"Poetry?"

Alan's impression on Sylvie Guillem was that his appearance was more important than his temperament, but now his temperament is more important than his appearance.

The intertwining climbs of the two things continued to leave a deeper impression in her mind.

In this situation, this Excellency actually wants to teach her poetry?

Although……

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

How can an ordinary commoner compare his literary accomplishment with that of a noble?

Blinking, Xiwei said with a guilty voice: "Alan...what...what poem?"

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

"Yeah...I know, but I heard Chinese is hard to learn and I can't speak it."

“That doesn’t matter.”

Alan gently placed his right hand on Sylvie Guillem's waist, and as she trembled slightly, she moved closer to Alan.

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

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

Sylvie Guillem moved her nose and smelled the scent of Alan's clothes.

In addition to the scent of the detergent itself, there was also a unique male scent. This was the first time she had discovered such a scent, and it was so intoxicating that she couldn't help but want to fall on him...

"Hey... It's not a big deal. You'll learn it once I apply some strength. It's very simple."

What should I do if I want to demonstrate my knowledge when my knowledge reserves are limited?

Just say something that others can’t understand!

Anyway...

A swan is also a goose, right?

Then teach her a song: Goose, goose, goose, with its neck raised to the sky.

…

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

My waist aches a bit.

I briefly recalled the scene of the two of them reciting poems last night.

And Alan finally understood why a ballet dancer had calluses on her hands.

First of all, she usually has to stretch her legs during training, and when stretching 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 stretching is amazing.

For many people, the splits are difficult, but for Sylvie Guillem, it's child's play.

She can do the V-horse!

It is a positive V, not an inverted Λ.

Not only that, only after getting in touch with ballet dancers did Allen realize that he had been narrow-minded before.

Speaking of which.

I have to sigh, only the French know how to play.

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

Very thrilling!

But it's rare!

Master Allen, who was trying this position for the first time, couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

…

After smacking his lips and savoring the taste, Alan twisted his neck, half leaning against the head of the bed, and reached to the side with his right hand, but found nothing.

Where have the people gone?

He quickly pulled the bell to call the servant waiting outside.

"Master? Do you want to wash up?"

"Where are the people?"

Alan pointed to the side.

"Miss Xiwei left early in the morning. It is said that they have to hurry on their way to the next performance location."

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

This girl said it herself yesterday.

"Tsk..." Alan sighed with some regret, and asked lazily: "Has she had breakfast..."

The maid glanced at Allen and said with a smile: "Master... Miss Xiwei seemed to be unwell before leaving and didn't eat breakfast."

Glancing at the maid's expression, Allen said calmly, "Okay, let's wash up later. I want to eat first. I'm hungry! Tell Master Zong that I need to replenish my energy."

"Okay...Do I need to notify the housekeeper?"

"Well... call me and see what's scheduled for today."

After explaining, Alan narrowed his eyes again, ready to be confused for a while.

Due to its small population, Wales has a relatively slow pace of life.

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

And Alan...

He is considered diligent. If he doesn't need to go out, he will stay at home.

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

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

A little after two o'clock, I usually get up at two-thirty, tidy up a little, and then start working for a while at three o'clock.

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

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

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

I work and rest so hard every day.

…

"Master... there's nothing routine today, so I've pushed it all to you. Oh... Karl sent a message over there saying that the media in America wants to interview you. They contacted our media and want to organize a joint interview."

Hutt was dressed smartly as always, standing by Alan's bed with a notebook in his hand, reporting on today's schedule.

The young master invited a woman to his home for dinner last night, so Hut made changes to today's routine early on. What if the young master is still busy during the day?

"Um……"

Alan 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. I'll go and notify the kitchen to change it for you."

"Um!"

Alan yawned, put his hands on his head, and curled up in the blanket in a comfortable position. He looked at Huth and asked in surprise, "What do these Americans think? What's there to interview? Where's Siphis? Why haven't I seen him these days? Is the script ready?"

It's been more than a month, why hasn't the script been completed yet?

Alan is rather lazy in this regard. He used to look down on the work efficiency of these people, but later he found that this was their attitude towards work, so no matter how much they argued, that was it.

So now Allen is more Buddhist. He just talks, makes requests, and gives a rough story framework. The rest...

Everything else is coordinated and managed by Siphis. When the products are ready, send them to him for his review. If he is satisfied, he will start working on them. If not, send them back for revisions!

Isn't that how you use your subordinates?

…

"Master, if we reject their interview, we may also receive a request in a few days. Siphis... I haven't paid attention to him. I think he said that an editor resigned. I guess this is the reason for the delay."

After hearing Huth's words, Alan thought for a moment and said, "Well, let's say I have mysophobia. They can interview me if they want, but they need a health certificate, and it has to be from the recent period. Let's see what they say."

"this……"

Hut was stunned. This move was a bit insulting. How could a reporter who was interviewing someone need a health certificate?

but……

Although the young master's method is insulting, if you feel insulted, you can just not come for the interview...

