[Rebirth] King of Theater

When Lin Ni woke up in the hotel, it was almost twelve o'clock at noon, but she still didn't want to get up very much, but wanted to stay awake.

After deciding to lose the second female role in "The Man Who Laughs" and almost tearing her face apart with Alfred Sylvie, for future development, she chose to have dinner with some supposedly powerful producers, Dancing, drinking, tossing and tossing until three or four in the morning last night, I was exhausted, and I had to pretend to be happy all the time, so that no one could see it. In the end, I was exhausted physically and mentally.

However, there is no work at hand now, so she can actually take a good rest for a day.

But she had one thing in mind, and was eager to know the follow-up, so she sat up forcefully, leaned against the bedside, took the phone aside, dialed the front desk service of the hotel, and asked them to deliver breakfast and the newspaper of the day.

"I don't know if that goddamn Sylvie is in a state of desperation now?"

While waiting for breakfast and newspapers, Lin Ni secretly thought in her heart: "Since the headline of yesterday's "XX Star News" has published the news, today there should be more media who hear the news and swarm over it. .”

You know, this circle is a vanity fair, everyone stands on the ice tremblingly, and the people around are like sharks under the ice, all with their mouths open, their fangs bared, staring covetously, impatiently looking forward to the ice. Someone falls off the ground, and then rushes over to enjoy a share of the pie.

"Ha, this is what happens when you offend me." Lin Ni gloated.

But after thinking about it, this petite and caressing woman became uneasy again, and thought to herself: "Will he take revenge on me?"

"Damn it! I'm not afraid. I'll stop being a bloody comedian."

She recalled the producers who danced together last night with resentment and a little expectation: "Last night... well, it should be Mr. Pierre Frondi who made a big shot, people see It also looks quite dignified, and the new movie he mentioned seems to have a promising future... If, if it can really become a star in his mouth, then who cares about one or two bad characters on the stage? Perform in the theater What's the big deal, I'm so tired, I can't make much money, I'm going to be on TV and in theaters in the future."

Thinking of this, deep in her heart, she has new ambitions for her own career development.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the hotel attendant brought the breakfast and newspaper she needed.

Linney didn't even look at the breakfast, and took the stack of newspapers first.

Then, with a malicious excitement, she flipped through the paper.

If someone asked her at this time, "Is there any benefit to you doing this", she would most likely not be able to answer; but if she was asked "Why are you doing this", then she would have something to say.She wants to see with her own eyes the misfortune of the man who looked down on her, she wants to see with her own eyes that damned man who offended her is in a state of embarrassment, she wants to see with her own eyes that man's privacy is exposed, he is ridiculed by the world, and he is ashamed, so that she can vent her anger hatred in my heart.

however……

Not a single word in the newspaper.

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"Good morning Al, what's the news today?"

"Well, the XX tycoon may go bankrupt, the bank statement is as follows...; a priest in a certain place is suspected of indecently molesting a child; the lead singer of a famous band has probably received a court summons again for some low-level misconduct..."

"Stop! Stop! Listen to this low headline, maybe, suspected, probably, is there so much vague, inexplicable, and uninvestigated news in this world every day?"

"Dear Luke, these days, the media don't care about investigating the truth. They are only responsible for selling newspapers to make money. As long as they have money, they are willing to do anything."

"So I get it now, so, how much did it cost you to keep the newspaper from reporting on you and that boy... Hey, don't look at me like that, you know I don't get along with him... Well, Randy, Randy Dee, about you and Randy."

"Well, what nonsense are you talking about, am I the type to obstruct the freedom of the press? Although I did send a check to the newspaper..."

"what!"

"But I didn't say to keep them from reporting on me."

"Dude, be honest."

"I put them off reporting for a while..."

"Is there any difference?" Luke couldn't help but looked at his little friend suspiciously.

Al smiled at him: "The difference lies in being active and passive."

Luke frowned in confusion, and didn't want to admit that even after so many years, he was still clumsy in front of Al, often unable to guess the other's thoughts and intentions, and could only ask like a fool, "What?"

"I made an appointment with the newspaper. When I get married, I will send them invitations. At that time, they can report generously."

"Wait, marriage?" Luke felt more like a fool.

