Before his time travel, Odis had certain moral standards for himself, but after the time travel, his mindset changed. He felt that he was living a different life and wanted to experience it.
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With so many prostitutes on the streets, whether openly or covertly, it would be strange if Odis, having a little money, didn't have some designs on them.
However, Odis soon discovered that the sex industry in this world was far too brutal.
He had seen some movies about "ladies of the night" and had also heard stories about "Yangzhou slender horses" and "someone's lover".
I know that if this industry is even slightly upscale, it should look more respectable and cultured.
There should at least be some artistic performances and a chance to chat with the girls, right?
Later, as she gained a deeper understanding of the industry, Odis felt the malice of the city. Many streetwalkers lived miserable lives, especially those who contracted diseases and died in their prime.
Odis also considered some methods, such as using the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery to introduce female workers to some factories.
However, he discovered that many of the female workers returned to working as streetwalkers after a period of time.
After inquiring, Odis learned that most of them lost their jobs again because the factories laid off workers due to the introduction of more advanced machinery, while others lost their jobs again because the factories closed down or managers deliberately dismissed them.
It was only then that Odis began to seriously consider this issue. He discovered that ordinary people, especially those from poor families, did not have many choices in this era.
Although society is developing and even creating many new professions, people from poor families do not have enough knowledge to get on board this train of rapid development and share in the benefits of the times.
Ultimately, they still lived in poverty, or even misery.
Odis finally deeply felt what "the tragedy of the times" meant, and at the same time he realized that with his status and abilities, it would be difficult to help these women through legal and compliant means.
That's when he came up with the idea of reforming the streetwalker industry in Backlund. While he was making plans, he rescued Mandy, who was about to be sold to a black dance hall because of her debt problems, and began to train her to be his deputy.
With a detailed plan in mind, he used the power of mysticism to subdue the gang led by Enoch, and gradually advanced his plan. In the end, he used all his savings and all the money he could borrow to open the "Nanmu Ballroom".
After the dance hall opened, Odis discovered that the streetwalkers didn't ask for much; they just wanted a safe and protected place to do business.
But without Odis's efforts, they would not have been able to even have this request fulfilled.
Afterwards, Odis spent more than half a year cultivating a group of streetwalkers with certain literary and artistic literacy, who could play at least one musical instrument and various social dances, according to the requirements of "pure courtesans".
At this level, they really can no longer be called streetwalkers; they should be called socialites.
It was from that time that Odis began to build his own intelligence network.
Because this kind of "business" was so novel, it attracted a large number of high-ranking nobles, wealthy people and members of parliament, and even a few princes came secretly.
This is equivalent to planting many informants within the upper echelons of Backlund society.
Odis had previously confirmed through this intelligence network that the noblemen who had visited the "Rossel Memorial Exhibition" alone had not acted strangely recently.
At the same time, Odis cleverly used the power of several important figures to make the "Nanmu Dance Hall" gray industry legitimate.
As the tobacco in his pipe burned out, Odis cleared his throat, ending his thoughts on the past.
He looked out the window and began to think about the new knowledge he had gained after his promotion.
...
15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.
Klein returned in a carriage hired by journalist Mike. As soon as he entered the door, he casually took out a coin and silently thought to himself, "I have met Mr. Gar before."
"I have met Mr. Gar before."
"..."
While silently counting down, he flicked the coin up – heads!
I had indeed seen it before!
Klein closed the door, strode to the sofa, and began using "Dream Divination": "The scene of my meeting with Mr. Gar."
"The scene of my meeting with Mr. Garr."
"..."
After silently repeating it seven times, he sat on the sofa and fell asleep through "meditation".
In a half-asleep state, Klein saw a small reception room with an upscale sofa and coffee table, and a cigar box on the coffee table.
This is the scene of their meeting.
Soon, this familiar scene was covered by a layer of rolling gray fog, and the view was also blocked by the rolling gray fog.
Klein instantly woke up from his dream, frowning: the divination had failed.
Is it due to insufficient information? Or is it blocked by some advanced sealing artifact?
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
Ding-a-ling~
The doorbell interrupted Klein's thoughts. He went back to the door and saw Mrs. Starling Summer's maid inviting him to a party.
Klein then remembered that he had promised Mrs. Summer to attend the "matchmaking event" she was hosting at her home today.
As for Mr. Gar's question, we can consider it when we have time, or we can simply leave it at that. After all, they are not on the same page, and there is no need to go to the Gray Fog for divination.
...
Around 1 p.m., Odis arrived again by carriage at the Backlund Fight Club in the Hilton district.
Head coach Federer still practiced with Oddes. After reviewing and thinking last night, Oddes used Tai Chi to practice with Federer today.
During his university physical education classes, Odis learned Tai Chi, and his understanding of this style of martial arts was more profound than that of Bajiquan.
He used moves like "Wild Horse Parts Its Mane" and "White Crane Spreads Its Wings" one by one, leaving the club members practicing around him completely stunned.
Federer thought to himself, "Has he learned a new fighting style? This style is very good at deflecting and generating force. I've never seen it before. It's just that the stance is a bit strange."
"However, Odis has not yet fully mastered this school of fighting techniques, otherwise he would be very difficult to deal with."
Even so, Odis had occasional opportunities to retaliate today.
After practicing for more than an hour, Federer nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. It's clear you've put a lot of thought into it."
Odis thanked Federer and, just like yesterday, began to review and reflect.
This made Federer, who was busy instructing other members and occasionally glancing over here, sigh: "Maybe in another week, I won't be able to instruct him anymore."
It was already evening when I left the club.
Odis was not affected by the gray fog outside. He smiled with satisfaction. He had gained a lot this afternoon.
On his way to the public bus station, he saw the same middle-aged man in his forties, who looked a bit disheveled, again.
This time, the middle-aged man stepped forward with a smile: "Friend, want to make money?"
Odis scrutinized the other person: "Think about it, what? Do you have any illegal ways of making money?"
He thought to himself: I hope I don't run into someone offering a large sum of money for a child.