The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Hannah, are you home?"

Knocking on the door of the fisherman's house, she stood outside the door and yelled in with her head protruding. The little boy whose clothes were so dirty stuck out his head and responded: "Sister is going to sell flowers on the street, dad is sleeping, mom The net is being mended."

There is no poorer fisherman than this one in the entire pier. In the cold weather, this child doesn't even have a pair of shoes on his feet.Most of Little Alice's servants are like this, if it is really a child from a better family, she may not be willing to take them to play.

"Good boy, it's you." Alice took out five silver coins from her skirt and waved them in front of his eyes: "This is a deposit for you. I want two dozen packed oysters to be sent to the old place."

The light of the silver coin lit up the little boy's eyes, and he jumped out barefoot: "Don't worry, we're ready!"

Alice threw the silver coin to him, and added: "There are still flowers, bring a bouquet, tie it with the waste ribbon I got from the cake shop last time, and I will give you two more if it is delivered within 10 minutes." money."

The boy who was about six or seven years old wiped his nose with the back of his hand, took the silver coin and smiled: "Thank you, sister Alice."

"It's nothing, I'm going back now, hurry up." She waved her hand and ran fast with the bottle in her arms.

Returning to the Bercy Cabaret Theater, the atmosphere is at its most intense moment.The music became more frivolous, and the girls who were willing to receive guests and do business wore fashionable and light gauze skirts and stuck to the gentlemen, trying their best to catch today's prey and prevent them from escaping.Boss Bercy stood guard at the gate and kept an eye out for signs of patrols on the street. When he saw little Alice running back, he smiled and asked her, "My little baby, how is the night?"

"Not bad, quite quiet."

The cops either slept at home or danced with the girls in the cabaret, and everything was fine.

The fat boss was overjoyed, he patted his stomach and said, "Then I have to go to bed early. For men, going to bed too late is bad for their health."

"Is the room in the corridor on the third floor ready? I'll send the wine in right away." She walked up the iron stairs without looking back, and Boss Bercy answered from below: "Of course it's ready, the charcoal fire is full , Keeping guests comfortable and happy.”

After a while, the youngest son of the consumptive fisherman arrived with cleaned oysters and a bouquet of flowers.After making sure that the tip could not be lost, Alice got into the dance floor to ask for today's wages: "Mr. Everything is ready, I wish you a good night."

The girl who was sticking to his arms and showing his courteousness followed suit with a happy smile—she would be free for at least half a month by squeezing the fat sheep delivered to her door.

It wasn't until the sky was slightly green that Alice returned to Wilgent's house smelling of tobacco all over her body and fell asleep.When she woke up again, Mrs. Wilgent had taken away the income placed on the fireplace, and the little girl planned to go to the public bathroom on the street to take a bath before starting a new busy day.

She went out with a small basket and came back with wet black hair. The fat Belsie was already sitting on the sofa in his living room: "To my God of beauty, Venus, Alice, I can't even imagine that in a few years You have to figure out what it will look like."

Alice didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and dragged her hair and ran up the attic. Shawn Belsey had to turn back and sneer at Mrs. Vergent: "This girl is really hot."

"Hmph, I don't know who I look like with a bad personality."

The old woman wrapped her woolen shawl tightly: "I agree to the deal you mentioned, when will I bring someone to see it?"

After receiving this answer, Bercy grinned: "If possible, I hope the sooner the better. Such a good opportunity, no one wants to get in without sharpening their heads. Besides, Alice's conditions were originally It doesn't meet the requirements of the coffee lady, if she is not well-known in the art field, I really don't even need to mention it."

"Hmph, who doesn't know what you guys are up to, don't pretend to be there. You bring someone here this afternoon, I want this amount." She stretched out her hand and gestured: "It's like arranging the rest of my poor daughter's life."

She's old, doesn't know if she'll be able to open her eyes the next morning, and always has to make arrangements for the rest of her poor daughter's life before leaving for hell.

Belsey narrowed his eyes and nodded briskly.

As long as he didn't stay in the hands of little Alice, he could take the big Alice and the money together when she left Brandenburg.As for Mrs. Vergent... such an old woman, she might fall to her death on the road.

At this time, it is nothing more than a moment of patience, and one still has to look at the future.

"Then it's settled. At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will visit with another gentleman, Mr. Finn. Please let the child change into some decent clothes for meeting guests."

Insufficient natural conditions, then you can only figure out a way the day after tomorrow, and you must make this deal a success!

At 02:30 in the afternoon, little Alice was pressed by her grandmother to change into a gauze dress left by her mother when she was young.In such a cold day, the thin fabric has no function of keeping out the cold. She was so cold that her face was blue and her lips were purple, and she secretly cursed the fat boss and the guests who were about to come to "inspect the goods".

"Sir, this girl is a living legend on Kloster Street, a genius who is once in a century!"

Seam Belsey, eloquent and eloquent, led the way to the door of Wilgent's house.Walking behind him was a tall and straight gentleman wearing a wig: "To be honest, Belsy, if I hadn't heard about your reputation from a reliable source, I would never agree to such a thing. Madam of the upper class You and gentlemen only like pure angels with blond hair and blue eyes, black hair? Tsk tsk tsk, that's the hair color of little devils in hell."

