[Rebirth] King of Theater

Mr. Milson locked himself in his office and carefully read the so-called masterpiece.

Then he started yelling, "Al, Al!"

"Yes, sir."

As Al answered, he walked over quickly and asked expectantly, "What do you think of the script?"

Mr. Milson couldn't help showing a strange and hesitant look on his face. While frowning and thinking, he said slowly: "Oh, the subject matter is quite new...but it seems a bit too new. I want to see it again. Look at the content at the back... But here is only the manuscript of one scene, you can look for it later, is there any other manuscript?"

Hearing these words, Al couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

In his originally beautiful fantasy (commonly known as daydream):

At this time, Mr. Milson should come out like a treasure and announce loudly: "Great, I found the best script we want to use! Al, quick! Go and invite this talented author and ask him what the hell is going on. How did he come up with such a brilliant story, and, how much does he want? We've got to get it."

Then, he can cough a few times to cover up, and then pretend to be embarrassed and guilty, but in his heart he said proudly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Milson, I have to confess something to you now. What you said The genius author of the book, the writer of the peerless script, is none other than this."

But now, the dream is broken.

He had no choice but to reply: "I took the manuscript home to read a few days ago, and I will go back and look for it later. I seem to see that there is a second act."

Mr. Milson was not very harsh on the employees. He nodded when he heard this, and simply said: "No hurry, just give it to me when I go to work tomorrow, and I will watch the first scene again later. , think about it."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued to read the script of the first act with a serious face.

Seeing this, Al had no choice but to leave the office.

Alice poked her head out from behind a stack of documents, and asked with concern and curiosity: "What? Didn't you choose a good script?"

Al said, "One was chosen, but Mr. Milson hesitated and wanted to take another look."

Alice listened, and looked at him with concern and tenderness: "It sounds like a good progress, but my dear, why are you still frowning?"

"I just……"

Al thought about it, and was really embarrassed to reveal his hidden secrets and those vanity thoughts, so he had to tell her half truth, "I just like this script very much, and I am worried that Mr. Milson will not like it."

Alice laughed all of a sudden, and felt that his current appearance was like that of a child who took the most beloved candy, ran to present treasures to the adults, and waited for the adults to eat it, waiting for a compliment. Childish and cute, he comforted and said: "Don't worry, the boss always has to think more."

Then, as she continued to sort out a contract, she asked casually, "Speaking of which, what story does your favorite script tell?"

Al replied: "Three women and a man's entanglement."

Alice stopped working in fright.

"What?" She looked over in surprise: "Three women and a man, do they all like him?"

"It should be regarded as a favorite."

"My lord, what good deeds did this man do in his previous life?"

"Perhaps he committed a crime."

Al shrugged his shoulders, very disapprovingly.

Alice couldn't help laughing, a boy of 13 and a half years old, but speaking like a mature man, she didn't feel it, it really made everyone around her laugh.

However, even a young boy has self-respect.

Facing Al's puzzled eyes, Alice only secretly smiled for a while, then brought the topic back to the script, and commented with a smile: "If you can enjoy such a good fortune after committing a crime, most men in the world would not like it." I'm going to run to do evil."

As she spoke, she began to talk to herself: "However, three women and one man... This is a bit like the main cast of "The Flower Girl". "The Flower Girl" was originally Both the first and second female lead like the male lead, and the third female is purely helping the first female in the play. Hey, so, if we choose this script, will we be able to recall Kitty and the others?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on whether they are suitable for the role. The stage can't just talk about human feelings." Al said very seriously.

But Alice was already optimistic, she didn't even really read the script, she just said, "I think Kitty and the others are very good, there is no one more suitable than them."

Al smiled and said nothing.

Fortunately, Alice was also chatting casually, and had no serious thoughts. After chatting a few words like this, she buried her head in her work again.

However, just after she had been busy for a while, a thought flashed through her suddenly, and she couldn't help muttering to herself: "Although I haven't really read the script, for some reason, I always feel that this book is tailor-made for us." What! It seems...it is completely possible to call back all the people from "The Flower Girl", and everyone is rehearsing a new play together."

Al couldn't help being startled, and felt a little more guilty about being told.

He thought to himself: "Are all women's sixth senses so accurate?"

Ignore this episode.

Because Mr. Milson proposed to read the plot at the end of the script tomorrow, after Al returned home, he had to take out a pen and paper and continue to write the second act.

Mrs. Sylvie still didn't understand her son's strange behavior.

But she has one advantage, that is... as long as the eldest son maintains a stable job and can pay the family income on time, then no matter what strange hobbies he has, they can all be tolerated.What's more, it's better to just harm paper and pen than other men smoking and drinking.

So, I saw Al lying on the table and writing and writing.

Although she still had an expression of "it's a waste of time", she didn't care too much. She took her two young children and sat aside, using cheap wool bought in the market to knit winter socks for her family. .

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Sylvie looked over, turned her head and shouted in panic: "God! Al, that little rascal is looking for you again."

She was talking about none other than Luke.

