me, what would I do... After thinking for a moment, Lumian raised his head and said to René, Louis and others: “For now, don’t make any changes. "René, during this time, you help me deal with the police officers. Once I am familiar with my current location, I will have a good chat with them." ………… After changing the passwords of the two mechanical safes and telling one of them to the manager René according to previous rules, Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel before lunch. He went straight up to the fifth floor and knocked on Charlie's door. Charlie had just nibbled on a baguette with his beer when he saw Charles appear at the door. He asked happily: "Where have you been these past two days? You didn't even go to the bar to drink." Lumian did not answer but asked: "There is a job opportunity, would you like to consider it?" "What job?" Charlie was worried that his meager savings were dwindling and there was no hope of a new job. Lumian smiled and said: "How about being a waiter at the Breeze? You don't have to join the Savoy Party. You should get 70 fergins a month. The tips are yours, but you should also know that these people in the market area will not give tips unless you become a woman and are willing to sleep with them. "Well, there are also some female customers who would ask waiters to do that kind of thing. You have experience in this area, so I don't need to explain more." "Breeze Ballroom?" Charlie opened his eyes wide, "Have you gained the trust of Baron Brinell?" You can arrange for someone to work as a waiter at the Breeze Ballroom without having to join the Savoy Party! Lumian smiled: "I don't need Baron Brinell's consent. The Breeze Ballroom is mine now." "Huh?" Charlie doubted his hearing. Lumian smiled and explained: "I killed 'Iron Hammer' At, and the boss of the Sava Party handed over the Breeze Ballroom to me." "Is that so?" Charlie suddenly realized what was going on, then blurted out in astonishment, "You killed Hammer At as well?" Lumian nodded: "Don't tell anyone about this. I'm afraid of getting in trouble with the police." “…” Charlie was speechless for a moment. After a few seconds, he muttered: “Shouldn’t the Sting Gang go to a nearby church to pray and see if their luck can change? Ever since you came to the market area, their leaders have died one after another. I can’t imagine how they feel right now.”

"Good idea." Lumian praised. If the leaders of the Sting Gang really dared to go to the church of the "Eternal Sun" or the "God of Steam and Machinery" to pray, then this gang would no longer exist. Of course, Lumian didn't want them to do such a stupid thing before Louis Lund visited again. Charlie thought for a while and said: “Okay, I’ll go to Breeze Ballroom this afternoon, who should I look for? "Haha, I seldom go to the dance hall because I have no money. Now I can go there every day." "Go find the manager René and tell him you're a tenant of the Golden Rooster Hotel." Lumian replied simply, looking to the side. There were two cleaning ladies cleaning there. One of them looked to be in her early fifties at first glance, but upon closer inspection one would think she was only in her forties. She originally had flaxen hair, but she wore a bright blond wig and applied eye shadow and powder, which covered her fine wrinkles but could not change her haggard look. "What is this?" Lumian asked Charlie. Charlie explained: "You didn't know? Our stingy landlord changed his personality and no longer hired someone to clean the house only once a week. He chose to hire two cleaning ladies to work for a whole morning every day. "Tell me, tell me, isn't this a huge miracle? It's only slightly worse than the time when I was able to change my luck!" Lumian, who had just finished reading the financial statements of Breeze Ballroom, suddenly thought of the salary of a cleaning lady: 70 to 80 Filkins per month. But that was from morning to night, and the maximum salary for working only half a day was 45 filgins. "Two cleaning ladies working only half a day would not cost more than 100 filgins a month. A regular cleaning once a week would cost 18 filgins each time, and Mr. Efe promised me that it would be increased to twice a week, which means that it would cost about 150 filgins a month. "How can this be considered not stingy? This is considered careful calculation!" Lumian sneered. He suspected that if it weren't for the fact that one cleaning lady couldn't clean the entire hotel in just half a day, no one would take such a job, and Mr. Efe would definitely not hire two. "Really?" Charlie scratched his hair. His calculation ability was completely unable to keep up with Lumian's words. When the two cleaning ladies entered the room without tenants and swatted the bedbugs there, Lumian pointed in that direction with his chin: "Why is there a guy wearing a wig and eyeshadow?" How can a cleaning lady look like this? Charlie lowered his voice and said: "I asked her, her name is Elodie, she said she used to be a theatre actress and she used to dress like this, and she still dresses like this now. "No one knows if what she said is true. When I was a waiter at the White Swan Hotel, I heard from the kitchen helpers that many prostitutes are old and are despised by others. They can only do jobs like dishwashers and cleaners..." Lumian recalled Elodie's appearance and felt that she must have been pretty good when she was young. As for whether she was a theater actress or a street girl, it had nothing to do with her identity as a cleaning lady. After saying goodbye to Charlie, Lumian went to the restaurant on the first floor to eat something, and then took a public carriage to the boulevard area. He is going to tell Mr. K that the task you gave him is completed! PS: I’m asking for monthly tickets in the last two days~ (End of this chapter)