England 1986

Chapter 105 My Imposing Earl Has Been Reduced to .
"Poetry?"

Allen gave Xi Wei Gulian the impression that appearance was greater than temperament, but now temperament is greater than appearance.

The two things climbed alternately, and the impression was constantly deepening in her mind.

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

although
It sounds very romantic, but, it's too romantic, she's afraid she won't be able to handle it.

How can an ordinary commoner compare his literary accomplishments with a nobleman?

Blinking, Xi Wei said with a guilty voice, "Alan. What is it? What poetry?"

"Oh, it's a poem about a goose. Goose, you know, just like when you perform on stage, very elegant and occasionally domineering."

"Hmm. I know, but I heard that Chinese is difficult to learn, so I can't speak it."

"It doesn't matter."

Allen put his right hand lightly on Xi Wei Gulian's waist, trembled slightly with her, and then leaned against Allen's side.

"There are four lines in this poem, you only need to learn the first line."

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

Xi Wei Gulian moved her nose and smelled the fragrance on Alan's clothes.

In addition to the scent of the cleaning agent itself, there is also a smell unique to men. It was the first time she discovered such a smell, so intoxicating, she couldn't help but want to fall on him.
"Cough, it's not a big problem. Once I use my strength, you will learn it. It's very simple."

In the case of limited knowledge reserves, what should I do if I want to show my knowledge?
Just say something that no one else can understand!

Anyway
Are swans considered geese?
Then teach her a goose goose tune to the sky.

When the sun shone into the room again, Allen, who sang geese all night, slowly woke up.

My waist is a little sore.

A little recalled the scene of the two of them reciting poems last night.

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

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

But leg presses are amazing.

For many people, it is a difficult one-word horse, but when it comes to Xi Wei Ji Lian, it is simply a child's play.

She will be a V horse!

It is positive V, not inverted Λ.

Not only these, but only after getting in touch with ballet dancers in depth did Allen realize that he had been shallow before.

Speaking of which.

I have to sigh with emotion, it has to be a French guy who can play.

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

Very scary!
But very strange!
Master Allen, who was playing this posture for the first time, was inevitably a little bit intoxicated.

After smacking his lips for a while, and twisting his neck, Allen half leaned on the head of the bed, and fished aside with his right hand, but it was empty.

Where have people gone?

Quickly pull the bell to call the servants waiting outside.

"Master? Do you want to wash up?"

"What about people?"

Allen pointed to the side.

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

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

This chick said it herself yesterday.

"Tsk" sighed regretfully, and Allen asked lazily, "Has she had breakfast yet?"

The maid looked at Alan with a smile on the corner of her mouth and said, "Young master, Miss Xiwei, she didn't seem to be feeling well before she left, and she didn't have breakfast."

Glancing at the maid's expression, Allen said without blushing and heartbeat: "Okay, let's wash up later, I want to eat first, I'm hungry! Tell Master Zong, I want to make up."

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

"Come on, let's see what's planned for today."

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

Due to the small population in Wales, the pace of life is relatively slow.

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

And Allen.
He is hardworking, if he doesn't need to go out, he is at home.

Every morning around 09:30 until I wake up naturally, take a shower and eat breakfast, finish it at about [-]:[-], and then look at the report and the like.

I was busy until around twelve o'clock to eat lunch, and after lunch, I would go back to sleep, which is the so-called lunch break.

After two o'clock, usually get up at 02:30, tidy up a little, and then start working for a while at three o'clock.

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

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

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

Every day is such a hard work and rest.

"Young master. I don't have any daily routine today, so I pushed it for you. Oh. Carl sent a message over there. There are media in the United States who want to interview you. They contacted our media and wanted to organize a joint interview."

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

Last night, the young master invited women home for dinner. Today, Hu Te made changes early in his daily routine. What if the young master is still busy during the day?

"Um"

Allen reached out 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 tell the kitchen to change it for you."

"Ok!"

After yawning, Allen put his hands on his pillow, huddled in the blanket in a comfortable position, and looked at Huth a little strangely: "What do these Yankees think? What's there to interview? What about Syphis?" , Why haven't I seen him these days, is the script ready?"

It has been more than a month before and after, why the script is not finished yet.

In this regard, Alan is rather lazy. He used to look down on the work efficiency of these people, but later found that they have this attitude towards work, and no matter how noisy they are, it's just that.

So now Allen is more of a Buddhist type. He moves his mouth, makes requests, and gives a general story frame. Others.
The rest will be managed by Syphis. When the things are finished, send them to him for a look. If you are satisfied, you will start working. If you are not satisfied, you will send them back for modification!

Isn't that what your subordinates use?

"Master, if you refuse their interview, we may receive a request in a few days. I didn't pay attention to Sifis. It seems that he said that an editor resigned, probably because of the delay."

