Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 204 Sir Gordo Craig

The Morris brothers chose to go to Craig Orphanage by horse-drawn carriage.

Both of them are outstanding foreign students from the Repin Academy, but neither of them knows how to teleport.

They are indeed excellent international students, without any water in the water. Repin did not spend money to introduce low-level international students to increase international visibility.

But I don’t know how to teleport because my school’s expertise is not suitable for this job.

Fortunately, renting horse-drawn carriages is a well-established service in the city, otherwise it would be quite tiring for the two brothers to walk to the welfare home in the suburbs.

"Oh? Are carriages so advanced now?" Da Mo looked at the carriage parked in front of him curiously. The rented carriage he rode half a year ago was much worse than this.

He looks like someone who often goes out to play, but in fact he is either in the laboratory or in training every day and rarely leaves school.

He came here on a scholarship with the intention of returning to build his hometown after graduation, not to enjoy life.

The car has a clean environment, comfortable seats, and a small dial showing numbers.

"What is that?" Da Mo asked, pointing at the small dial.

"It's the odometer, get in the car quickly." Xiao Mo urged. He always felt that it was shameful to ask some common questions in public, as it would expose that they were people from a small place and had never seen the world.

"Odometer, how is it done? Does it calculate mileage by timing and speed?" Da Mo was very curious.

"It's connected to the wheel, and it counts the number of times the wheel turns."

"Then multiply the circumference to calculate the mileage. What a clever design," Da Mo exclaimed. "Why has the horse-drawn carriage service changed so much? Have they finally found their conscience and decided to improve their service?"

In his memory, the carriage driver always seemed to be indifferent to everyone, refusing to pick up passengers at any time, and always trying to charge more for the fare.

It’s not that there aren’t good drivers, but they are definitely a minority.

Having said that, I wonder if the itinerary here has been tampered with to secretly add mileage.

"It's probably not a change of heart. It's said that an inventor has created a carriage that doesn't need horses or tracks. Some companies are already trying to produce it. The carriage companies are all feeling a sense of crisis."

It turns out that only when it concerns one's job will there be motivation for improvement.

"Hasn't that kind of car existed for a long time?" If Da Mo remembered correctly, the self-propelled magic car was an old thing from hundreds of years ago. However, due to its high cost and its lack of other uses besides transportation, it has never been popularized.

I heard that when it was first manufactured, it was claimed that it would change the future of people's travel methods, but in the end it had no impact at all.

Every once in a while something pops up that claims to change the future, but in the end most of them turn out to be gimmicks that are not worth even a little fun.

"This one is different. It doesn't use magic. It's a completely mechanical structure. I think it's called an internal combustion engine. The cost is much lower than the magic car. It even held a competition with a horse-drawn carriage."

"Won?"

"I lost. My car broke down on the way and I couldn't restart it no matter what I did."

"Then why is the carriage company in such a hurry?"

"Because everyone can see that the internal combustion engine will be improved to the point where it can be used, but a horse will always be just a horse."

It was probably the last horse-drawn carriage operating in the city, carrying the two brothers all the way to the suburbs.

On an estate filled with olive trees is the Craig Welfare Home.

A charity funded by Sir Godot Craig that cares for orphans up to the age of 14.

In the past, these things were done by the church, but the church's welfare organization usually only provided food and accommodation, and Craig Welfare Home also provided basic education.

Try to avoid joining a gang seamlessly as soon as you leave the orphanage and create more orphans.

14 years old may sound very young, but under current conditions it is considered a long time to be cared for.

After all, most of the 14-year-old poor kids on the street have 8 years of work experience.

Those who are recruited through social recruitment are considered skilled workers.

Xiao Mo followed his brother into the main building of the manor, which was a large house with a structure a bit like a church.

In front of the colorful windows, a group of children in uniform stood in three rows, bathed in the lazy light of the evening, and sang in unison under the direction of a fat aunt.

"Look at the road you have traveled,
"The forgotten child is lost,

“Please lend them a helping hand.
"Take them till dawn."

Da Mo doesn't understand music. Singing is the main shortcoming in his perfect student persona, let alone music theory.

For many years, showing his talent has always been a problem he could not overcome. When he was a child, when there were family gatherings, one child would always sing a song and another would dance.

Oh, and Xiao Mo can even perform mental arithmetic.

Only he can't show how to play basketball in public.

To the extent that he has never had any interest in musical performances, as they always remind him of the ridicule from his relatives and elders.

