British 1986

Chapter 105 My majestic Earl has actually become...

"Poetry?"

Allen's impression on Sylvie Guillian is that appearance is greater than temperament, but now temperament is greater than appearance.

The two things climbed side by side, which kept deepening the impression in her mind.

Under such circumstances, your Excellency actually wants to teach her poetry?

Although

It sounded very romantic, but it was too romantic and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to catch it.

How can an ordinary civilian compare with a noble in literary accomplishment?

After blinking, Xi Wei said in a guilty voice: "Alan, what is... what kind of poetry?"

"Oh, it's a poem about geese. You know, geese are just like you when you perform on stage, very elegant and sometimes very domineering."

"Yeah. I know, but I heard that Chinese is difficult to learn. I don't know how to speak it."

"That doesn't matter."

Allen gently placed his right hand on Xi Wei Guilian's waist, and she trembled slightly, then leaned closer to Allen.

"This poem has four lines in total. You only need to learn the first line."

"Oh, then I'm a little stupid, you must be more patient with me."

Sylvia Guillian moved her nose and smelled the fragrance on Allen's clothes.

In addition to the fragrance of the detergent itself, there was also a smell that was unique to men. It was the first time she discovered such a smell. It was so intoxicating that she couldn't help but want to fall down on him.

"Coughing is not a big problem. You will learn how to do it after I push hard. It's very simple."

What should I do if I want to show off my knowledge when my knowledge reserve is limited?

Just say something that others can’t understand!

Anyway

A swan is also a goose, right?

Then teach her a song called Xiang Xiang Tian Ge.

When the sun shone into the room again, Allen, who had been chanting swan all night, slowly woke up.

My waist is a little sore.

I briefly recalled the poem-reciting scene between the two of them last night.

And Allen finally understood why a ballet dancer had calluses on his hands.

First of all, when she usually trains, she has to press her legs and hold on to the bar when she presses her legs. After years of practice, it is not surprising that she has calluses on her hands.

But the leg press is amazing.

For many people, it is a difficult one-piece horse, but when it comes to Sylvie Guillian, it is simply child's play.

She knows the V-shaped horse!

It is a positive V, not an inverted Λ.

Not only that, but only after getting in-depth contact with ballet dancers, Allen discovered that his knowledge was shallow before.

Speaking of which.

I have to sigh, it has to be a French guy who knows how to play.

When the legs are pressed to a certain level, they can actually press down on the back of the neck.

Very scary!

But very strange!

It was the first time for Mr. Allen to play this kind of posture, and it was inevitable that he would be a little bit intoxicated.

After smacking his lips and reminiscing, and twisting his neck, Allen half-leaned on the head of the bed, reached to the side with his right hand, and found nothing.

Where have people gone?

He quickly pulled the bell and called the servant waiting outside.

"Master? Do you want to wash up?"

"Where are the people?"

Allen pointed to the side.

"Miss Xiwei left early in the morning. It is said that they are on their way to the next tour destination."

"Didn't you say that you have two days off to rest after the performance?"

This little girl said it herself yesterday.

"Tsk" he sighed with some pity, and then asked lazily: "Has she had breakfast?"

The maid glanced at Allen and said with a smile: "Master. Miss Xiwei seemed to be feeling unwell before she left. She didn't have breakfast."

After looking at the maid's expression, Allen said without blushing, "Okay, let's wash up later. I want to eat first, I'm hungry! Tell Master Zong that I want to take a supplement."

"Okay. Does the housekeeper need to be notified?"

"Well, let's call and see what the plans are for today."

After explaining, Allen squinted his eyes again, preparing to be confused for a while longer.

Since Wales has a small population, the pace of life is relatively slow.

It is very common for ordinary people to get up at eight or nine in the morning.

And Allen.

He is considered diligent, when he is at home if he does not need to go out.

I sleep until I wake up naturally around 9:30 every morning, wash up and have breakfast. I finish at about 11 o'clock, and then look at reports and other things.

I am busy until lunch around twelve o'clock, and then I take a nap after lunch, which is the so-called lunch break.

