“Sometimes, what subject to shoot also depends on the situation.”
Alan pointed to Ceylan's little script.
"Let's put this topic aside for now. It's only been a short time since the movie was released, and now it's back as a TV series. The audience will get movie fatigue."
“…”
Ceylon listened to Allen's words in a daze. She always felt that something was not right.
As long as you can make money, what does it matter if you shoot something?
Strike while the iron is hot!
How can you wait until the iron is cold before forging iron?
…
Alan leaned back on the sofa and thought for a while.
He doesn't want to film this TV series, and he has a movie on hand that he hasn't finished shooting yet.
After the filming is finished, you should at least take a break for a while, right?
Why work so hard?
but……
We must also find a job for Ceylon, this girl in front of us, and not discourage her enthusiasm.
"Well... I have a movie that I haven't finished shooting yet. You should follow Cepheus for the time being. You know Cepheus, right?"
"Is it your assistant director?"
"Yes, that's him. You should follow him first and learn the producer's process and specific work content. Then, during this time, you should also recruit some people and set up a public relations team."
"PR team?"
Ceylon looked surprised. Why did they end up talking about the public relations team while talking about the TV series?
"Heh... Now that you're leaving the TV station, you can't give up all your previous skills. I've always been in need of a decent professional public relations team to help me plan some news interviews and voice channels."
…
Alan thought about it and decided not to talk about the distant past. His family had only had a few contacts with the media throughout the year. The old Earl had that kind of personality. If he didn't agree, he would just do it and don't force him.
But aren’t times different now?
In the future, as communications become more and more advanced, many things will be different.
If he still follows the old nobles' style of doing things, he will stay in the castle and not go out, nor interact with the common people.
That is safe, but it is too boring.
Plus, since Allen is a movie director, he naturally has to deal with all kinds of media.
Regarding the incident at the beginning of the year, a group of little black people openly published articles in the newspaper to speak ill of him.
He had no ability to fight back at the time, and had to find Ceylon to interview him and speak through the media in order to keep his footing.
now……
Since Ceylon came, Allen planned to let her set up a public relations team to act as Allen's personal spokesperson and be responsible for all future external communications of the Earl's Mansion.
We can't let a noble lord like him personally engage in verbal battles on every trivial matter, right?
…
"At the beginning of the year, the Americans published articles in the newspapers attacking me. I have rarely experienced such things before, and I lack the ability to react to such things. In the future, if I encounter such things, the public relations team you set up will be responsible for it."
“…”
Alan made it sound like he was the victim.
Thinking of this, Ceylon subconsciously thought of the female reporter whose name seemed to be... Pula.
That person's fate was very miserable. Ceylon's car was not far in front of hers.
Although they did not expect that something would happen on their way back after interviewing the Excellency, it was not until the accident that they heard the intensive gunfire and the results of the extremely accurate action.
Ceylon's first feeling was fear, and second...
She knew who did it right away!
Not only her, but everyone who participated in the interview in the living room at that time could guess who did it, but they didn't dare to say it...
They are not like those ignorant Americans who dare to ask anything and even try to trap a traditional aristocrat in words when facing him.
If nothing happens to you, who will?
You totally deserve it!
…
"Sir...how big of a PR team do you want to set up?"
"Based on your experience, I'll leave it all to you. You can set up a company as big as you need. Funding and office space are no problem."
"Yes, sir!"
"Well... you should treat this PR team as your main job. I've been quite busy recently. Once I finish the things I have on hand, I will start a new film and television project at the end of this year or early next year. You can follow the crew then. For now, you just need to do this job well. By the way..."
Allen thought for a moment and said, "You can collect a lot of news from all over the country, especially news about me. You should respond to all negative news in a timely manner. If you need to speak out, speak out. If you need to sue, sue. If you need to use other means, use other means."
"clear!"
After hearing what Allen said, Ceylon nodded very seriously.
"Okay... Let's stop here for today. I'll let Hut take you to choose an office and get familiar with the environment."
After Alan finished speaking, he picked up the teacup, drank a sip of tea, stood up and walked out of the living room.
