The Greatest Showman

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"Renly, if you put aside those considerations, and there are potential future possibilities, what is your preferred outcome?" Eaton's question caused Andre and Matthew's eyes to project, both of them showing curiosity - although just now So much has been said, but Renly has never really expressed his opinion.

Renly's eyebrows lifted slightly.

Eaton had to add, "I mean, you always have a preset direction in the future negotiation process, and then work towards that direction. As Matthew said, if you are worried about Sisyphus becoming Roman Jean The platform for the legalization of our own wealth, then we should avoid him as much as possible, right? Since you are willing to negotiate, it means that you are still looking forward to being able to cooperate with Roman Reigns?"

This is a point of view.

Renly pondered for a moment, "Yes." He simply admitted, "Although there are many risks and potential difficulties. But objectively speaking, I have a good impression of Roman, if we can cooperate in the future. I don't think there's a problem with that. Most importantly, Andre is right about that, he's a better partner than Wall Street."

Most of the problems that need to be faced in cooperation with Roman are all objective; but there are also cooperation with Wall Street or other sources of personal funds, which is almost unavoidable, so DreamWorks simply put all the funds back then. The sources are all closed. Now Sisyphus Pictures is trying to open a window, but no one knows whether the person who came in through this window is a partner or an enemy.

And compared to Wall Street, Roman's affection can be an advantage.

Andre raised his jaw towards Matthew, showing off proudly, but found that Matthew didn't care at all and was still focusing on his own thoughts, which made Andre a little depressed, but he didn't say much after all.

"Andre, ask Arthur about how Roman came to participate in the auction, and why Alexander suddenly thought of sending him an invitation. In addition, look at which film industry Roman Reigns has been involved with in the past few months. People in the industry have contacted. Although Roman took the initiative to approach the door, we should at least know how all this happened, otherwise we would not even know if we became the bait in the trap or were used as gunmen by others, then That's the real shit."

Renly still felt the need to be careful, and Roman wanted to work with Sisyphus Films, which was a good thing, but sometimes you need to be vigilant when a pie falls from the sky.

Matthew cast his gaze towards Renly: In fact, this is the core focus of his worries, and now it seems that Renly is not confused, which is a good thing.

Renly held up the "The Times" in his hand and smiled at Matthew, "How about you, are you going to finish the word game with me?"

Matthew picked up his black tea and raised Erlang's legs, "If your IQ is not enough."

Eaton laughed cheerfully.

The light rain outside the window is still sparsely falling, and London in the late summer and early autumn has also begun to be filled with the desolation of late autumn. Is pulling in the trench coat to resist the raging rage.

But the warmth and coziness in the room made people relax. It was a rare sight for Renly and a few friends to enjoy an idle afternoon: in that afternoon when the wind broke the dead branches, a cup of black tea and a piece of Madeleine cake made the world To become warm again, life is actually quite simple.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside. There was hardly a trace of light in the gray sky, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness. The hazy halo supports a protective cover, as if Miyazaki's movies have come to reality, and there is a sense of comfort in the tranquility, which makes people want to stop and watch the rain.

The black taxi slowly stopped by the street. Arthur sat in the back seat and looked at the two-story villa in front of him through the window. At a certain moment, he felt a sense of returning to Hall's house. The illusion of a mansion is solemn and solemn, heavy and deep, just like a giant beast dormant in the dark, giving people an urge to turn around and flee. But then I realized that it was all misleading by the dim light.

"Sir?" the taxi driver asked loudly.

Arthur realized that he had been delayed for too long, and hurriedly took out fifty pounds and handed it to the driver, "Don't look for it." Then he pushed open the car door and walked out.

Yea.

The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and a jet-black umbrella supported a small sky, moving quickly like a floating mushroom, walking through the slate brick path, through the green grassy garden, and pushed open the carved flowers. The iron gate, and then a low voice sounded in my ears, "Master Arthur."

It's Philip.

Arthur's footsteps couldn't help but pause again, and the illusion returned again, "Yeah." He opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't say anything.

Under the guidance of Philip, entering the room all the way, Arthur took off his wet trench coat and handed it to Philip, and stopped at the entrance as he was about to start.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, mixed with the aroma of a little oil smoke, but it is still a strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, walking through the cream-yellow halo, making all the noises quiet down. There was laughter in the room, full of joy that bloomed, but the thoughts couldn't help but follow the smoke of the oil.

