From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Open, close.

Little Frank seemed excited and restless, like a rookie agent on his first mission, eager to get started.

Old Frank stood beside him, calm and composed, "Don't grin."

Little Frank quickly suppressed his smile and stood obediently.

Old Frank continued, "After I go in, you return to the driver's seat and wait for me. Even if the police come to give you a ticket, don't move the car, understand?"

Little Frank nodded slightly, but he still couldn't suppress his curiosity, "Dad, what's all this for?"

Pfft.

Little Frank laughed outright.

Old Frank, "You see, the manager of Chase Bank is about to open the door for your father."

Before he finished speaking, a gentleman in a suit opened the bank door, personally welcoming Old Frank with a smile.

It turned out that beneath the seemingly glamorous exterior were countless lice—

Old Frank was under investigation for tax evasion, and all his assets were frozen, causing his business to grind to a halt, and he needed funds.

So, he set his sights on Chase Bank, currently the largest bank in the world.

As long as the bank was willing to lend him money to help him get through this difficult time, he was confident that he could make a comeback. He expected a bank of Chase Bank's caliber to be able to take more risks and dare to venture, and he only needed a sum of working capital.

The series of actions before were just for show, hoping to create an image through such superficial work to add some confidence to the negotiation.

Unfortunately, he was still rejected.

After the failure, Old Frank also realized that he had lost the initiative.

So, he sold the car and took Little Frank to return the suits; then he sold the house, and the family of three lived in a small apartment.

Life fell to the bottom, but even in the midst of hardship, they could still find joy and continue.

On Little Frank's sixteenth birthday, his father didn't forget despite being overwhelmed with琐事; not only didn't he forget, but he also gave him a special gift—

A checkbook, from Chase Bank.

"...Which means that from today onwards, you will join their little club."

His father said.

Despite the struggle, despite the difficulties, the smile returned to his lips.

However, it didn't last long.

Transferring from a private school to a public school, Little Frank still hadn't changed his daily habits and was completely unaware of the environment he was about to face.

On the first day, habitually wearing his school uniform to school, Little Frank faced a shocking education head-on. First, he was bumped into for no reason by a chubby boy. After finally finding the French class classroom, watching the chaotic and disorderly classroom in front of him, the chubby boy reappeared and made sarcastic remarks.

"Are you selling encyclopedias?"

"He looks like a substitute teacher."

This was not the school atmosphere Little Frank was used to.

Take a deep breath, take another deep breath.

Little Frank controlled himself, standing at the classroom door, his body leaning slightly forward, ready to enter his seat, but after a slight hesitation, he turned around, passed the podium, and walked towards the blackboard.

Facing the blackboard, Little Frank hesitated slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed. Despite trying his best to suppress it, he could still feel the surging emotions.

Finally, he picked up the chalk and wrote directly on the blackboard—

Mr. Abagnale.

And, amidst the clamor and chaos of the entire room, he raised his voice.

"Quiet, students."

"My name is Mr. Abagnale, not Abagnaleo, not Abagneler..."

The chubby boy who bumped into Little Frank just now froze, immediately feeling uneasy.

"But Abagnale."

Little Frank turned around and entered the classroom calmly.

"Now, who can come up and tell me where we left off last time?"

The classroom was silent, but still chaotic.

In the screening room, it was the same.

One or two people looked at each other, no one knew what was happening, but watching this scene, they felt a faint expectation and excitement. Was this normal?

In the classroom, there was no sound, but the students still maintained their sitting or standing postures, all looking at Little Frank, seemingly not understanding what was happening, so their reactions glitched.

Little Frank found his voice in the silence, "Sorry, everyone, if I need to say it again, I will report the entire class."

"Sit down!"

Anger erupted instantly.

The classroom finally started moving again, the students hurriedly lowered their heads and rushed back to their seats.

After a brief commotion, everyone finally sat down, and then someone reminded, "Chapter Seven."

Little Frank quickly flipped through his books, "Please turn to Chapter Eight, shall we begin?"

Finally, Little Frank couldn't hold back, striding towards the chubby boy, bending down and unleashing his energy loudly and without warning in the chubby boy's ear.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

The chubby boy was stunned, "Brad."

Little Frank grabbed Brad's arm and pulled him up, "Brad, why don't you stand in front of the class and read the fifth paragraph of the dialogue?"

Brad stood in front of the class, uneasy, constantly shifting his legs, looking like he was about to pee his pants, his neck stiff, not daring to turn his head at all.

Then, Brad stumbled and stammered as he read the text, his pronunciation and intonation were particularly strange, and the students in the classroom couldn't help but giggle and laugh.

At this time, an elderly lady with her hair in a bun entered the classroom. Seeing this scene, she looked at Little Frank with a confused expression, her voice trembling slightly.

"They sent me. They said they needed to find a substitute teacher for Roberta. I came all the way from Dixon."

Little Frank took a step forward, looked at the elderly lady, and lowered his voice, "Sorry, I've been substituting for Roberta."

Without pausing, Little Frank turned to look at Brad, "Sorry, why did you stop?"

The elderly lady's pupils shook violently, filled with confusion and panic, almost about to cry, "I will never come back to Bellarmine-Jefferson High School as a substitute teacher again! You tell them never to call me again! Do you think it's easy for a lady of my age to run all the way here and spend money on transportation? They won't even reimburse me!"

The elderly lady babbled and turned to leave in despair, and the classroom burst into laughter again.

In the screening room, there was a sense of astonishment—

To be precise, some surprise, some accident, some curiosity, some humor. It was difficult to describe what kind of feeling it was, but there was even a little admiration.

However, this was just the beginning.

The camera turned to the principal sitting in his office with a troubled expression.

"Mr. and Mrs. Abagnale, this isn't about your son's attendance rate. I regret to inform you that in the past week, Frank has been teaching French class in place of Mrs. Glaser."

Paula Abagnale: "What?"

The entire screening room, "What?"

The principal, "Your son pretended to be a substitute teacher, lecturing and assigning homework to the students. Mrs. Glaser is sick, and the substitute teacher is caught in some misunderstandings. Yesterday, your son held a parent-teacher conference, preparing to arrange internships at a French bakery in Trenton. Do you understand the problem?"

Everyone, jaws dropped, from inside the screen to outside the screen.