[Rebirth] King of Theater

Al finished paying, walked out of the hotel, and was blown by the cold wind, his brain gradually became clear, and he couldn't help thinking about the matter from front to back.

He found that although Mr. Wilkins had been talking for over an hour, he couldn't catch a single point throughout the story.For example, he only said that a rich friend wanted to produce a show, but he didn't say what the budget of the play was, nor did he say who the producer invited?It was said that celebrities would be invited to play the leading role, but they didn't mention which celebrities.He even said that he was looking for a helper to write the script, but he didn't even mention the issue of the authorship right after the most important script was completed.

In other words, all important information has been blurred.

At the end, apart from implying "I like you more", which is useless, did he say anything of value?No!Not a word!

Obviously, this is to set people up and wait for others to take advantage of them!

Empty-handed white wolf, not giving any promises, putting on airs of a big shot, talking about things in a grandiose way, and when you are tempted to participate, you will be asked to contribute money and effort first, and then make nonsense about future benefits, When the fool finally takes the bait, he will quickly deceive the person enough. In the end, he just says that the matter failed and kicks the person away without any responsibility; or, if the matter is really lucky, he can also stand Get your name, get enough benefits, and also kick you away...

"Bah! I'm afraid you're trying to coax me into being a fool."

Al thought clearly, and felt angry, but then he thought again: "This matter has no beginning, no end, and no basis. Even if I yell it out, others will half believe it! If he beats back, I will suffer as a newcomer. "

So, he decided to be patient, keep silent, do nothing, and only look at the other party's next plan.

If the opponent is able to stop there wisely, in a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak, it is not impossible for him to pretend to be deaf and dumb for a while.

However, although this Mr. Wilkins is not a very good character, he has a good vision. After watching "The Womanizer" several times, he is very fond of Arna's imaginative and pioneering work. Talent, therefore, from the bottom of my heart, I don't want to let go of this precious chick whose feathers have just grown and are still fluffy, but unintentionally flew to a high place, and has a really nice cry.

After waiting for a day or two, he pretended to be a coincidence, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Oh, Al! How is the progress of our script?"

Al deliberately pretended to be hesitant: "Well, this is really embarrassing for me! You know, I'm just a newcomer in the theater world. Although I was lucky enough to write a play and was put on the stage, it was just a bump. Great luck. Now, you actually asked me to write such a big-budget script, I really, really dare not write."

Wilkins immediately praised him again with flowers and flowers.

"You are too famous, I'll go back and think about it." Al was coping with it, but he was full of impatience, and he was thinking about whether to tear his face and ask him for the meal money for that day. In the end, he still didn't bother to open that mouth.

So, it dragged on for a few more days.

Al thought that the meaning of "don't want to be deceived" had been clearly shown by his repeated perfunctory, and the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, Wilkins found him again.

The posture he put on this time was very serious, and he just said: "Mr. Alfred Sylvie, you have disappointed me so much."

Al:? ? ?

Next, Mr. Wilkins began his own performance.

He bitterly accused Al of not wanting to make progress, betraying his good intentions, and lying on the inherent credit book, he was unwilling to get up.

Al had finally had enough.

He was extremely bored deep in his heart, but he still said calmly: "Sir, I am not without ambition. But you also know that I am just a novice in the field of drama, and I am not afraid of your jokes." , My background is not very good, so every step I take is more cautious than others, and I dare not write lightly without confidence."

Wilkins couldn't help asking: "Oh, then how do you gain confidence?"

Al didn't expect that this person would still be able to pick up his words so much. He was stunned for a few seconds, and just happened to check this person's information more or less a few days ago, so he said something nonsense: "I I heard that you have a good relationship with the editor-in-chief of "Literary Weekly"? I just have a story here, can you recommend it?"

After hearing this, Wilkins couldn't help but pause.

He raised his head, inspected the little boy from head to toe carefully, and then laughed unconsciously: "Oh, I actually missed it, so it's not a chick, but a little fox."

Al blinked, not quite understanding what he meant.

However, Wilkins became interested, and seeing no one around, he began to talk eloquently: "I have always had a unique opinion, thinking that if literati don't insist on taking some so-called noble character as relatives of literary works , when many things in the world are dealt with, it will become much simpler."

