[Rebirth] King of Theater

After a long and comfortable sleep without noise, Al finally woke up.

When he just opened his eyes, he still had a dazed look on his face, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. After a long time, he finally regained his composure, and murmured to himself: "So it wasn't a dream, I really went back to the time when I was 13..."

Then, he was wide awake.

With the return of perception and senses, the disgusting but extremely familiar smell of "due to the unmaintained underground waterway for many years, poor drainage, and the crowding and mixing of various smells" in the slums has returned. It came to my face once, but even so, my stomach, which had been left out for a long time, didn't care at all. Immediately, I couldn't wait to show my sense of existence, and started cooing.

Just as he was about to get up and look for something to eat, Mrs. Sylvie appeared with his younger brothers and sisters.

The two ignorant children timidly hid behind their mother, biting their little fingers and poking their heads, staring blankly at this big brother who suddenly became a little strange.

On the other hand, Mrs. Sylvie's expression looked a little awkward and awkward.

"I just went to buy some loaves..." She said dryly, as if she didn't know how to treat her son.

"Great." Al pretended not to see his mother's discomfort.

He rubbed his belly and recalled how he was when he was 13 years old, but his memory was too vague, so he could only politely say with the most gentle attitude: "I'm starving to death, please give me one, thank you. "

please?Thanks?

My son actually pretended to say something to me, please, thank you?Like a goddam rich lord!

At this moment, Mrs. Sylvie wanted to stare and curse again.

But just as she opened her mouth, she stopped again.

You must know that in this era, according to the old narrow concept, mothers have certain management rights over their underage sons.

Therefore, she often doesn't need to speak in a good manner, let alone how to pay attention to how to maintain a child's self-esteem. The normal way of getting along with her is to slap her when she is angry, and swear a few words when she is unhappy. The child is so wronged that he is not afraid to cry. Does it mean that a son should remember his mother's grudge?

But now, the situation is a bit more complicated.

In terms of blood, Al is indeed her son who can be beaten and scolded at will;

But in terms of family status, Al has already replaced his father, and formally took over the business of supporting the family for the deceased Mr. Sylvie, so he should enjoy the rights that Mr. Sylvie had when he was alive, that is, the special status of the head of the family. treatment and respect from family members.

Thus……

Mrs. Sylvie's simple and crude way of thinking seemed out of place.

It would be fine if she could be given a little more time to change subtly.

But overnight, the change in identity took shape instantly, which was faster than the ten-second man next door. She was so unprepared for this that she was at a loss as to what to do.

To give another simple example, Al has a bad habit of eating.

He used to be afraid of being robbed, but also afraid that if he ate slowly, the limited supply of food would be gone.Therefore, before the last sip is swallowed, the next sip has already been stuffed into the mouth anxiously, and the cheeks are always bulging in the end, which is very gimmick.

But that's fine, it's okay to be laughed at at most.

But in order to eat more dry food, he also cautiously refused to drink water, for fear that he would fill himself with water and suffer a loss if he couldn't eat more dry food.

So, no matter what he ate, he could eat and eat, choking himself until he rolled his eyes.

This childhood bad habit has always been with him. Later, when the conditions are better, he can only restrain himself a little when he is not hungry, but once he is hungry, he will immediately reveal his true colors.

Like now...

Al sat at the dinner table in his old habit.

While biting the bread fiercely, he began to roll his eyes again...

Mrs. Sylvie was reluctant to spend money. Naturally, she bought the cheapest hard bread, eggs, butter and cream... There must be none of it. It is dry and hard, and the taste is not good. It takes a long time to chew every bite. Swallow it.

Therefore, when she saw the way her eldest son ate, she was very afraid that if he was not paying attention, his throat would be stuffed with bread, and he would choke to death.

If it was the mother-child relationship in the past, Mrs. Sylvie, who has never taken the gentle line, would have slapped him early, taunting him harshly. He must have been a shameless little beggar and a starving ghost in his previous life. Yes, so that it is only now that he has such a shameful and hopeless look.

Then, she might have to rush over aggressively, do it herself, forcefully open that small mouth, hold the water bottle, and viciously fill him with water.

but now……

Mrs. Sylvie didn't know what to do with it.

She raised and lowered her hand, lowered it and raised it, raised it and lowered it, lowered it and raised it... Two different thoughts in her head began to fight constantly: "This is my son, I can discipline him as I want." How to discipline." "No, he is the master of the family now, how can I interfere with the affairs of the head of the family?"

So tangled and tangled...

