Poster

The movie was still playing.

Joshua took advantage of this time to find White Thorn Flower Jazz outside the screening hall and thoroughly inquire about the operation of this theater.

"Is this the ticket?"

Joshua held a silver-white coin in his hand. The front of the coin was Branded with dark gold patterns, and the back had the number 38.

This coin was not Nolan's currency, but a token similar to those used in arcades.

"Yes, sir, what you are holding is an Ordinary Seats ticket. There are also higher-grade Premium Seats and VIP Seats tickets."

White Thorn Flower Jazz showed Joshua two light gold coins. The difference between the two silver coins was the color of the patterns on them.

In an era where printers didn't exist, using these tokens as tickets was undoubtedly much more convenient than handwritten paper tickets.

"The general price for an Ordinary Seats ticket is one silver coin, a Premium Seats ticket is one gold coin, and VIP Seats are usually prepared for the audience I personally invite."

White Thorn Flower Jazz's ticket pricing could be considered reasonable. At least in Nolan, this economically developed small country, ordinary people could completely afford the price of Ordinary Seats.

"What about promotion? Handwritten flyers?"

The flyer Joshua received during the day from the Nolan National Theater was entirely handwritten.

"In the past, we didn't need any promotion. The name White Thorn Flower was the best promotion... but recently..."

White Thorn Flower Jazz didn't dwell in past glory for long before instantly returning to the cold and cruel reality.

So, this theater has been surviving on word-of-mouth until now? There's a Chinese saying that good wine needs no bush, but if there's someone from another tavern soliciting customers at the entrance of your alley every day, even if your wine is fragrant, all the customers will run away.

This was the situation White Thorn Flower Jazz was facing now. No... it was even worse. Not only were all his customers taken away, but even his 'wine jars' were moved away by the Nolan National Theater, not a single one left.

Now, all White Thorn Flower Jazz had left was just a theater.

"Promotional work is necessary."

Word-of-mouth is important, but relying solely on it to survive means you won't even know how you died.

"Of course, sir... I will immediately hire people to write flyers."

"The flyer format is too slow, and I don't think that National Theater will let you distribute them smoothly."

Joshua recalled the recent experiences of the White Thorn Flower Theater. It was clear that the Nolan National Theater was determined to erase White Thorn Flower from the City of Nolan and then dominate Nolan alone.

Nothing is more profitable than a monopoly!

If White Thorn Flower Jazz were to send people out to distribute flyers now, they would definitely encounter layers of resistance, so whether the flyers could be distributed was still a big question.

"Then... sir, what method should we use for promotion?"

White Thorn Flower Jazz wiped the sweat from his forehead. Joshua had already seen that he was at an absolute disadvantage in the competition with the Nolan National Theater, and flyers were the only promotion method White Thorn Flower Jazz could think of.

"Let's go straight to Posters."

Joshua could fully utilize the advantage of the Source Crystal Stone's projection being infinitely expandable. The White Thorn Flower Theater building itself was quite magnificent. Hanging a giant white wall on one side of the theater entrance and projecting one of the most classic moments from "Beauty and the Demon" onto it, then adding the name of the play and the cast list, this kind of promotion would be much more effective than any flyer.

It was like the super-large Posters seen everywhere in cities on Earth.

"Sea... seal?"

White Thorn Flower Jazz seemed to not yet understand the meaning of Joshua's word.

"No need for flyers. The background wall inside the theater's performance hall, I don't know what material you used to make it, but I need one that is large enough and can be stood up and placed on one side of your theater entrance."

"I will prepare it. It might take two or three days."

After White Thorn Flower Jazz finished speaking, he glanced at Joshua and then cautiously asked.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No, go back and keep watching. I don't think you've missed too many exciting scenes."

"Okay, sir."

With permission, White Thorn Flower Jazz quickly ran back to the performance hall.

Joshua was actually considering whether to buy some Popcorn and cola and other sweets in the theater, but after thinking about it, he gave up on this option. "Beauty and the Demon" was not a Popcorn movie, and it wasn't time to make money by selling movie merchandise yet.

What Joshua needed to do now was to first spread the popularity of this movie.

Helan sat in her seat for a long time, not knowing what to say.

She was indeed moved to tears by the plot in "Beauty and the Demon," but besides the emotion, all that was left for Helan was contemplation.

Helan's thoughts were not as simple as Ciri's. In addition to the outstanding storyline of "Beauty and the Demon" itself, what was even more terrifying for Helan was the feeling that 'movie' itself brought to Helan.

That was letting her see a 'new World', which no previous Stage play could do, and Helan yearned for this World very much.

Helan hoped to participate in the World of "Beauty and the Demon" in some way, to help Belle meet that Demon earlier, or to help the Demon drive away those ignorant villagers in the end, and so on.

She did have this impulse.

Helan looked at the 'Tennis for Two' game window floating in her field of vision. She thought of the elf Joshua had drawn with her magic-guided machine before.

'Sylvanas Windrunner', Helan believed that elf had more than just her name. There must be an unknown story behind her, perhaps a story as unforgettable as "Beauty and the Demon."

Joshua was indeed preparing to tell the World the story of Sylvanas, but not in the way of "Beauty and the Demon," but in the way of 'Tennis for Two'.

Thinking of this, Helan felt a sense of anticipation. She didn't know where this anticipation came from. She had read many Travelogues in the academy Library and had sighed at the experiences of the protagonists in the Travelogues.

But she had never so eagerly hoped to personally participate in a story.

"Sister, do you believe that Demons can really fall in love with humans?"

Ciri's sudden question interrupted Helan's thoughts. The movie screen was showing the scene of that Demon and Belle dancing gracefully in the Castle hall.

It was a very romantic scene, accompanied by music, enough to make any audience feel the urge to 'go fall in love right now'.

Helan was also affected by this, and Ciri was no exception.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Nothing... maybe I'm thinking too much."

Ciri touched the 'collar' on her neck. Now that she and Helan were alone, it was the best time to tell Helan her true relationship with Joshua and ask Helan for help, but Ciri hesitated and finally chose to hide it.

Because if she told Helan, she would lose the only connection she had with Joshua.