"Actually, how much are those so-called good conducts worth? They keep it secret all day long. But when you think about it carefully, it's just a high-sounding name, hanging on your body and going out, it's just a good-looking decoration. "

"Let me tell you, the world will change sooner or later. Smart people understand the principle of equal value exchange. In the commercial society, there is nothing that cannot be used to ask the price. At that time, everyone will be more honest."

Al frowned. He really didn't know what this man was thinking to say such shameless words.

But Wilkins simply stopped pretending to be kind to his elders, and there was a sneer on his face, and he said very personally: "Since you have opened your mouth, you want to publish the article in the "Literature" Weekly, yes, no problem! But I helped you this time, the script I want, you can no longer play dumb, you have to give me an explanation!"

It was only then that Al realized that his nonsense was actually regarded by the other party as an offer of conditions and benefits, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

But he thought about it again, and a thought came to his mind, and he sneered shortly: "Don't worry, I will definitely explain to you."

Wilkins stared at him for a while, then took out a pen from his pocket, wrote an address on a notepad, and handed it over: "What kind of story is that of yours? Send it here after you finish writing it, as long as it's not too bad! Three days! In three days I promise to be logged out."

Al took the note, but only sneered on his face.

But Wilkins seems to be very dissatisfied with the matter of "not being able to succeed empty-handed, but having to give a little benefit first".

So, he stood there again, and said something very condescendingly: "Young man, you need to know a little bit. I promised to help you publish the article, not because you are worthy of me, but because of this matter. For me, it’s easy, like a rich man throwing 100 yuan to a beggar. So, don’t continue to put on airs, thinking that you are unique and irreplaceable.”

Al wasn't angry anymore.

When he thought about it, there was no reason to talk to such a person. It was like a human and a dog. How could they communicate if they didn't understand the language?

So, he just repeated dryly: "Don't worry, I will definitely explain to you."

Wilkins resumed his smiling face, said "I'm waiting for your good news", turned and left.

That night, Al worked hard and wrote a novel called "My New Friend Will" in just two hours.

In the first paragraph of the novel, he wrote frankly: "Ah!My new friend Will is a lot of fun!He was vile and shameless, and he was nothing short of a pig. ]

After that, I made up some storylines to fill in the skeleton.

Then, he didn't even bother to revise, so he sent the novel out overnight.

It must be said that before sending it, Al had no idea that this article would actually get published.

The reason why I wrote it and sent it away was nothing more than a so-called "confession" to that fat man who thought highly of himself.As for this manuscript, as soon as I opened it, I knew it was a scolding thing. I thought it should be thrown into the trash can after one glance.

But what I didn't expect was that even though that Mr. Wilkins put on a very firm posture, it seemed that as long as he spoke, he could make the editor-in-chief of "Literary Weekly" obey orders.

But in fact, these two people are just good friends and friends of interests.

Of course.

Even if they are acquaintances of interests, friends of friends, there is still some affection between them.

Therefore, when the editor-in-chief received a call from Wilkins, he still patted his chest readily and made a serious promise: "As long as there are no major problems with the article, I can help to correct it for free, and I guarantee it will be published. .”

You can wait for the manuscript to be received and open it for a look.

The editor-in-chief almost laughed under the table.

[In less than a day, I discovered that my new friend Will, despite his ordinary appearance, actually had a volcanic passion deep inside him. ]

[It was this rare enthusiasm that supported him to eat two plates of pasta, two large sticks of Italian ham, one whole chicken, and three roasted lamb legs...]

["Ah! Is your stomach okay?" I asked worriedly. ]

[Will touched a woman's seven or eight-month pregnant belly, raised her thick thighs, raised her head proudly like a peacock spreading its tail, and cooed: "I'm the specially invited gold medal drama critic for the XX column, I wrote I have published countless wonderful drama reviews, how could something happen to me?]

[I immediately stopped worrying. ]

[That's right, how could such a big shot eat a bad stomach? ]

[Everything he eats, after being digested and sorted by the stomach and intestines, will be transformed into his unique wonderful article, which can be freely dripped and released in the toilet! ]

The editor-in-chief is amazing!

He took pleasure in recruiting his secretary and ordered the article to be published in this week's "Literary Weekly".