[Rebirth] King of Theater

The wife of Senator Gary Jones is very fond of art, and entertains some people in the literary and artistic circles at home from time to time.

She came from a very good background. It is said that the dowry her father gave was 20 yuan worth of shares in a certain company, and then intermittently gave [-] to [-] yuan in cash. In this way, she would not feel bad when spending money. See any down-and-out painters and literati, as long as you like it, you will invest money without hesitation.

Because of her generous hand, sincere attitude, and she is a standard classical beauty, she has a very good reputation in the industry.

Because of this, as long as it is a banquet held by her, it is always full of guests and friends, lively and lively, and there is never any worry about being left alone.

On this day, Wilkins came uninvited when he learned that Mrs. Jones was holding another party.

He stopped for a while in front of the large mirror hanging on the wall in the front hall, looked at his not-so-handsome boy face with satisfaction, but looked quite dignified (animally dressed) appearance, straightened his tie, took a deep breath, and put the The fat belly was tucked in, and then happily walked into the hall.

At this time, a bunch of people in the hall were talking and laughing together.

Among them, there are painters, sculptors, actors, composers and playwrights, etc. All of them happily chatted about interesting topics in the circle recently, and some people mentioned "The Womanizer".

"Do you have tickets for the next show at XX Theater?"

"Yes, but it's hard to get it now! Alas, many people are waiting to see this play, especially women. Ashamed, it's a bit embarrassing to compete with those ladies and ladies for tickets." You know ?Antique old professors in some colleges are probably going crazy with anger, thinking that this drama corrupts the social atmosphere and promotes a bunch of fallacies that 'women don't care about men, and they can live well on their own'. "

"I don't think it's necessary to emphasize gender so much. In fact, no matter if it's a man or a woman, as long as it's a human being, it's always necessary to have a sense of independence. If you can ignore the love entanglements between men and women in the whole drama, as well as the gimmicks The murder incident, in the final analysis, is nothing more than admonishing people to be self-reliant and self-reliant, not to entrust their lives to others."

"What you said is on point! But some old antiques don't think about it carefully. They only look at the surface and think that 'whenever a woman resists a man', it is immoral and a big mistake that deserves to be sent to hell. "

"Stop! Discussing this is too boring."

A person with a lively personality interjected from the side and said: "It's so serious, why don't you just write a manuscript and publish it, let's talk about something interesting! Do you see the actors in that play? Kelly Miss Si is really beautiful."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, and didn't mind, but changed the subject naturally: "I like Miss Belle's performance more, she plays a betrayed wife so realistically and touchingly, by the way, I remember hearing that , there is a rich second generation named West who chased her for half a year and still wants to marry her?"

"Oh, that rich second generation regretted the marriage."

"what?"

On such occasions, someone immediately took the initiative to gossip about the past.

Everyone lamented that the life of a beauty is miserable, and the scumbag is blind, and couldn't help but become more interested in the drama "Lust": "Miss Belle's acting is so good, she must have brought her true feelings into it."

"I heard that when the playwright wrote this play, he was also touched by this matter."

"Ah, there is such a thing? Miss Belle must be very touched."

"It's not just Miss Belle. When this play comes out, that playwright is very popular with girls recently!"

"Haha, it's a pity that I heard that I'm only 15 years old. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the beauty."

"15 years old? Is it a gift from God?"

"Pfft! I don't know if he is a gifted talent from heaven, but he should be a petty ghost."

"How do you say this?"

So, someone immediately took out the "Literary Weekly" that he just bought this morning from his pocket, and thoughtfully opened it to the page of "My New Friend Will".

Everyone couldn't help but passed it on and watched it again, and they all laughed so hard.

At this moment, Wilkins came in through the main entrance.

The laughter in the hall stopped abruptly, and every eye stared at him with a smile, and there was no sound for a while.

Wilkins couldn't help but paused at the entrance of the hall, and looked into the hall in amazement, wondering why this silent and strange scene came about, but after all, it was too embarrassing to stand at the entrance of the hall for so long, so he had to Bite the bullet, pretending to be no one else around, walked in naturally.

Everyone's eyes followed him involuntarily...

But when he was smiling all over his face and raised his head to look at someone friendly, the other person often looked away quickly, still looking like he wanted to laugh.

Wilkins couldn't help but secretly annoyed: "Why are these people crazy? Could it be some kind of prank game?"

He looked around for a while, and finally saw a friend with whom he had some kind of friendship. He hurried forward, wanting to say hello first, and then ask carefully what kind of teasing game this is?

But who knows, the friend glanced at him, but walked away quickly.

The smile on Wilkins' face froze, and he thought angrily, "What the hell is that expression on his face? Pity? Sympathy? But do I need pity or sympathy?"

At this time, he had already walked to the place where everyone had gathered just now, and when he turned his gaze, he happened to see the "Literature Weekly" that was still thrown there and had not been put away.

In order to divert the embarrassment at this moment, he picked it up casually. As a result, at a glance, the air pressure was soaring that he almost vomited blood.

[My new friend Will is a very thoughtful person. He believes that everything in the world should be marked with a price, even if it is a person, it should be marked with a price, otherwise, it is a fraud. ]

[I was very puzzled by this at one time: "How can people and commodities be the same? People should be priceless."]

[Will puffed up his stomach, and let out a loud grunt that a wild boar would make when he was happy: "You are wrong, talent is the commodity that should be marked with a price! For example, your value, in my opinion Come on, it should only be worth 20 yuan (the fee for an article in the "Literature Weekly")."]