It's around two o'clock, usually I get up at 2:30, tidy up a little, and start working again at three o'clock.

At four o'clock, afternoon tea time will start on time, eat some snacks, drink tea, read the newspaper, and relax for a while.

After afternoon tea, after a busy day like this, Allen would ask the masseur to massage his shoulders.

At about six o'clock, I will be busy for a while, and then prepare dinner.

Every day is such hard work and rest.

"Master, there is nothing routine today. I have already pushed it for you. Oh, Karl sent a message over there. There are media over there in the United States who want to interview you. They have contacted the media here and want to organize a joint interview."

Hu Te was well dressed as always, holding a notepad and standing beside Allen's bed to report today's schedule.

The young master invited women home for dinner last night. Hu Te made early changes to his daily routine today. What if the young master is still busy during the day?

"Um"

Allen stretched out his hand to block the spoon that the maid handed to his mouth and said, "I don't want to drink this. It's a bit salty. I want something sweeter."

"Okay, Master, then I'll notify the kitchen to change it for you."

"Um!"

After yawning, Allen put his hands on his head and settled into a comfortable position huddled in the blanket. Then he looked at Hut and said strangely: "What do these Americans think? What's there to interview? Where's Siphis?" , why haven’t you seen him these days? Have you finished the script?”

It's been more than a month since then, but why hasn't the script been finished yet?

In this regard, Allen is relatively lazy. He used to look down on the work efficiency of these people, but later found out that they had this attitude towards work, and no matter how noisy they were, it would just be like that.

So now Allen is more Buddhist. He talks a lot, makes requests, gives a rough story frame, and the rest.

The rest is up to Syphis to coordinate and manage. Once things are done, send them to him for a look. If you are satisfied, start the work. If you are not satisfied, send them back for corrections!

Isn’t that what my subordinates use it for?

"Master, if you refuse their interview, we may receive a request in a few days. I haven't paid attention to Siphis. It seems that he said that an editor resigned. It may have been delayed because of this."

After hearing Hu Te's words, Allen pondered for a moment and said: "Well, just say that I have mysophobia. They can interview me, but they need a health certificate, which must be recent. Let's see what they say."

"this"

Hu Te was stunned. This move was a bit insulting. How could any reporter ask for a health certificate?

but.

Although the young master's method is insulting, if you feel insulted, why don't you come for the interview?

No one forced you to come.

"Okay. That's my reply. Do you need me to inform Syphis to come to your study in a while?"

"Well, okay, call him over."

When Syphis knocked on the door and announced, when he walked into Allen's study, what he saw was his young master cleaning his gun.

The old-fashioned single-barreled shotgun was held in the hands of his young master and carefully wiped.

Seeing this scene, Syphis suddenly broke down in cold sweat on his forehead.

He thought that because of his procrastination in doing things recently, the young master was going to execute him.

"Young Master, listen to me."

"Um?"

Allen put down his gun. Most things had been taken care of recently. He was a little restless. He had a small gallop on the cygnet last night, which made him want to go hunting. He put down the oilcloth in his hand and took it. He wiped his hands with a wet wipe before looking at Syphis, who looked nervous.

Syphis, who used to like to dress very showy in the past, looked a little haggard and lost his former charm.

"What are you going to say? Is it because I don't look for you, so you still want to delay it? How long has it been?"

Syphis lowered his head, it was hard to defend.

But the look in his young master's eyes was normal and there was no murderous intention. It seemed like he was being too preoccupied?

"Master, didn't you say that you need a female screenwriter with a delicate mind and rich emotions to better fill in the details of the script for you? Such a screenwriter is hard to find!"

Syphis began to complain.

Where could he find a screenwriter with such harsh conditions for a while?

You can't always ask about a candidate's past love life every time you meet them, right?

There is no such intrusion into privacy.

"Oh? So you haven't found it yet?"

"I found it, I found it, uh, it's just that she just graduated. Although she is not a serious screenwriter, she is very capable!"

"What about the script?"

"Here it is!"

Syphis held the script in both hands and placed it gently on the table.

Allen glanced at the script and didn't rush to read it. Instead, he asked about the sales of the video tape.