Hearing Huth's words, Allen pondered for a while and said, "Well, let's just say that I have a clean freak, and they can interview me if they want to, but they need a recent health certificate. Let's see what they say."

"This"

Hu Te was stunned, this move was a bit insulting, how could the interviewing reporter need a health certificate?

but.
Although the young master's method is insulting, you feel insulted, why don't you come to the interview
No one is forcing you to come.

"Okay. Then I will reply like this. Do you need me to inform Sifis to go to your study in a while?"

"Well, okay, call him over."

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

The old-fashioned single-barreled shotgun was carefully cleaned by my young master.

Seeing this scene, Syphis felt the cold sweat on his forehead in an instant.

He thought it was because he was procrastinating recently, and the young master was going to execute him.

"Master, listen to me."

"Ok?"

Allen put down his gun. Most of the things have been dealt with recently. He was a little quiet and thoughtful. He took a small gallop on the little swan last night, which made him want to go hunting. Put down the oilcloth in his hand, take After wiping his hands with a wet towel, he looked at the nervous Siphis.

Sifis, who used to like to dress up flirtatiously, looked a little haggard, no longer the old style.

"What are you going to say? Is it because I don't look for you, and you have to drag it on? How long has it been?"

Siphis bowed his head, which is hard to justify.

But looking at his young master's eyes are normal, there is no killing intent, it seems that he is supercilious?

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

Siphis began to rant.

Where can he find a screenwriter with such harsh conditions?
You can't ask candidates about their past relationship life every time you meet them, right?
There is no such inquiring about privacy.

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

"I found it, I found it, er, 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!"

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

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

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

This is already very efficient. It is not uncommon for ordinary producers to ask you to wait for half a year to split the bill.

Allen doesn't expect to make a lot of money at the box office anymore, and his focus is on the sales of video tapes.

Let alone this kind of videotape, a videotape of a movie can be sold for at least ten years, and even some classic movies can be sold for decades!

Here, under the long flow of water, the profits will be large.

If technologies such as VCD come out in the future, the cost can be further reduced.

"How did the videotape sell? Has there been any response to the B version?"

"I haven't counted this in detail 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 Sifis and said: "Let your little magazine move, find a few small newspapers to criticize the Yankees, and say that they are shamelessly following the trend The side film smears us, and the United States is very interesting recently, use this heat to characterize the matter first."

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

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

As for using them to smear the Yankees, they have no objection. It's still the same sentence, when the money is in place, the boss can do whatever he wants!
But now.
There isn't any criticism news about the B version yet, why should we stand up and criticize first?

A rake?
Syphis understood what his master meant a little bit.

"Okay, young master, then I will arrange it when I go back."

"And what about the actors? Have you found them yet? Where's Patrice?"

"Uh, he went to the United States, actor. The actor Patrice recommended one of his students. I think the image is not bad, and the young actor has a prospect. He is in contact with the guardian of the other party. The actress is a bit tricky. pick."

Allen took a breath, this efficiency is really bad!
Looking at the shy Sifis, he didn't bother to quarrel with him anymore, it wasn't his problem alone.

"Okay, find the manpower as soon as possible, and send it to me to have a look. If you have any questions, you can prepare as soon as possible."

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

Allen nodded without making a sound.

The progress of the project is slow. In this case, a hunt is needed to relieve fatigue!

The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow!

Just west of the estate is the Welsh National Park.

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

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

As a protector, Master Allen went to hunt some wild animals and charged some protection fees, isn't it too much?
Early morning two days later.

"Master! Master!"

With a soft call, Allen opened his eyes in a daze.

Then he woke up with a start. Under normal circumstances, Huth would not come into the bedroom to wake him up before he woke up.

As it is now, something must have happened!
"What happened?!"

Allen sat up and thought about it carefully. He didn't make any mistakes recently.

"Your highness is coming!"

"Who?"

"His Royal Highness William!"

"???"

Allen grabbed the blanket and put it aside, sat on the bed and asked, "Who is here? William? The princess and His Highness are also here? Why is it so early? What time is it?"

It shouldn't be, it's so early in the morning, it's six or seven o'clock and it's time to leave London, right?
I glanced at the time, it was only past nine o'clock in the morning.

"Master, don't worry, Your Highness came here by himself, His Highness and Princess Wang didn't come."

"William himself? What is he doing?"

Hearing that William had come by himself, Allen stopped and half-lyed back on the bed.

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

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

"?"

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

"Does he not go to class? Does the princess ignore him?"

"His Royal Highness said that he has no class today. The princess is busy with a charity banquet, and she will take Prince Harry with her, so...His Royal Highness William"

Huth spread his hands towards Allen.

My majestic Earl, actually became a babysitter?

ps: Why do you keep swallowing my paragraphs? When I looked back, I found that one or two hundred words were missing.

(End of this chapter)