After her son finished eating, she couldn't come up with a result.

Al didn't notice his mother's complicated emotions the whole time.

Even though his small body is the soul of an adult, firstly, all he thinks about now is how to live a good life in the future and keep the family going; secondly, because he has been alone in his previous life, although he I have learned a lot of insights far beyond others, and I have also learned a lot of speaking skills with others, but I just don't know how to get along with my family.

So, after he had eaten and drank enough, he ran to clean up quickly, and decided to go out to make money without saying a word.

During this process, he completely ignored his mother who was standing aside, and his younger brothers and sisters who were watching him eagerly.

Or rather, even noticed.

He may not be able to think of how to communicate with them for the time being. After all, although the body has not changed, the soul in the body has the distance and strangeness brought by these family members for more than ten years.

However, he will not be blamed for not communicating.

This is the case in this day and age, the men at the bottom who make money to support their families are often taciturn (all tired), and put it in a bit rude words: "I have worked so hard to make money, how can I have time to talk to you about relationships."

In short, the house was so silent until the moment of going out.

He just remembered to turn around and explain: "Buy more food and food, don't be too frugal, I will make more money, mother."

Madame Sylvie nodded silently.

She supported her belly that was beginning to show pregnant with her hands, and stood quietly at the door, watching the child walk out of the door, staggering, kicking deep and shallow in the muddy field in front of the door that was not repaired or cared for. Feet, extremely firm, with a clear goal, go farther and farther, farther and farther.

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There is no Internet in this era, but the entertainment industry is still thriving.

Human beings are probably the most spiritual animals. Even if you can’t find a place to eat your next meal, if someone is singing or telling a story next to you, you will be willing to stop and have a look.

Al was happy with that.

Because in his previous life, he plunged headlong into the entertainment industry by chance, and then he climbed up step by step from the bottom job.

Because of this, he knows everything about this industry, big and small, up and down, and all kinds of ways.

Although he always feels inferior to himself that he is mediocre, if a person can concentrate on a field for more than ten years, then no matter who he is, he can actually be called an expert!

Of course.

The starting point of Al, an expert, is too low, and his foundation is too poor. In the end, even if he survives a little bit, he is not considered a top figure who has reached the pinnacle. It is only a promising type compared to his class.For example, before returning to the age of 13, he was semi-illiterate, and even finished his first play, which took more than ten months to rehearse, and he was about to be put on the big stage... …

For many people, this is not an achievement at all. If you have money, you can get on stage every minute.

But for a person who dropped out of school at an early age, had no possessions, and worked hard all the way on his own, it was definitely a remarkable achievement.

Unfortunately, things are unpredictable.

He still couldn't wait for that scene.

Now, returning to the age of 13 is a blessing in disguise, and everything starts from scratch!

Moreover, compared to the ignorance of the past, it seems that huskies are always trembling and cautious when they mix with wolves. Al, who has already experienced in his previous life, naturally has a certain confidence and confidence in his heart.

It was precisely because of this confidence and self-confidence that he acted decisively, ran to the box office of a theater, and knocked on the small window: "I want to buy a ticket."

It was still early, and it was not yet the peak period for daily ticket sales. The conductor, who was idle and looking down at the newspaper, heard the voice, and raised his head to look outside. However, he didn't see anyone at first sight, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"Look, here I am."

Stunted Al tiptoed hilariously and waved vigorously.

The conductor was immediately amused: "Child, where are you calling? Where is your adult?"

Al kept a straight face and told him solemnly: "Don't worry about where I got the call from, sell the ticket first."

The conductor laughed again, but he didn't think he was dressed in rags, and he didn't look like he had money to go to a theater, so he asked in a tempered manner, "Okay, what tickets do you buy? Which show? How many tickets do you want? What seats do you want?"

Al had already planned it in his heart, so he didn't hesitate at this time.

He directly reported clearly: "I want the pre-sale tickets for the show "Mr. Middle-tier tickets, thirty top-tier tickets."

The conductor was taken aback.

He couldn't help exclaiming exaggeratedly: "God! What do you want so many tickets for? Do you use them for food?"

Al was speechless for a second, and then told him honestly that he was going to sell it at that time.

understood!

Ticket dealers!

The conductor was still a little stunned.

It's not that I have never seen a ticket dealer, but I have never seen such a young ticket dealer.

Seeing that he just stood there in a daze, Al became a little impatient, and knocked on the small window on tiptoe: "Are you selling it or not?"

Only then did the conductor come back to his senses: "Selling is selling, but do you have money?"

