Royal City, third floor of the Moulin Rouge.
Margaret was slightly distracted as she looked at the title deed in Ryan's hand and the contracts of the people related to the Moulin Rouge.
She didn't expect Ryan to be so fast.
In just one day, Ryan had actually gained actual control of the Moulin Rouge.
Then Margaret bowed slightly to Ryan, and her beautiful vagina was exposed to Ryan.
"Master Ryan, you are truly decisive. From now on, Margaret and the sisters at the Moulin Rouge will depend on you, Master Ryan."
Ryan, who was a little dazed by the huge snowball, coughed twice.
"Ahem, of course. I, Ryan, have always been generous to women, especially beautiful women."
Now that Ryan controls the Moulin Rouge, he naturally hopes that the Moulin Rouge can bring him profits.
After all, who would complain about having too few gold coins?
Ryan asked as he watched the dancers perform.
"Margaret, how much is the Moulin Rouge's monthly revenue now?"
Margaret nodded, "Master Ryan, please wait a moment."
After saying this, Margaret walked out of the room and came back with an account book a few moments later.
After handing the account book to Ryan, Margaret began to explain.
"Master Ryan, the Moulin Rouge's revenue last month was approximately 12,186 gold coins. On average, the Moulin Rouge's monthly revenue can reach approximately 11,000 gold coins."
"One coin yields approximately 132,000 gold coins."
Ryan casually flipped through the account book a few times and then put it down in boredom.
Listening to Margaret's report, Ryan nodded in his heart.
More than 100,000 gold coins per coin is indeed a considerable profit.
After all, the Gray family's tax revenue per day is only more than 170,000 gold coins.
Ryan threw the ledger onto the table.
"Now that the Moulin Rouge has a new owner, it needs to change too."
Margaret's heart tightened when she heard Ryan's words.
But he didn't say anything.
Although the Moulin Rouge is Ryan's property, there is no one from Ryan in the Moulin Rouge now.
Naturally, it was impossible to reassure Ryan.
But Margaret didn't know how many people would be missing this time.
"Okay, follow me downstairs."
"Margaret, call all the people involved in the Moulin Rouge to the first floor lobby, no matter what they are doing. If any customer disagrees, have him come to the first floor to talk to me."
Ryan got up from the bed, opened the door and walked ahead.
Fiona and the Knight Commander followed closely behind.
Margaret called on the dancers and musicians in the room to follow her, and she went from room to room to call people.
Suddenly there was a burst of curses in the Moulin Rouge.
A grumpy guest yells at Margaret.
"What are you doing? I've already paid and taken off my pants, and you're going to do this tomorrow?"
Margaret looked calm, without any trace of her previous timidity.
After all, she now has the giant Grey Family as her backing.
Margaret explained to the guest with a hint of apology.
"I'm sorry, but there are some issues at the Moulin Rouge today. Your money will be returned in full shortly."
"If you disagree, the owner of the Moulin Rouge is on the first floor. You can give him your feedback."
The guest snorted heavily at Margaret's calm expression and prepared to go downstairs to argue with the owner of the Moulin Rouge.
There were many people like him, and they all went downstairs to ask the owner of the Moulin Rouge for an explanation.
A group of people came downstairs shouting.
"The Morris family hasn't resolved their own affairs yet, and they're still trying to meddle in my affairs?"
"Yes! You must give me an explanation tomorrow! I've even taken off my pants!"
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