"After today, we'll be closing down for good."
An elderly voice came from behind them.
Jiang Xia turned around and saw an old man with white hair and beard.
He seemed to be the Movie Theater's manager. Though the old man smiled, he could not hide his sadness. "Today also happens to be the thirtieth anniversary of this Cinema's opening."
Conan remembered something. "No wonder there were so many ladders and ropes in the screening room."
"Haha, I'm terribly sorry." The old man scratched the back of his head apologetically. "The construction crew said they were pressed for time, so it ended up like this."
The sales clerk got angry whenever this came up, and she could not help cutting in. "They clearly could have started tomorrow, but they insisted on moving all that stuff in ahead of time. I really don't know what they're in such a hurry for—bringing the tools early doesn't mean they can start before tomorrow."
A gloomy voice drifted over, picking up her words in a sarcastic tone. "Oh, don't say that. Letting you stay open until today is already very generous of me—if the buyer's boss hadn't told me to wait until this Movie Theater's anniversary was over before starting construction, I'd have torn this place down ages ago."
Jiang Xia turned toward the voice and saw a middle-aged man who looked like an exhausted office worker.
He was the president of the Real Estate Agent company. A cigarette hung from his mouth, his eye sockets were sunken, dark circles ringed his eyes, and he looked drained of energy.
But when Zhangtian Zhengci caught sight of the manager and clerk's angry yet restrained expressions, he immediately perked up as though he had been injected with adrenaline, becoming much more talkative. "Gomera, Gomera, Gomera every