[Rebirth] King of Theater

In the eyes of many people, the reason why Al can succeed is entirely because he can always think of places that others can't think of.

This may be due to some vague memories and knowledge acquired in the previous life...

And those things really helped him a lot.

But definitely not as big as most people think.

There are countless people in the world who are daydreaming every day. They have countless wonderful ideas in their minds, but they are never stingy with putting in a little bit of practical action.

Therefore, the person who really controls the future development of this society will never be a theorist, but a doer.

Al belongs to the latter.

Or rather, he's doing his best to make himself the latter, to make sure he doesn't waste his second chance.

Try hard, work hard.

Even if you fail, you don't regret it.

So, even after selling the Madame X series, and then selling Vincent...

He still used the fastest speed to turn himself into a pauper, and he also owed a lot of debt.

Money really is never enough.

It's a long story.

About a month ago, Mr. Smith, who sells tickets, vaguely heard some gossip that 'the boss might sell the theater'.

But he didn't take it to heart. First, this is not something he can decide. Second, no matter who the owner of the theater changes, he still has to sell tickets, unless the new owner is mentally retarded and has a whimsical idea. Transform the theater into a supermarket, otherwise, which small employee would be free to care about who is the boss who is far away from him?

But what he didn't expect was...

This matter can really have something to do with himself.

On this day, Mr. Smith once again sat leisurely in the ticket booth.

Before anyone came to buy tickets, he drank a cup of tea and ate a sandwich in a comfortable way. When he was about to look for interesting news in the entertainment section of the newspaper, he was suddenly notified to go to the boss's office.

"The boss is looking for me? Why did the boss look for me?"

Mr. Smith looked puzzled, feeling as if the President had asked to see so-and-so railroad workers for no apparent reason.

He couldn't help being uneasy about this, and even doubted himself uncontrollably: "Did I just steal a little lazy and was unlucky to be seen? Or did someone secretly sue me for being black? Damn! Will I be fired?" Is it? My God! I have been working hard in the theater for almost 20 years! If not here, where else would I be? The boss can't do this to me!"

The more Mr. Smith thought about it, the sadder he became.

But no matter how you think about it, the office must still go.

So, full of resentment and sadness, with tears in his eyes, he walked towards the boss's office.And, sorting out my language along the way, like, 'It's not fair, I've been here for over 20 years, you can't do this to me, I love this theater, I can't leave the theater, I'm going to die In the theater' a class of words.

After walking all the way, when I opened the door of the office...

Mr. Smith is fully prepared.

He also put on a dignified and painful expression: "Boss, please listen to my explanation, if you hear anything bad about me..."

But before he finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang out.

Mr. Smith raised his head, couldn't help being dumbfounded, and stammered in surprise: "A...A...Al?"

Al sat in the big chair behind the desk, smiling at him with green eyes.

To be honest, I don’t know if it’s because the chair is too big or because the child is too thin. This scene doesn’t look so harmonious. Anyway, it doesn’t look like the boss, but it’s a bit like the boss’s eldest son came to work for the boss on a whim. up.

Al, though, probably didn't care too much about it himself.

When he saw Mr. Smith, he immediately jumped up from his chair and greeted him excitedly: "Dear friend, did you feel any surprise?"

[Thanks, I feel the shock. ]

Mr. Smith looked at him silently, unable to utter a word.

At this time, he finally remembered the gossip about "changing the owner of the theater" that had been circulating a while ago, and looked at the office and Al as if in a dream, feeling that the world had become extremely unreal.

For a moment, he even began to count on the former boss to suddenly pop up from somewhere, the ceiling, the hole, any other ridiculous place, and say, "Haha, you're scared! I was joking just now, this kid conspired with me and wanted to It scared you."

However, this 'normal' picture did not emerge.

He only saw a few other young people sitting on the sofa, for example, Luke and Best, whom he had met a few times before, and Bill and Barry, who were relatively familiar, all were poor boys from the slums.

Also, there's a lady I haven't seen before.

Although it is always difficult to judge the age of women, Mr. Smith can assure you that this woman will definitely not be very old.

She was wearing a very simple and plain white long dress, but the small hair accessories on her head, the collarbone chain on her neck that looked ordinary at first glance but was exquisite and extraordinary upon closer inspection, and the watch on her wrist that seemed expensive at first glance, all made her One can guess that her family background is definitely not ordinary.

But even more strange!

A rich girl actually appeared in the same office as a group of boys from the slums?

"Who can tell me what's going on here?"

Mr. Smith couldn't help but finally said: "God! Do you know? I feel the same as Alice who fell into the rabbit hole. Is this a dream?"

For a moment, everyone in the office laughed.

The rich girl looked at him curiously with interest, as if she had never seen such a person before.

"In fact, I also have a feeling of dreaming. I didn't expect to buy a theater so smoothly." Al said suddenly.

"It's really interesting what you said, it's as if the one-million-dollar loan we've backed doesn't exist." Luke complained dryly.

"We'll talk about this later, anyway, if you have too much debt, you don't have to worry about it." Al said casually.

At this time, the rich girl next to him also interjected: "Don't be too nervous, my father said that for the company, appropriate healthy debt is conducive to wealth growth."

This obviously did not convince everyone in the office.

Especially the bastards of Best, who obviously secretly looked at other beautiful girls, but on the other hand couldn't control their masculine pride and put on a disdainful look of 'what do you women know'.

Al naturally wouldn't let the atmosphere become awkward.

He immediately stood up and echoed: "You are right, Grace, thank you so much this time."