…
"Ms. Ceylon, you are welcome to join us."
Hut watched Alan leave the reception room, then he slowly straightened up. His eyes met Ceylon, who had also straightened up. He extended his right hand and shook hands with Ceylon very formally.
"It is my honor to serve His Excellency the Earl. I will rely on you, the butler, to take care of me from now on."
"Haha, come on, I'll take you to the office."
"Then I'll trouble you."
Ceylon picked up the small bag with a smile, picked up the script on the coffee table, and followed Hut out of the living room.
…
30 June 1988, 48 Bryanston Square, Marylebone, London.
This is a famous school district in London, and William's primary school, Wetherby Primary School, is located here.
This school was established not long ago. It was built after the war and has only a history of more than 30 years.
Wetherby Primary School is a boys' school, but the teaching quality here is very high, with many famous teachers, and the admission process also has great advantages.
From primary school to secondary school, and then directly transition to a well-known university.
Wetherby Primary School is considered to be the best primary school in London.
Although nominally a civilian school for the prince, Wetherby Primary School is a genuine private school.
High teaching quality, strong faculty, and corresponding...
Tuition fees are expensive.
The tuition fee per semester is approximately four thousand to nearly five thousand pounds.
Primary schools in the UK have three terms each year.
That is to say, at Wetherby Primary School alone, the annual tuition fees for children add up to more than 10,000 pounds!
The average family simply doesn't have the financial resources to do this.
However, it is not easy for families with the financial resources to send their children to such a school. They need to register in advance!
How early...
After the child is born, he/she must register immediately, and then...
Wait for a spot. Once you get one, your child can pay the tuition and come here to study when he or she is four years old.
It's a very competitive primary school!
Extremely dependent on one's father.
Of course...if someone like William, whose father is the crown prince, then he doesn’t need to queue, he can just cut in line!
…
The old Bentley doesn't stand out among the luxury cars at the school gate, and it's even a bit low-key.
But under the surprised gazes of many people, the two Bentleys drove straight to the school gate in a swaggering manner and did not stop until they reached the school gate.
Several burly men got off the car first, looked around very vigilantly, and then stood apart to be on guard.
This style...
Not like some upstarts.
Some sharp-eyed people had already looked at the logos on the clothes of the burly men who looked like bodyguards. Some people were close enough to even see the extremely low-key family emblem on the Bentley car.
Although there were only two vintage Bentleys, people who saw the badges on the cars felt a little scalp-tingling.
Not everyone can use this thing, and the trademark and family emblem are completely different in style.
The person who can drive so openly and unscrupulously, and has a small fleet of cars with family emblems, is most likely an aristocrat!
…
Amid the expectant gazes of some people who stopped to watch, the door of the second Bentley slowly opened.
The first to come down was a blond young man who looked...
Fuck...
He looked somewhat familiar, he was wearing a blue English suit, which was very decent, but most importantly, his face was very famous!
"That's not the... that... Earl of Carmarthen!"
"It's him, it's him, keep your voice down, there are bodyguards looking this way."
Before the onlookers could exclaim, the Earl of Carmarthen did not rush away after getting out of the car. Instead, he turned around, bent down and took a child out of the car.
"His Royal Highness Prince William!"
"It's your Highness!"
"Your Highness actually came with the Earl of Carmarthen?"
"Why are they here?"
"Hurry up and call the TV station to sell the news!"
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
…
Alan carried William, who was wearing a gray school uniform, out of the car and looked at William, who was excited.
The naughty kid was wearing a grey school uniform with red lace, shorts on the bottom and a small suit on the top. He also had a small postman's hat on his head that was the same colour as the school uniform, and a cartoon schoolbag on his back.
"Cousin! Come in quickly, can we still make it home in time for dinner?"
"What's the hurry?"
Alan rubbed William's head.
Children? Which child would not be excited when hearing that he is about to drop out of school?
Even if I drop out of school here for a few days and go to Wales to attend primary school again, it is worth being excited about.