The movie has been released, but the box office split will still have to wait three or four months.

This is already very efficient. It is not impossible for ordinary producers to split the accounts and make you wait for half a year or a year.

Allen no longer expected to make any big money at the box office, and his focus was on video sales.

Not to mention this kind of video tape today, a video tape of a movie can be sold for at least ten years, and even some classic movies can be sold for decades!

If the water flows slowly here, the profits will be huge.

If technology such as VCD comes out in the future, costs can be further reduced.

"How is the sales of the video tape? Is there any response to version B?"

"I haven't made detailed statistics on this yet. If you need it, I'll ask the factory to send you a shipping order."

"Um"

Allen closed his eyes and went through the plan in his mind, then opened his eyes and looked at Siphis and said: "Let your little magazine get started, find a few small newspapers to criticize the Americans, and say that they are shamelessly following the trend. While the video is smearing us, the United States has been very interesting recently, taking advantage of this popularity to characterize the matter first."

Syphis frowned and nodded. He knew about this thing. The company and personnel who produced version B were all found in the United States, and he had made it clear to them at the beginning.

As long as the money is in place, they will shut up and become the young master's most loyal employees.

As for using them to smear the Americans, they have no objection. Again, once the money is in place, the boss can do whatever he wants!

But now.

There is no news criticizing version B yet, why should we start to criticize it first?

A rake?

Syphis somewhat understood what his young master meant.

"Okay, young master, I will make arrangements when I get back."

"Also, where is the actor? Have you found him yet? Where is Patrice?"

"Well, he went to the United States. He is an actor. The actor Patrice recommended one of his students. I think the image is not bad. The young actor also has an eye for it. He is in contact with the other person's guardian. However, the actress is a bit tricky. She is still there. Pick.”

Allen took a breath, this efficiency is really bad!

He glanced at the shrunken Siphis and didn't bother to bother him. It was not his problem alone.

"Okay, find the manpower as soon as possible and send it over for me to take a look at. If there are any problems, I can prepare it as soon as possible."

"Okay, I understand, then I'll go down first, young master."

Allen nodded and said nothing.

The project is progressing slowly. In this case, it is even more necessary to go hunting to relieve fatigue!

The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow!

Directly west of the estate is the Welsh National Park.

There are many wild deer, wild sheep, wolves and wild boars living there.

Anyway, the Hill family has protected them for so long, so it's time for them to make some contribution.

As a protector, Mr. Allen goes to hunt a few wild animals and collect some protection fees. Isn’t that excessive?

Early morning two days later.

"Master! Master!"

Following the gentle call, Allen opened his eyes drowsily.

Then he woke up with a start. Under normal circumstances, Hu Te would not come into the bedroom and take the initiative to wake him up before he woke up.

Like now, something must have happened!

"What happened?!"

Allen sat up and thought about it carefully. He hadn't made any mistakes recently.

"Your Highness is here!"

"who?"

"Your Highness William!"

"???"

Allen grabbed the blanket and threw it aside, sat on the bedside and asked, "Who is here? William? Then the princess and His Highness are here too? Why is it so early? What time is it?"

It shouldn't be. You arrived so early in the morning. You have to leave London at six or seven, right?

I looked at the time and saw that it was only around nine in the morning.

"Young Master, don't worry. Your Highness came by yourself. Your Highness and Princess are not here."

"William came here by himself? What is he here for?"

Hearing that it was William himself, Allen stopped moving and lay half back on the bed.

A little kid came and almost scared himself to death. He thought it was Charles who was planning a surprise attack again on a whim.

"Your Highness said he came to play with you."

"?"

Allen scratched his hair. He was startled by this little kid early in the morning, but he came to play with him?

"Isn't he going to class? Doesn't the princess care about him?"

"His Royal Highness said that he has no class today. The princess is busy with the charity banquet. She also has to take Prince Harry with her, so... His Highness William"

Huth spread his hands towards Allen.

My noble earl has actually become a nanny?

ps: Why do you always swallow my paragraphs? When I look back, I realize that there are one or two hundred words missing.