Grace, the eldest lady, has never been very good at reading people's faces, and she didn't even notice the complicated thoughts of the boys around her.

She smiled brightly, and said innocently and sweetly: "Al, we are now half-collaborators, you don't have to be so polite all the time. Okay, I won't chat with you anymore, I have something to do at school this afternoon If you want to deal with it, I will leave first."

Mr. Smith just watched the rich girl foolishly turning away, and then turned his head back to Al.

He couldn't help shouting: "What collaborator? My God! Please, send someone who can speak English to explain, explain, to poor me, will you?"

Al burst out laughing: "Okay."

He thought for a while and said, "I wanted to buy a theater not long ago."

"That's a good point," said Mr. Smith thoughtfully. "I want to buy a White House sometimes."

"Then, I considered the operability." Al continued.

Mr. Smith: "I'm thinking about it too. The operability is generally zero."

Al: "Coincidentally, the owner of this small theater also wants to change careers."

"The market is down and everyone's gone to the movies and TV."

"Luke went to ask someone to inquire about the price of this theater. To be honest, although it is a small theater..."

"It's small, but it can accommodate three or four hundred people."

"Although it is a small theater, the price is actually sky-high."

"Yes."

"Then, I tried to find a way to find a bank loan."

"Okay, tell the truth, is the bank opened by your father?"

"Bah! My dad died a long time ago. Isn't it because I sold several scripts and novels a while ago."

"That's not enough."

"So, I went to Miss Grace."

"God, you finally sold yourself?"

"Fuck you! I won't say anything if you do this again."

"Okay, don't be angry, isn't this a compliment for your handsome looks! Tell me, what's the background of this chick?"

"It's a big background, anyway, you know it's great. She helped me find some connections, reviewed the repayment ability, and inevitably had to mortgage some things, such as the copyright of Mrs. X and Vincent's series of works. , Copyright pledge and so on, it’s a bit complicated to say, after all, the value of literary works is difficult to judge. It can be said that if it is not for Miss Grace’s help, when the loan will be approved, and how much will be approved, is still a big problem. "

"Is this all right?"

"It still doesn't work, so I came up with another cooperation project later on."

Mr. Smith was completely sluggish, and gradually felt that he could not understand English, and repeated like a parrot: "A project."

Al also knew that the other party didn't quite understand, so he didn't go into too much detail: "Miss Grace made a match, and I reached a cooperation agreement with the school. In the future, the theater can cooperate with the school to let the students of the drama club, or simply It's the students of the Drama Academy, all performing on stage in the theater..."

"Huh? How much will it cost to hire them?"

"It doesn't cost money, and these schools have to give me money in turn."

"Are they stupid?"

"What do you think? I provided them with an opportunity to experience the theater stage."

Mr. Smith is listening to heaven.

Al could only laugh: "In short, all you need to know is a bunch of messy names, copyright pledges, project evaluation investment, and guarantors... Anyway, the conclusion is that I have borrowed money."

Luke couldn't help but interjected again: "I've got a whole body of debts, and I have to pay half my life, and if I can't repay, I have to go to jail."

He teased rather helplessly: "I think you are poor enough, honestly, I bet, Al! Your current trouser pocket is definitely cleaner than your face, and all the money in your body is added up. Even It’s not enough to buy a fried wanton.”

Al didn't refute, and made a face at him.

Best and the others next to him laughed, and everyone looked so heartless that they didn't care.

"My God!"

Mr. Smith was almost stunned: "You, why are you making such a fuss?"

"It's funny, does a man need a reason to start a career?"

Al grinned and walked back to the desk, then lazily sat back in the big chair.

But this time, I don't know if it was a psychological effect.

Mr. Smith no longer felt that this scene was incoherent, but he did not feel high-spirited.

For a moment, he felt a little timid, rubbed his hands together, and said in a more respectful tone: "I'm probably a fool, Al. I don't understand. You told me this, and you sent me What are you going to do here? Although I have been in this theater for most of my life, I only sell tickets, and I can only sell tickets..."

"But you've been in the theater for more than 20 years."

"Yes, it has been selling tickets for more than 20 years."

"You are an old employee of the theater."

"Yes, the old employees at the bottom."

"You know everything about the theater, you know everything about the theater, and you're extremely proficient in all kinds of gossip."

"Yes, I love gossip when I'm free."

"Then how about I give you a new job now?"

"New job?"

"From now on, I will leave all the ticketing affairs of our theater to you. You can connect with Best and the others, and by the way, set up the membership system. All the regular old audiences of the theater in the past will be upgraded to members. On the one hand, you need to come up with a detailed charter. In the future, as long as there are shows in the theater, you will have to find ways to sell tickets to me, and I will give you a commission."

"My head is all muddy."

"Well, to put it simply, you've been promoted!"

"God, I have been working for 20 years, and I haven't entered the country at all..."

"Up now!"

"Al!"

"God, please stop talking nonsense, I'm in debt and have a headache!"

"But I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"Don't be too grateful. If you can't do it well, I'll kick you back to the ticket booth and continue to sell tickets. Listen, my old man, next, if you don't work hard for me, if you don't work ten hours a day For two hours, if you dare to sit there and drink tea, read newspapers, and gossip, God will testify for me, I will kick your ass hard!"

So Mr. Smith came in with tears in his eyes, and went out with tears in his eyes.

He never expected that in his middle age, he would still be able to usher in a second career inexplicably.

Luke looked at the back of Mr. Smith going away, and asked hesitantly, "Is he okay?"

"Let's see, let's talk about it if we can't."

Al smiled calmly and slightly tiredly: "You know, Luke, he is kind to me."