[These words are really reasonable. I admire his profound insights from the bottom of my heart, and I can’t help asking humbly: "What about you? How much are you worth?"

[Will says smugly, "Of course my price is much higher. God only knows."]

[This miraculous friend just said such a word, and God was revealed to him! ]

[I looked at the big minus sign above his head in admiration and awe, and was very excited and heartbroken: "Ah, my friend, your value is really different!"]

Wilkins nearly crushed the page.

His eyes swept across the entire hall, and he saw that everyone seemed to have a secret smile on their faces, obviously laughing at him. For a moment, he wanted to turn around and run back home, but also wanted to rush out to find that damned little bastard. Confrontation.

"It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable, slander! It's all slander!"

He ran out of the hall angrily, but he still seemed to hear the loud laughter coming from behind him in his ears.

Then he called the editor-in-chief of Literary Weekly to question the matter.

The editor-in-chief was so innocent that he pretended to be stupid and said, "What? What happened to that manuscript? Didn't you ask me to publish it? It was too late yesterday, and I didn't have time to read the manuscript, so someone took it for publication! My dear friend, is something wrong?"

Wilkins hung up the phone angrily, and ran to Al to settle the score again.

He stood guard at the entrance of the theater, staring at everyone passing by, and when he saw that bastard with a pretty face but a devilish heart, he rushed up and shouted through gritted teeth: "Alfred Sylvie!"

Al's green eyes couldn't help but stay on his distorted fat face for a moment, as if appreciating it, then he showed a faint smile and asked politely: "Sir, what can you do with me? "

Wilkins shouted angrily: "Do you think it will be useful to write some nonsense and messy things to discredit me? Let me tell you, this is just a villain's trick, like a dark cloud for a while, it will soon dissipate. "

"You misunderstood, I didn't write about you, I just wrote about a friend named Will."

"I didn't eat the bloody prosciutto and roast leg of lamb..."

"Yes, so it's not you who wrote it, what you eat is..."

Al calmly took out a bill from his pocket and read it: "Curry beef pizza, pineapple pie, walnut celery salad, cheese lettuce, ice cream..."

"Shut up, you vile dog!"

"I advise you to be careful what you say."

"Be careful P! You are such a vicious brat, I will curse your whole family to death."

Seeing that there was no one around at this time, Wilkins cursed indiscriminately.

Al was just barking like a mad dog at first, but when he heard this, his heart was touched and he became furious.

He took out the large bread knife from his backpack (since he was blocked by someone once, he would carry it with him for self-defense from time to time, and he has not used it yet), held it high, and slashed at Wilkins .

God, who would carry a bread knife with him!

Wilkins, who just wanted to take advantage of his mouth, turned around and ran away in fright. Because of his fat belly, he looked a bit embarrassed when he ran.

But Al made up his mind to teach the fat pig a lesson this time, and he chased after him.

The two started running one after the other.

When they were talking, they were on a small road with few people.

But after running like this, he ran forward and backward to the street.

Pedestrians on the street screamed when they saw this scene.

Wilkins panicked, and was panicked by being called. Someone threw a banana peel, stepped on it, and fell to the ground.

Al ran fast, and immediately caught up, stepped on his back, pulled his hair, kicked his stomach and buttocks, and kicked him several times to vent his anger

The people next to him were scared at first, but when they saw that the fierce young man had thrown the bread knife aside, just kicked him with his legs, and didn't really intend to kill him, they gathered around to watch the commotion again.

At this time, someone shouted "the police are coming!"

Al didn't show any fear, and just laid out the restaurant bill openly, very confidently: "I came out of the slums, and I have a big family to support, but this fat man claims to be a big shot, and he cheats on food and drink all the way. What's wrong with beating a liar if I eat my salary for two weeks?"

Two weeks salary? !

Cheat food and drink? !

Immediately someone nearby shouted: "Good fight!"

Even more people with a sense of justice shouted loudly: "Damn the liar!"

Wilkins was already very angry, and he was still waiting to come forward to argue.

Suddenly someone grabbed him by the arm, and he scolded in a deep voice, "Isn't it enough to lose face? If you really make trouble at the police station, do you want the entire industry to know your great achievements?"

When Wilkins looked up, he found that it was not someone else who was holding him, but a colleague.

Mr. Tom Curtis, the famous drama critic, was glaring at him coldly...

Not long ago, he had embezzled other people's words, and now he was bumped into such an ugly situation.

For a moment, I was guilty, frightened, and resentful. In the end, I felt ashamed, hid my face in shame, turned around without saying a word, and ran away with a limp.

Al watched him leave calmly, lowered his head and patted the dust on his clothes, and went to pick up the bread knife.

The policeman next to him who wanted to take care of things at first, but later found out that he was a scammer, stood aside to watch the excitement, and couldn't help reminding: "Hey, it's better to put this thing in the kitchen."

Al showed a deceptively shy smile and forced an explanation: "Coincidence, coincidence. I bought this new for my mother."

Police: Hehe.

It can be seen that no one believes this.

There was hahaha laughter all around.

Robert, Mr. Tom Curtis's painter friend, was even more happy about this.

He has a lively temperament, and he has no pretensions at this moment. He patted Al on the shoulder very affectionately, and said very familiarly: "You know what? I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

The author has something to say:

PS. Desire to survive: The police do not take care of things occasionally, which is definitely not the case in China!

PS. I have the fewest comments on chapter 44 (hmph, I'm counting every day).But you see, the characters in these photos are all from Chapter 44!If you don’t read it, let me tell you, everything is useful!

And, Al was blocked, the first time the bread knife appeared should be Chapter 11!