But he still listened to the children's singing carefully.

It sounds good.

It sounds really good.

They were so professional that they didn’t seem like a group of kids. The songs they sang were better than many of the songs on the Internet that he used for testing.

There is a feeling of being purified.

"Very good, you are now the best choir in the city. Believe me, those people in the opera troupe are not as good as you."

An old man's voice came from the shadows.

The young singers couldn't hide their smiles on their faces.

"And what about the curtain call?"

Everyone hurriedly performed a not-so-standard salute.

"Okay, dismiss. Desserts have been prepared for you, but remember you can only get them after dinner. Anyone who doesn't eat well will not be allowed to go out and play tomorrow."

Before he could finish, the children ran away cheering and rushed to the cafeteria.

The empty hall soon became quiet.

"Hello, we are..." Da Mo was about to introduce himself.

"Brother Morris, huh?"

The servant pushed Godot in a wheelchair out of the shadows.

He looks a bit unkempt, not like a noble of high status.

Messy hair, unkempt beard, and a tired look on his face.

If it weren't for the wheelchair he was sitting in, which looked like it was worth a fortune, it would be hard to believe that this sloppy middle-aged man was a member of the Craig family.

"Sir Craig, I've always heard that you're willing to help homeless children. I didn't expect you to take such good care of these children. This is simply the most beautiful chorus I've ever heard. You are such a kind person."

Da Mo has never heard a few rounds of singing.

However, when facing investors, he decided to use the flattery skills he had learned throughout his life.

It is usually more effective to brag about a person's career or hobbies than to brag about the person himself.

This is a new little flattery trick he has learned.

"What if I tell you that these children are actually trained to satisfy the special hobbies of the big shots?" Godot suddenly said.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little awkward, and Da Mo stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.

The silence lasted for half a minute.

"Hahaha, I was just kidding. Look at how shocked you look." Godot laughed so hard that he kept coughing.

"These children are my treasures. I want them to become big stars, or at least be able to support themselves without having to work as child laborers in factories."

"So you were joking. You scared me. I said Sir Craig wouldn't be that kind of person." Da Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

If what the other party said was true, he would definitely not continue the cooperation. The investment is gone, and he would definitely find someone who would accept it after the player was made.

"Don't be too nervous. It's just a joke to relax you. You don't have to call me Sir anymore. Just call me Gordo." Gordo said as he stretched out his right hand.

Damo quickly reached out and held it. "Ah, my hand!" Godot said in pain.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Da Mo tried to let go, but found that his hand was held backwards and he couldn't let go at all.

The more he held his hand, the more anxious he became. In panic, he pulled his hand away suddenly, and then watched in disbelief as Godot's hand was pulled away as well.

"No, this, I..."

When he was at a loss, Xiao Mo reminded him, "Brother, it's a fake hand."

"Ah? A fake hand?"

"Hahahaha!" Godot burst into laughter again, "I tricked another one. How about it, my prank is not bad, right?"

After two shocks, Da Mo was a little confused.

"Unfortunately, this trick can only be used on people who are not familiar with me. People who know me know that I can't use my right hand. To be precise, I started to lose my right hand last year."

Godot said in a nonchalant tone.

Da Mo didn't know what to say. Are all rich people's ideas so weird?

"Are you little Maurice?" Gordo turned his gaze to little Maurice standing beside him.

Xiao Mo didn't reply, just nodded. Except when facing his brother, he always acted like a loner.

"This is incredible. He created this inscription prediction system at such a young age. It has made several inscription mages in our family unemployed."

"Sorry." Da Mo quickly apologized on behalf of his brother. No matter what the reason was, it was always right to apologize first.

"There's no need to apologize. It's not your fault that you created something that promotes development. On the contrary, it's a great contribution. As for how to minimize the negative impact of new things, it's something we should consider. But obviously, we're not that human either."

Although Godot's tone was very relaxed, Da Mo always felt that he sounded very negative. What was hidden behind the joke was a heart full of despair.

But Da Mo can understand that if he also suffers from such a disease, he will definitely be more depressed.

"Look at what you've accomplished."

Da Mo hurriedly handed over the adjusted player, and the servant behind Godot caught it with both hands.

"What did your brother do here? As far as I know, as an employee of the Drogo Group, the copyright of the results he produced during his employment will be related to the Drogo Group."

"I didn't create any content." Xiao Mo answered first.

