Chapter 8

The cooperation with Alvis was not so pleasant.

Roger had expected this a long time ago. He let Alvis play the role of an Indian, and he played the role of a smart and professional salesperson. Who doesn't know this little trick? He just wanted his partner's stupidity to highlight his own greatness.

Roger would not let him succeed. After Alvis' polishing, the script was reasonable and smooth. Roger vowed to perform this Indian customer with level and essence, and make sure everyone's attention was focused on him!

He secretly worked hard to learn the Indian behavior habits and unique curry-flavored English speaking. This was very difficult for him, a top student with a CET-8, and it was too uncomfortable! He felt like his tongue was being cooked by oil. But as the saying goes, there is no achievement without sacrifice. He endured the discomfort and cultivated himself into a curry spirit. He even cooked curry rice for himself on weekends, letting real curry help him. Finally, God rewarded those who worked hard, and he finally achieved enlightenment! The Indian spoken language he spoke was so good that even the local Indians were ashamed of themselves.

There was a sequelae. During that period, his communication with customers was a bit curry-flavored, and they even asked him if he had studied in India.

It's funny, which serious person would go to India to study.

Roger planned to ask Alvis out for a rehearsal, but Alvis rejected him harshly: "I don't think there is a need for a rehearsal."

Roger sneered and typed quickly: "Without a rehearsal, we won't even be able to match our lines. I have memorized my lines well, please don't hold me back."

"I have memorized them too."

"Then prove it. Let's rehearse and discuss what to do if we encounter special circumstances, such as forgetting the lines, or something like that."

"There won't be any special circumstances, just take care of yourself."

"You are so arrogant, come out and I will check your lines."

Perhaps Alvis was annoyed and actually brought up the company's rules and regulations: "Don't use OA to chat during working hours."

"This is our job as well."

Alvis didn't reply to him.

Roger turned his head and knocked on Alvis' desk: "Hey, can you please take our competition seriously? I've spent a lot of effort thinking about the plot. If you don't cooperate with me and we lose, I can make you compensate for my mental loss."

Alvis didn't look back, staring at the computer screen and sneered: "I think you should compensate me for my mental loss. I'm afraid your Indian will scare me crazy."

"You!" Roger was angry and his face turned red, "Do you look down on me! I've seen it a long time ago. You look down on me and ignore me. Do you think I'm inferior to you in every way?"

"I dislike you?" Alvis finally turned his head, his stern face showing three parts of surprise, three parts of shock, and six parts of speechlessness, "Can you stop making a scene all the time? I haven't spoken to you in a few words, and I don't even know your name. Why should I dislike you?"

"You don't even know my name?" Roger said in disbelief, and even raised his voice unconsciously.

It's too hateful, and this is not the way to despise someone! Every day someone calls him "Roger", and he never hears it once. If this is not contempt, then what is it!

Alvis was silent for half a minute and explained, "I'm talking about your Chinese name."

"My name is Luo Jie." Roger said unhappily. Now he no longer expects Alvis to come out to rehearse with him. Alas, people with different ideas cannot work together. After this cooperation, he will never talk to him again!

"...Do you really think this game is so important to you?"

Alvis said after a while.

"Yes." Roger said sullenly, in a daze at his workstation.

"Saturday or Sunday?"

Roger paused, as if he couldn't believe his ears. He turned his chair and slid over again, looking at Alvis excitedly: "Do you agree to go out for rehearsal?"

"Yeah." Alvis said, in a conciliatory voice.

"Great!" Roger cheered in a low voice and patted Alvis on the back happily, "I knew you weren't so heartless!"

"Come to my house." Alvis said again.

"Ah?" Roger was surprised, but he knew that Alvis was probably afraid of making a fool of himself in the rehearsal outside, so it didn't matter, anywhere was fine, his house was better, so he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, "It's settled! What's your phone number? And what's the address? What time do we meet?"

Roger set out early in the morning on Saturday and took a taxi to Alvis's house.

His house was halfway up the mountain, and the driver didn't want to drive halfway and forced Roger out of the car, saying that there was an old grave on the mountain, it was eerie, and he didn't want to go. Roger felt a little cold on his back when he heard this, and thought to himself, could it be that Alvis didn't like him and wanted to bury him alive? He called Alvis, and Alvis finally picked up the phone after a long time of ringing. Roger shouted to give himself courage: "Your home is on the mountain! The driver didn't go up, and left me halfway up the mountain. What should I do now?"