"That's right, buddy. Don't make such an unbelievable expression, come on, let me tell you the mystery. The more secretive and vague a thing is, the more shameful it will be after being exposed ; But if you don’t take this matter seriously, stand up brightly, present the truth of the matter openly, and then beautify the matter, such as calling for human rights and not discriminating against minorities Waiting for something that sounds very righteous, the effect will definitely be extraordinary."

"Sorry, Al, I can't imagine the difference, but you always have your own logic."

"You're right in what you said, and it's always right to listen to me. Well, don't talk about being unhappy, and you will bless me, brother."

"what?"

"Get married, didn't I just say that I'm getting married." Al said this in a tone as happy as sharing candy with his friends.

But there was a look of hesitation on Luke's face.

He hesitated for a while reluctantly before answering slowly: "Yes."

Then, probably wanting to quickly change the topic, he still chose to continue asking: "So is this over? Would you like to warn that damn crazy woman? We have run theaters in the past few years and we have known a lot of people. Can say hello..."

"Don't pay attention to her. Although she really hates her, it's not worth it for us to deal with him. What's more, I still have a lot of things to do." Al laughed after thinking about it. He lowered his head and broke his fingers. He began to talk about his recent plans, what would make "The Man Who Laughs" an unprecedented success, what would be a European tour to make money, what would be the purchase of a larger theater, and next...there would be a formal wedding ... with joy and high spirits.

Luke was in a trance for a while, almost unable to remember Al's pale and emaciated face in the slums when he was a child, like a refugee, with only a pair of green eyes that could barely see.He now seems to be a completely successful person. Although his height is still not very high, his handsome facial features, tenacity and self-confidence that seem to be invincible by anything are enough to make up for all his shortcomings, making him full of energy and radiant. Hui.

"This is someone I've loved." Luke thought, both relieved and sad. "That damn French cock."

So he patiently echoed and cooperated with Al to imagine the future, and after Al finished nagging, he turned around quietly and left, quietly sad alone.

On the other hand, due to the tacit agreement with the newspaper office to "suspend the news at this time and make a big news later".

The news about Al had indeed disappeared from the headlines, as Mrs. Sylvie had wished.

But unfortunately...

Mrs. Sylvie was still not very satisfied.

Because this disappearance is a conditional disappearance after all, and the price is money and interview rights for future weddings...

I really can't tell which way of handling it is more annoying, but anyway, Mrs. Sylvie knows clearly that Al is determined to compromise this time and accept that... daughter-in-law?son in law?fuck it!God damn it, bloody shit!

Just thinking about it...

Mrs. Sylvie felt a headache attack, and her whole body became numb.

So, when Al solemnly took Randy to meet his family members, it was his sister Mary who greeted them.

Wearing an apron, this capable girl stepped briskly out of the kitchen with a welcome smile on her face.

One by one, Al and Randy came up to hug her and kiss her on the face as they took off their coats.

Then, while Randy was hanging up clothes, Al grabbed Mary and asked in a low voice, "Where's Mom? Why are you cooking?"

Mary pouted helplessly, and motioned towards the bedroom: "On the bed."

"Bed? What the hell is she doing in bed?" Al subconsciously looked down at the time and found that it was not yet seven o'clock in the evening.

"did not do anything."

"Did nothing?"

"What else can I do?"

Marie sighed like a little adult, and reminded in a low voice: "If you bring Randy to the door like this, do you want your mother to dance with joy and come out to welcome you? Think about it, it's impossible Yeah, Al."

Madame Sylvie lay flat on a large bed, motionless, with her hands clasped.

Her overall appearance is quite solemn, her hair is permed into a popular wave shape, her eyebrows are painted on her face, she is wearing lipstick, and she is wearing a mink coat that Al bought for her not long ago. Low and out of place, it has the feeling of a high society lady.

But Al just walked to the door of the bedroom, and when he saw this scene, he wanted to turn around and leave: "Mom, what are you doing now?"

Mrs. Sylvie didn't look at him, and looked at the ceiling to herself: "Can't you see? I'm dying."

"Bah! What are you talking about? You want to live a long life."

"But I'm sorry, Al, and Mama's heart is broken."

Al was speechless for a while, really not knowing what to say.

After a long time, he said, "Oh, this... a broken heart doesn't hinder eating. Why don't you get up and have a meal first?"