"There aren't enough people in the village. We have to set this up in Vessaria. We'll discuss it later."
Adrian Hawthorne filed the idea away. The house he'd bought in Vessaria would be perfect for it. He even had a candidate in mind to manage the place. Winston Lowell, the leader of the local hooligans, had recently asked him if he could find some work for his mother. Mrs. Lowell wasn't in good health and couldn't handle heavy labor. She could only assemble paper boxes at home, and the work was ruining her eyesight for a meager ten-or-so yuan a month.
He hadn't been able to think of anything at the time, but an idea struck him now. If he opened a screening room, Mrs. Lowell would be the perfect person to manage it.
Even if the authorities came to investigate, it wouldn't be a problem. Since Mrs. Lowell was in poor health, they wouldn't be too hard on her. When the time came, he could find a way to smooth things over with the relevant departments. It should be fine.