Al took out the money he had borrowed from Mr. Foreman to show.

The conductor was very surprised, and was very curious about who would give a child so much money, but after thinking about it, it had nothing to do with him, so he had to prepare to get the ticket for him in a complicated mood, and calculated the ticket price by the way. .

At this time, the price is not high, as long as the seats are not particularly good, the theater tickets are not so expensive.

The conductor quickly calculated the result: "The seats in the front row are more expensive and cost xx yuan, the middle seats are xx yuan, and the top seats are cheaper, only xx yuan, a total of 93 yuan. If you buy more, I will give you a cheaper price of 90 yuan." Yuan will do."

"You're fooling the ghost!" Al didn't appreciate it at all.

He opened his mouth and chopped off more than half of it: "I get so many tickets, you have to give me a discount, 50 yuan!"

"Damn! 50 yuan, you're daydreaming!"

The conductor immediately put on a vicious look: "If you don't want to buy it, get out, don't make trouble here."

But Al wasn't fooled at all.

In his previous life, he had been in the theater for several years, and he also did some jobs like a conductor.He knew that these conductors had a certain decision-making power in terms of discounts when releasing tickets to ticket dealers. Sometimes the discounts could be as low as [-] or [-]%. For a drama that only wants to pay back the cost, the fare will be even more watery.

Therefore, he insisted on the price: "50 yuan, I will only give you 50 yuan."

The conductor, who was obviously also an experienced bargainer, sneered and made a gesture to close the small window.

Al held out his hand.

Then, he said bitterly: "My father is dead, and my mother can't work while she is pregnant. I have younger brothers and sisters to support. I borrowed the money from usury. I just want to gamble for the last time. If I don't succeed, I will go die."

In fact, it was the third time he said this like a wheel of a cart.

But this time the tone was different again. He pretended to be pitiful with the bakery clerk, and pretended to be sensible with Mr. Foreman, but this time he pretended to be a small gambler.

The conductor was really shocked by the gambling nature shown by the child.

He didn't believe it, and pretended to be an adult to frighten the child: "Little guy, are you lying? What fool is willing to lend you so much money? Let me tell you, lying will go to hell, and your tongue will be pulled out."

Al stared at him darkly with green eyes.

The conductor inexplicably felt like he was bullying a child, and he was very guilty: "Okay, okay, I'll sell it to you. But 55 yuan, it really can't be lower."

It's just an extra five bucks.

Al thought about it, decided not to argue with him, and nodded.

The conductor bowed his head while taking the ticket and collecting the money, secretly astounded by the child's performance.

However, it may be that Al's ragged and thin appearance is really pitiful, so he couldn't help but say something more, reminding him very tactfully: "Child, I don't know if what you said is true or not, but if it is true... ...Well, uh, this show...you might as well buy "The Flower Girl" if you buy tickets for "Pretty Mr."

Al shook his head.

He pretended to be stubborn: "The ticket for "The Flower Girl" is too expensive, I can't afford it. Besides, this is just a gamble. Either we will survive or die together!"

This, this, what the hell is this child!

The conductor was really dumbfounded at the moment, until he handed over the ticket, he still had a particularly unreal feeling.

in contrast.

After Al successfully got the ticket at a low price, he became happy, as if the rope around his neck had loosened again.

Because no one knows at the moment what kind of drama-watching miracle the underrated "Mr. Pretty" will create.

When it first appeared, almost no one was optimistic about it.

New drama, new theme, using unknown actors, it is said that the rehearsal was very bad, and later when it was staged in a theater in other places, the audience smashed their shoes. The producer really wanted to recover some of the cost and did not want to lose money. With everything upside down, he reluctantly continued to act.

But what I never expected was that the show turned against the wind and came back to life.

At that time, there was no online ticket purchase, and the audience could only line up to buy tickets on the spot. As a result, two full long queues lined up in the theater hall. Later, the queue even extended to the road outside. Waiting in the rain, and some with umbrellas, continue to line up...

The scene was unimaginably spectacular.

The enthusiasm of the fans is like a flame, which cannot be extinguished even by the downpour.

This scene left a deep impression on Al, who was working part-time in the theater and was in charge of cleaning.

He was dazzled by it, realizing for the first time in his life the splendor that stage art can create.

However, after returning to the age of 13, how to experience the charm of the stage is temporarily out of his turn.

For him now, making money is the top priority, and the business of making money, when it comes to its essence, is nothing more than buying low and selling high.

So, when I knew that the tickets for that show could sell for a high price...

Scalpers are such a good job!