No one forced you to come.

"Okay... I'll reply like this. Do you need me to tell Siphis to come to your study later?"

"Well, okay, call him over."

…

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

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

When Siphis saw this scene, cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He thought that he had been slow in his work recently and the young master wanted to execute him.

"Young Master, please listen to me."

…

"Um?"

Alan put down his gun. Most of the things he had done recently were dealt with. He felt a little restless and had a little ride on the swan last night, which made him want to go hunting. He put down the oilcloth in his hand, wiped his hands with a wet towel, and then looked at Siphis who looked nervous.

Siphis, who used to like to dress up very flashily, now looks haggard and no longer has his former charm.

"What are you going to say? If I don't come to you, are you going to drag it out? How long has it been?"

Siphis lowered his head. This was difficult to defend.

But the look in his young master's eyes seemed normal, without any murderous intent. Didn't I seem to be overly suspicious?

"Master... didn't you say that a female screenwriter with a delicate mind and rich emotions would be able to better fill in the details of the script for you? Such a screenwriter is not easy to find!"

Siphis began to complain bitterly.

Where can he find a screenwriter with such demanding requirements in a short time?

You can't always ask a job applicant about their past love life every time you meet them, right?

No one pries into privacy like this.

…

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

"Found it, 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!"

Siphis 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 videotape.

…

The movie has been taken off the screen, but the box office revenue sharing will have to wait for another three or four months.

This is already a very fast efficiency. Generally, some producers may ask you to wait for half a year or a year before sharing the profits.

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

This kind of videotape, let alone now, a videotape of a movie can sell for at least ten years. Some classic movies can even sell for decades!

If you keep doing this for a long time, the profits will be huge.

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

…

"How are the sales of the videotapes? Is there any response to the B version?"

"This... I haven't done a specific count yet. If you need it, I'll ask the factory to send me a shipping order."

"Um……"

Alan closed his eyes and went over the plan in his mind, then opened his eyes and looked at Siphis and said, "Get your small magazine to work, and find a few tabloids to criticize the Americans, saying that they are shamelessly following the trend and making marginal films to discredit us. There has been a lot of interest in the United States recently, so use this heat to define the matter first."

Siphis frowned and nodded. He knew about this. The company and personnel who made version B were all found in the United States, and he explained it clearly 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 discredit the Americans, they have no objection at all. As I said before, the money is in place, and the boss can do whatever he wants!

But now...

There hasn't been any news criticizing version B yet. Do we have to start criticizing it now?

Put the blame on someone else?

Siphis began to understand what his master meant.

"Okay, Master. I'll arrange it when I get back."

"Also...what about the actors? Have you found them? Where's Patrice?"

"Uh... he went to the United States. As for the actor... actor Patrice recommended one of his students. I think he looks good. The young actress has also been selected. I am in contact with her guardian. The actress is a bit tricky. We are still selecting."

Alan took a breath, this efficiency was really too poor!

Looking at the shrinking Siphis, I was too lazy to argue with him. It was not just his problem.

"Okay, find all the people as soon as possible and send them to me for a look. If there are any problems, I can prepare them quickly."

"Okay, I understand. I'll go down first, Master."

Alan nodded without saying anything.

The project is progressing slowly, and in this case, a hunting trip is even more necessary to relieve fatigue!

The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow!

Just west of the estate is the Welsh National Park.

There live many wild deer, wild sheep, wolves, wild boars and so on.

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

As a protector, it’s not too much for Master Allen to hunt a few wild animals and collect some protection fees, right?

…

Two days later, early in the morning.

"Master! Master!"

Following the gentle call, Alan opened his eyes drowsily.

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

Something must have happened like this!

"What happened?!"

Alan sat up and thought carefully. He hadn't made any mistakes recently.

"The little prince is coming!"

"who?"

"Your Highness William!"

"???"

Allen grabbed the blanket and threw it aside, then sat down on the bed and asked, "Who's here? William? The princess and His Royal Highness are here too? Why are they here so early? What time is it?"

This shouldn't happen. They arrived so early in the morning. They must have left London at around six or seven, right?

I glanced at the time and it was just past nine in the morning.

"Master...don't worry, the little prince came by himself, and the prince and the princess didn't come."

"William came here by himself? What did he come for?"

Hearing that it was William who came on his own, Alan stopped and half-lay back on the bed.

A little brat came and almost scared him to death. He thought it was Charles who was making another surprise attack.

"The little prince said he came to play with you."

"?"

Alan scratched his hair. He was scared by this little brat so early in the morning. And it turned out that he just came to play with him?

"He doesn't go to class? Doesn't the princess care about him?"

"His Highness said that he has no classes today... The Princess... The Princess is busy with the charity banquet, and she has to take Prince Harry with her, so... His Royal Highness William..."

Hutt spread his hands toward Alan.

…

I am a count, but I have fallen to the point of being a babysitter?

…