"Ha, I admire you," said Godot.

Dae Mo walked over to the servant and said, "Let me show you how to use this."

Godot shook his head and said, "I think a good music player should be able to be used by people without any learning."

"If it is produced, it will be equipped with instructions."

"Believe me, not many people take that thing seriously," he said to the servant, "You can try to operate it, don't worry. But why does this thing smell like burnt food?"

Gordo sniffed doubtfully.

Da Mo's eyes drifted towards the ceiling, trying to hide his inner nervousness.

The servant turned on the player, which was a rectangular cube ten centimeters square and five centimeters thick.

After startup, an illusion display window will pop up. For Da Mo, using illusions is more familiar than using the screen.

The player is linked to Hongzhong Network’s music platform by default.

This is a platform that is still in trial operation. There are not many music tracks, mainly works by Underground Abandoned and various film, television and game soundtracks of the Drogo Group.

There are not many users because this is the platform with the highest threshold launched by Drogo so far. If you want to use it, you not only need to know illusion and mimicry, but also need to know audio spells to play the music content yourself.

Otherwise it wouldn't be in trial operation status.

Damo's project aims to solve the problem that most people cannot use this platform.

In fact, Zhuoge Group is also working on this issue internally, but due to severe lack of production capacity and the fact that there are many projects that are more important than listening to music, it has been scheduled for a long time later.

Godot keenly captured this opportunity and prepared to make a fortune.

The servant was about to log into his account.

Godot interrupted and said, "You'd better log in to mine. My account has a membership, so I don't have to listen to ads."

Then he directly told the account password without letting the Morris brothers avoid it.

"Zhogo is still doing business. He said that all the music on the platform is free to listen to, but when I came in, I found that there was a half-minute advertisement before each song. If you don't want to listen, you have to pay."

Godot actually didn’t say the whole thing, except for the opening advertisement, and there’s also an “extremely vicious” chorus watermarked to make people feel sick just when they’re enjoying it the most.

Moreover, the membership of the music platform is divided into many levels.

The lowest level is ad-free, but there is a limit on the daily usage time, and ads will continue to play after the time limit is exceeded.

The higher tier is permanently ad-free, but the sound quality is not the best. You have to pay if you want to unlock higher sound quality.

Although most people are not sensitive to sound quality, the difference is actually not that big, far less than the difference caused by the difference in level between spell playing.

But the "higher" itself, no matter what it is, has already grasped the pain points of the needs of the nobility.

Godot is the highest-class supreme member.

In addition to top dubbing quality, there will also be a cool avatar frame, a dazzling title, and the privilege of sharing designated songs with a certain number of people for free listening in the comment area.

This resulted in people sending him messages every day asking him to share songs.

It was annoying, but I didn’t block the messages because it felt great.

The servant fiddled with it for a while and successfully played a song.

It is one of the representative works of Underground Abandoned Son, "Still Waiting".

A powerful distorted arpeggio was played, and the sound was cheap from the burnt player, but it unexpectedly had a more punk feel.

But Godot obviously didn't like this kind of music very much and signaled his servant to play the next one.

After a while, I had figured out all the functions of the player, including selecting tracks, adding tracks to my favorites, and caching some tracks in the Magic Player so that they can be played when not connected to the Internet.

"Not bad, I have two suggestions for improvement. One is to add the option of adjusting the tone, and the other is to have a way to listen to the song without being heard by others. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, not yet."

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly."

"But now, I am confident that I can make the music program better."

"Music program?"

"Yes, in cooperation with the Zhuoge Group, a music competition program, we use the program to promote the player, and at the same time the player also feeds back to the program and can also make my children famous." Godot introduced excitedly.

Da Mo didn't think this kind of show was interesting, but he still laughed and agreed.

"But doesn't the Craig family have a bad relationship with the Drogo Group?" Xiao Mo suddenly muttered.

"Xiao Mo!" said the brother nervously.

"Yes, the relationship is not very good, but we are a big family, aren't we? If someone has a bad relationship with them, there must be someone who has a good relationship with them, otherwise how can my nephew give so many obsolete constructs to Drogo." Godot replied.

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket?”

"Ha, I like that statement. Who said that?"

"boss."

“I think your boss and I are quite similar,” Gordo sighed, “We’re not quite human.”

　ps. The lyrics sung by the children's choir are from "The Chorus".

　　Good movie, highly recommended.

(End of this chapter)