Before Al turned Luke into a scalper, this guy wandered around the streets and alleys. Although his grandmother repeatedly warned him, he didn't really make any big mistakes, but he did petty theft, smoked and drank, whistled at little girls, and made fools. Not less.

Therefore, in Mrs. Sylvie's stubborn thinking, this is a sexually defined punk and hooligan.

Because Luke doesn't understand the Sicilian dialect at all.

And Mrs. Sylvie refused to engage in strenuous English communication with the "little rascal".

Al just couldn't be bothered to correct anything.

Anyway, the two don't deal with each other.

It's the same this time.

He asked Mrs. Sylvie to take her younger brothers and sisters to do whatever they needed to do, and ran to open the door by herself.

Sure enough, Luke didn't understand Mrs. Sylvie's words, and thought he was very popular, standing at the door, he happily asked: "Your mother was very surprised when she saw me, calling you so loudly, what did she just say? "

Al had no intention of entertaining him at all. He just stood at the door talking to him, and continued to gossip as usual: "She said, Al, that good boy has come to see you again."

"Good boy! Yes, it's me. Your mother is a good lady with insight."

Luke, who was only loved by his grandma since he was a child, showed a silly smile. At this moment, he seemed like a fool on the street, which was really unbearable to look at.

Al was busy writing the script right now and didn't want to waste time.

He asked directly: "What did you come to see me for?"

"What am I looking for you? What am I looking for you?" Luke subconsciously repeated this rather cold sentence twice.

Then, he put away the expressions of the two idiots, and instead became a little angry: "Can't I find you? Am I not your good friend and brother? Al, count carefully, how much do you have?" God didn't take care of our business?"

"Oh, is there something wrong with the business?" Al asked patiently.

"Not really," Luke replied.

"So, what do you want me to care about?"

Al laughed, with a very indifferent look: "Please forgive me for not understanding, if at the beginning, I really need to pay attention to it all the time, and I have to think about picking out profitable dramas before buying tickets. But now, we With a membership card, you can sell the good tickets with the bad ones at a discount, so you won’t lose money anyway? Do you want me to continue to intervene in everything, like looking after a three- or four-year-old child, and take care of it carefully every day? Are you?"

After hearing this, Luke seemed to be very well-founded, but in fact, his irresponsible words could not feel his anger welling up.

He wanted to explode immediately, but looking at the man in front of him, especially those green eyes full of righteousness and innocence, he endured it again, and said in a soft voice: "Al, good friend. You know that I That's not what I mean, and I don't want you to come and take care of us every day, it's just... just, it's your business after all! Recently, we've made a lot of money, expanded our scale, and recruited a lot of children from poor areas to help, Everyone is very grateful to you..."

"It's not necessary at all. I just wanted to make money at first."

"Nonsense! You don't love money at all, so much money, take it, pile it up, and put it there! From the beginning to the end, you don't even look at it, let alone spend it, you spend it all day Live like a Puritan at night! I remember a while ago, when I pointed out to you the most beautiful chick on the street, and they even gave you a sneak peek, what did you say?"

"What did I say?"

"You said she probably suffered from the wind, why her eyes are a little slanted."

"Maybe I didn't wake up, or maybe she wasn't looking up enough to be recognized. Besides, I'm only 13 years old in this body, Luke."

"Best has been tricking little girls with candy since he was 12, anyway, Al!"

"Well?"

"We all thank you, like you, and respect you, so we want to be close to you and see you from time to time."

"Then you are all very kind, I am ashamed."

"Remember the three people who stopped you halfway and bullied you?"

"What? Bullying me? Why don't I remember?"

"Yes, have you forgotten? Those few relied on themselves as adults, and out of some kind of dark jealousy, they ran to block your bastard! We have revenge for you, that bad boy Best I came up with an idea, let the black bear take people to beat them up first, and then robbed them of their business. Now, they are run out of jobs by our partners. Maybe you will see them begging on the street at any time. "

"...Actually, there is no need. As long as we follow the rules, we don't have to be overbearing and steal other people's jobs."

"You are always soft-hearted."

"It's really not..."

"Okay, then tell me, you don't like money, you don't care about food, you don't smoke or drink, you don't look at pretty girls, you have done so much, what are you trying to do? Don't talk about raising a family, you Don’t you have to worry about supporting your family now?”

"Uh……"

"Are you really like what my grandma said, that Jesus was reincarnated, the Son was born, and you are dedicated to saving the world?"

"I……"

"Tell me, tell me, what do you want to do? What do you want to do?"

"Luke, actually..."

Al was really helpless: "I just want to stay at home and finish writing the script quietly."

Luke, a child out of school for N years, was confused: "Script?"

His expression was confused, as if he had come into contact with something new in an unknown field: "What is that?"

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PS. The durian in the last chapter made some readers not realize 23333. In fact, it means that some gods have a different taste.Furthermore, durian was introduced to Europe very early. Alexandre Dumas (the one who wrote Monte Cristo) wrote such an introduction before: [The durian tree is very tall, and the durian fruit is as big as a melon. As fate would have it, durians were boiled in butter, made into a jam and stored in jars].