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 was the operator directly appointed by the Savoy Party boss Gardner Martin, but he was quite respectful to Lumian and said with a flattering smile: Mr. Charles, would you like to know about the situation of the dance hall
"Okay!" Luanmi took the report from René and read it carefully. Louis and Sakota, who were standing behind him, felt that they didn't know this leader again. He was a young man from a rural area, but he could understand such complicated financial statements. If it were 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 report with its own "supernatural effect".
René took the opportunity to introduce himself to his new boss to help him better understand the business situation of Breeze Ballroom. "On weekdays, our daily income is between 1,200 and 1,800 Felkins. On weekends, this figure can reach up to 5,000 Felkins, and normally it is 4,000..."
Last year's total revenue was 645,425 filgins, 37 copeks. Judging from the current trend, there will be a certain increase this year, but not too much. This requires the support of 12 thugs, 4 bartenders, 6 waiters, 3 cooks, 6 kitchen helpers, 3 handymen, 3 dishwashers, 4 cleaners, 1 waiter supervisor, 3 financial staff, 3 wine and food buyers, and 1 coachman.
Their average annual salary is 100 fils, and we also provide free lunch and dinner, which costs a total of 5,300 fils.
"As a manager, my annual salary plus year-end bonus is about 7,000 Felkins."
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 guests, we will take 3%. The transaction is usually conducted in the room on the second floor 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...
The cost of alcoholic beverages such as wine, champagne, beer, brandy, liqueur, absinthe, and soft drinks of different flavors, ice cubes, and various ingredients is about 120,000 filgins per year. We bought this house and do not need to pay additional rent. Together with the cost of raising horses, site maintenance, gas, tap water, singer and band fees and other expenses, our annual cost is about 230,000 filgins.
"Of the remaining 410,000 Felkins, the boss will take 200,000 Felkins, and you will also need Felkins to maintain good relations with the police officers at the General Police Department. Mr. Xia, you can freely use about 110,000 Felkins, which includes your personal expenses, replenishment of guns and ammunition, rewards for your subordinates, and compensation for the victims and the injured..."
"It's a pity that the people in the market area don't earn very much, otherwise we would make more money from alcoholic beverages..."
Of course, Lumian also had to reward his subordinates from time to time and set aside a pension and arms fee for possible conflicts, but he didn't need to live too well, didn't need to hire servants, and had no need to hold banquets. Rounding it off, he was roughly equivalent to a minister. The only problem was that ministers didn't just have their apparent income.
A coolie's annual salary was about 700 Felgins, a maid who lived and ate at her employer's home earned about 480 Felgins, a construction worker's annual salary was only 1,000, and those skilled workers only earned 2,500 Felgins a year. A senior engineer's income was between 10,000 and 20,000 Felgins a year.
Sure enough, the shortcuts to making money are written in the code...
No wonder Brinell was reluctant to leave this ballroom... Lumian remembered what his sister had 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 Sequence 6 potion formula and the corresponding materials.
When René finished speaking, Lumien nodded and asked, "Why do you give the dancers a basic salary? He's not reluctant, he's just curious." "Our Savoy dancers are all under the control of Red Boots. She requires us to pay a basic salary and not force the dancers 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 the people in the loan business. These were previously under the control of Baron Brinell, and there was no conflict. How should we coordinate now?"
Lumian had many thoughts in his mind, and he finally thought that "Red Boots" Franca and her sister Auror were similar in some ways. Was it because they belonged to the same hidden organization? But if it was Auror, 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, "Let's leave it like this for now. Don't make any changes." "René, help me deal with the police officers during this time. 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 as per previous rules, Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel before lunch, and went straight upstairs and knocked on Charlie's door.
Charlie had just munched on a baguette with a glass of light 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?"
Lumian smiled and said, "How about being a waiter at the Breeze Ballroom? You don't have to join the Savoy Party. You should get 70 Felkins a month, and the tips belong to you. 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's eyes widened. "Have you gained the trust of Baron Brinell?" You can arrange for people to work as waiters 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 Hammer At, and the boss of the Savoy Party handed the Breeze Ballroom over to me."
"Is that so?" Charlie suddenly realized, then blurted out in astonishment, "You killed Hammer Et as well?" Lumian nodded and said, "Don't tell anyone about this. I'm afraid the police will cause trouble."
Charlie was speechless for a moment. After a few seconds, he muttered, "Shouldn't those guys from 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 now."
"Good idea," Lumian praised.
If the leader 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 cease to exist. Of course, before Louis Lund visited again, Lumian did not want them to do such a stupid thing.
Charlie thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll go to the Breeze Ballroom in the afternoon. Who should I look for?" Haha, I seldom go to the ballroom because I have no money, but 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 and looked to the side, where there were two cleaning ladies cleaning. One of them looked to be in her early fifties, but upon closer inspection she was only in her forties. She originally had flaxen hair, but wore a bright blonde wig, eye shadow and powder, which covered her fine wrinkles but could not change her haggard look.
"What is this?" Lumian asked Charlie.
Charlie explained with a click of his tongue: "You didn't know yet? Our stingy landlord has changed his personality and no longer hires someone to clean the house only once a week. He chooses to hire two cleaning ladies to work for a whole morning every day. "Tell me, tell me, isn't this a very big 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 the Breeze Ballroom, suddenly thought of the salary of a cleaning lady of 70 to 80 Felkins per month.
But that's from morning to night, and this kind of half-day work can only make 45 Felkins at most. Two half-day cleaning ladies will not make more than 100 Felkins a month. Hiring someone to do a general cleaning once a week is 18 Felkins each time, and Mr. Efe promised me that it would be increased to twice a week, which means 150 Felkins a month. How can this be considered not stingy? This is careful calculation! "Lumian sneered. He suspected that if a cleaning lady only took half a day to clean the entire hotel, no one would take such a job. 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 woman 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 theater actress. She used to dress like this. She still dresses like this now."
No one knows whether what she said is true or not. When I was a waiter at the White Swan Hotel, I heard from the kitchen helpers that many prostitutes, when they get older, are despised by others and can only do jobs like dishwashers and cleaners.
Lumian recalled Elodie's appearance and felt that she must have been pretty when she was young. As for whether she was a theater actress or a streetwalker, 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 des Gardes. He wanted to tell Mr. K that he had completed the mission!