The breath explored the front of the corridor, and couldn't help but wonder about the warmth hidden behind the lemon-yellow halo.

"What's the matter?" Arthur couldn't hold back after all, and turned to ask, "I mean, this smell?"

"Master Renly wants to eat Chinese/Chinese/food today. The cook is preparing now, and the smell of oil smoke is a little strong. I will tell her to pay attention immediately." Philip replied dutifully.

"No, no." Arthur himself didn't understand, and the words of veto were blurted out like this, "I mean, if Renly likes it, then so be it."

Vaguely, Arthur liked the atmosphere even more.

"What happened?" Before the voice fell, a questioning voice came from above the stairs. When he raised his head, Arthur could see Edith who was yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Edith was wearing a simple t-shirt and sports shorts, her messy hair was growing like weeds, and she didn't seem to wake up.

"It's okay." Arthur replied subconsciously, "Uh... Have you reversed the jet lag? Are you going to join us for dinner?" Originally, Arthur was going to ask about Turkey or the auction, but the words came to his lips, After all, they were still a little restrained, and they returned to daily communication - but even in daily communication, they would not usually ask such questions, which is obviously more life-like.

"Yeah." Edith nodded, "I just woke up because I was hungry. What is being prepared in the kitchen, it smells really good, is it Chinese/Chinese food? The aroma of cooking, I didn't expect it to be so fragrant. , is much more delicious than takeout." Then Edith stretched a lot, "I just feel like I'm home now."

Family.

Now Arthur finally understands what that strange feeling is all about: Is this what it feels like to be at home? Although they all look similar on the outside, the content contained in the interior lighting is different, but they create different homes, exclusive to their own homes.

Arthur was a little flustered, he still didn't quite get used to it, but the weird feeling was... a little comfortable, he still didn't speak after all, finally left the entrance, turned into the room on the right, and saw someone playing a word game. Four people, "...Are you serious? Word game?"

Arthur himself did not expect it, but the words blurted out like this.

"Hey, be quiet!" It was Andre who spoke, "Wait, what's the name of the little naughty elf picking the juice in 'A Midsummer's Dream'?"

"puck!" said Matthew and Eaton at the same time, and Renly looked at Andrei gloatingly, "You don't remember your role in that St. Patrick's Day play! But it shouldn't be a surprise, it's definitely It was a disaster."

Andrei said it for granted, "That's because I'm not interested, thank you."

Arthur stood beside him, speechless.

Renly looked up and said, "Welcome home. It's been a tough day, how's it going, why don't you come over and relax? There's Sudoku on the sofa, I remember. Hey, Edith, come over for some afternoon tea, it's still before dinner. With a little time, maybe you can fill your stomach with two madeleines."

"God, it's great, I think I can eat a whole cow now." Edith patted Arthur's shoulder and walked around Arthur's position, "This gentleman, don't get in the way, yours What about etiquette?" While complaining, he entered the study, "How is it, what game are you playing?"

Arthur was dumbfounded. He was usually the one who likes to play, but why is he a little bit unable to keep up with the rhythm now? His laziness and dashing are limited to outside the mansion. As long as he goes home, he must be armed, and he never dares to relax easily, but now he can't tell where it is.

At this time, Arthur had the opportunity to look at the room in front of him. It was obviously a study room. The three walls were full of bookshelves, including the wall at the entrance door, but the remaining one was really big. The floor-to-ceiling windows and the curtains are pulled up, and you can vaguely see the garden and street lights outside, and the whole field of vision is opened up - even if it is haze outside, it doesn't matter.

Unconsciously, Arthur's shoulders also relaxed.

Philip appeared behind him, "Master Arthur, do you need anything?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, "...Philip, where am I now?" He knew that his words were very stupid, but the line between reality and illusion was completely blurred, and he needed to make sure.

"Home. Master Arthur, you are at home now," Philip replied.

Arthur nodded ignorantly, and finally took a step forward. He sat down beside Eaton, who looked up from the newspaper, "Do you need a cup of black tea? Arthur."

"...Okay." Arthur quietly relaxed his shoulders, leaning against the back of the sofa, and then saw Edith who was stuffing the cake into his mouth with his hands, and the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't help but bloom. Come.

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