"But the eyes are purple, watery, don't mention how exciting it is. She is also a Eurasian, which is very rare these days. If you keep her, the income will not be worse than selling it to you in a few years. I just sympathize with her. Crazy mother and elderly grandmother at home."

Bercy lowered his voice to introduce the characteristics of the "cargo", and knocked twice on the door of Wilgent's house.

The door opened, and Mrs. Vergent invited the guests to the fireplace with a serious face——Big Alice seemed to have noticed something, and her mother's instinct urged her to come down from the attic and cling to her daughter, for fear that someone else would snatch her away if she didn't pay attention. Walking Treasure: "Who are you?"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Alice instantly attracted the eyes of the two men, and little Alice, who was trying hard not to tremble, was stopped behind her.Boss Bercy eagerly approached her: "My dear Alice, don't you remember me? I am the most generous and honest Bercy, the nicest guy on this street."

The two virtues of generosity and honesty may occasionally be manifested in others, as for Shaw Belsey... probably only he would think so.

Big Alice shrank back, her confused memory and misplaced consciousness screaming warnings.

"It's okay, my dear. Leave it to me, you can sit next to me for a while." Little Alice hugged her mother from behind, comforting her gently: "Do you want to hear me sing? Or do a dance? Or come Some music."

The gentleman who came to inspect the "goods" was very interested in Big Alice. After seeing Little Alice, this interest became clear.

This child combines all the advantages of the different races of the East and the West. Even if the hair color is not liked by the upper class, his outstanding talent and those beautiful purple eyes are more than enough to make up for it.

On this point, Shaw Belsey has always had a good eye.The gentleman nodded secretly, and turned to little Alice: "Miss Vergent, may I ask you to show off your talent?"

The little girl had been looking at his elegant tie and ruby ​​cuffs since he entered the door, and when she was questioned, she immediately curtseyed by the hem of her skirt: "Okay, sir."

Belsey immediately laughed and stood up: "I am willing to serve you, my old friend. What better place is there than the stage of the cabaret theater? There are all the instruments you need, no matter what kind."

As the only guardian, Mrs. Vergent must of course also go together, so only Elise was left alone in the house.

"My dear, let's go out for a while, and we will be back soon." She coaxed her mentally disturbed daughter back to the attic, turned around and found a large woolen cloak from the cabinet and threw it on the thinly dressed granddaughter, and said to the two men : "Please hurry up, Alice can't live without people for a moment."

"I'm so sorry."

Mrs. Coffee's butler, Mr. Finn, raised his hand and turned his wrist to express how deeply he regretted it.For a beauty like Alice, as long as she is not so stupid as to break through the bottom line to seek "true love" and "loyalty", she will surely be able to easily enter the upper class.

What a pity.

A group of people closed the door and walked towards Bercy Cabaret Theater. Halfway there, a few gusts of wind blew, and snowflakes fell from the sky again.It has been sunny for several days, and just when everyone thought it would last until spring, the wind and snow began to rule again.

Shawn Belsey winced: "My God, here we go again!"

Bad weather can make the theater's business bad, business bad, and the mood of the boss along with it.

"It's no big deal, and the snow scene has something special in the eyes of ladies and gentlemen."

The gentleman who was traveling with him said something that he thought was quite philosophical, and Belsie bent over, trying to compliment those worthy great men.

After crossing the Manshui Bridge, and more than 500 meters ahead, the exaggerated neon signboard of Bercy Song and Dance Theater appeared beside the road.It was still morning, the neon lights were not on, and the sign looked lifeless, like a lazy man who hadn't woken up.Boss Bercy led the guests to the empty backstage through the side door, pointed at the musical instrument cabinet and smiled: "There are everything, you can choose whatever you want."

"So... violin, cello, or... piano?"

The butler looked at little Alice. The little girl took off the violin hanging on the wall and played a flawless dance in G minor.

It was a classical piece showing off its smoothness. Boss Bercy frowned, walked to the upright piano against the wall and opened it: "Honey, how about a lively piece?"

What Ms. Coffee wants is definitely not a "music genius". Those titles are tailor-made for young masters and ladies from rich families.For a girl from a downtrodden family like Alice Vergent, she needs to be a little bit stronger to get a chance.

Little Alice obediently followed him and raised the bow, dancing with hot and lingering notes, frivolous and ambiguous.The music crossed the heartstrings of the audience, making people feel hot and thirsty.

"Very good, you are such a genius to play this kind of music with an extremely dignified expression." It seemed that she knew exactly what she was going to face, which was very good, and could save a lot of work of consolation after the first time.The butler nodded, pointed to the empty stage and said, "Let us see your dance steps, Miss Vergent."

Little Alice immediately put the violin back, took off her cloak, changed her dancing shoes and stepped onto the stage with her head held high.

In the deserted song and dance theater, the girl hovered alone in the pale open space.There is no audience, no applause, no flowers, no applause, only the embarrassment and unwilling struggle of life.

The recorded music was flowing, and the gentleman who came to inspect the goods was fascinated by it. Mrs. Vergent frowned and was full of thoughts, but it was Boss Bercy who disappeared without a trace.