…
At the entrance of Weatherby Primary School, a fat old man with gray hair and a very friendly appearance, accompanied by a middle-aged female secretary, arrived at the gate breathlessly. When he saw Alan for the first time, he just stretched out his hand to say hello.
But maybe he was too fat. The fat grandfather was leaning on his knees, gasping for breath not far from Alan.
…
"It's nice to see you again, Your Highness William. Hello, Sir Allen... Welcome to Wetherby Elementary School. Did you have a smooth journey? I'm the principal here. You can just call me Will."
After waiting for two minutes, in Alan's speechless eyes, the fat grandfather moved in front of Alan, greeted William first, then greeted Alan, and introduced himself by the way.
He knew that Allen would bring William to handle the transfer procedures today, and he had called in advance when the other party was about to arrive.
The main reason was that he was too fat, so he came out of the office when he received the call.
I had to rest several times along the way before I finally arrived at the school gate with difficulty.
…
"Will, you should lose weight. Look at how out of breath you are. If you let other kids see you like this, will they imitate you and eat like you?"
Alan smiled and pointed at Will's belly and made a little joke.
"Yes, yes. You are right." Will did not object to Alan's words at all and nodded in agreement.
The reason he was able to become the principal of this school is because of his image and affinity!
The youngest is four years old and the oldest is only in his teens. It can be said that the school is full of children, so being approachable is the most important thing, and this is conducive to his work.
But he didn't have time to explain this to Alan, who didn't know the inside story. When he encountered the nobles' instructions, he just nodded and agreed. As for whether to do it or not...
How many times a year can Earl Allen come to school?
Maybe next time when I come, he, Weir, will not be the principal here anymore!
…
Will slowly took Alan on a tour of the school, and from time to time he glanced at little William who was following Alan like a follower.
At this time, little William pushed Alan forward with his hands on his lower back, and urged him in a low voice to hurry up and go through the formalities. He couldn't wait to return to Wales, and his stupid brother was still waiting for him at home.
"Your Highness, are you so impatient to leave school? Don't you have any attachment to this place?"
"No!"
The smile on Principal Weir's face became a little awkward after hearing William's very decisive and straightforward answer.
Alan walked in front and smiled. He deliberately hesitated for a while to give time to the media outside.
He has asked Ceylon to arrange people to spread the news. In a moment, the various media outlets that received the news will come over.
When they were in Wales, they didn’t dare to film it, but now it’s in London!
Here...
These media outlets are just a little bit bolder, not to mention that today’s news is quite explosive!
The great British little prince William is not going to school anymore!
Although there is a twist later in the story and it turns out that the story was about transferring to another school, that kind of reporting is too realistic. Only by setting a shocking headline can the newspaper sell well.
Many people who care about Prince William know that the little prince has a bad temper and does not go to school, which seems to be expected.
We came on the last day before school was over, and because there were not many parents picking up their children today, there would be more space for the media.
…
When Alan held William's hand again and walked out of the gate of Wetherby Primary School, there were dozens of cameras set up at the gate of Wetherby Primary School, and various media holding cameras.
When they saw Alan and William, there was a low gasp around them, but no one came up to greet them or salute them.
Taking the two meters around the two Bentleys as the benchmark, the area was surrounded by media!
William, the top British star, has such a huge traffic.
When Allen saw this, he almost laughed to death in his heart, but he kept a calm expression on his face, staring at a relatively famous media outlet in the distance, and glared at them fiercely, as if blaming them for blocking his way.
He pulled William closer to himself, and his action seemed to be a subconscious move to protect William.
It was not until Allen turned his head and looked to the other side, where there were some less famous media, that he smiled a little and nodded, as a greeting.
As for accepting interviews and saying a few words?
Don't even think about it.
It was already an honor for them that he could smile in that direction, and it was even enough for some people to brag about it for years. As for communication, they were not qualified.
The bodyguards on standby quickly surrounded Allen and William, blocking them from getting into the car quickly. A few bodyguards were left behind to clear the way, loudly urging the crowd blocking the road in the distance to make way.
…