"You complain to him." Alvis' voice was still cold.

"What's the use of complaining? He's gone."

"Wait." Alvis said and hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, a white Land Rover Striker stopped in front of Roger.

"Is that Mr. Luo?" The driver with a flat head lowered the window and said to Roger in a friendly manner.

Roger was stunned and said: "Yes, who are you?"

The driver said: "My last name is Chen, and Mr. He asked me to pick you up."

He? Is that Alvis' last name? However, he always maintained the alertness that a calm adult should have. He hugged his backpack and said to the driver, "You ask him to call me. I don't know you." The

driver took out his mobile phone, quickly dialed the number, and after explaining a few words, handed the phone to Roger: "Mr. He wants to talk to you."

Roger took the phone and confirmed that it was Alvis. He returned the phone to the driver and said thank you.

"Hurry up and get in the car. It's hot outside."

Roger got in the car and looked at the luxurious and elegant decoration inside the car. He couldn't help but feel jealous again. He knew Alvis was rich, but he didn't expect him to be so rich. He even drove a luxury car (and had a professional driver). The house must also be a luxury house, maybe a single-family villa in the mountains.

He was right. The driver took him up the mountain, turned two corners, and finally arrived.

The car drove through the garden and into the basement, which was connected to the living area. The driver led Roger up to the living room on the first floor and asked him to sit on the sofa first: "Mr. He will be down in a while."

A middle-aged woman who looked like a nanny came over and brought some fruits and drinks for Roger to eat.

Roger waved his hand and said, "Can Alvis come down first? I'll leave after I finish my work."

The nanny said, "Aren't you staying for lunch?"

"No, no, no." Roger said, he was not here to eat for free.

"Okay." The nanny left and went to call Alvis.

Ten minutes later, Alvis finally arrived late.

Roger couldn't control his weird temper: "You finally woke up? Although it's your house, it's still late. We agreed to meet at ten o'clock."

Alvis was wearing a comfortable home suit. His muscular body that was previously wrapped in a suit was now fully revealed. He was tall and strong, and when he sat down, he instantly occupied more than half of the wide sofa.

"Sorry." He said, and there was no sign of apology on his face. "Shall we start right away?"

Roger took out the script from his bag: "Let's start."

There was no problem with the lines. Alvis knew them well, which Roger was very satisfied with. But he had a blank expression and looked superior. How did he look like a professional salesperson? Sales should be humble and make customers feel respected. Roger pointed this out, and Alvis said coldly: "We should be neither humble nor arrogant." Roger tried to reason with him, but it was useless. He still did his own thing. Forget it, Roger swallowed his anger and broke up after this cooperation! Anyway, the scores were scored individually, and as one of the producers, he would definitely get high scores in this competition.

When he played the role of an Indian, he was very satisfied. He thought he had captured the cunning and cunning characteristics of Indian clients, and combined with the carefully designed English spoken language, it was perfect. He could become an actor! Roger became more and more proud of his performance. He imagined himself as an Indian wearing a robe, a turban, a black face and a beard. He shook his head while speaking, cunning and proud.

When the nanny passed by, she was amused by Roger's funny appearance, but when she met the cold and ruthless eyes of her master, she immediately lowered her head and slipped away.

"How was it? Did I act well?"

After the rehearsal, Roger forgot his dissatisfaction with Alvis's refusal to cooperate, and asked Alvis proudly.

"Haha." Alvis raised the corner of his mouth, not knowing whether it was a sincere compliment or a deliberate mockery, "You are very talented."

"What talent? The talent to be an actor?" Roger couldn't help but lift his tail, pretending to be humble but complacent, "You are still far from those professionals. In fact, I could have applied for a film school at that time, but I was not interested in it, otherwise those actors would have a strong competitor."

"Haha." Alvis still looked paralyzed, and this smile was actually quite creepy, as if he was going to execute a murder plan in the next second.

"If you don't know how to laugh, don't laugh." Roger got goosebumps all over his body.

Alvis raised his head again, concerned about another question: "Is this all right?"

"It's all right." Roger said that this rehearsal was not in vain, at least it was all done according to the script. He also told Alvis that he was mainly worried that they would forget the words during the competition. If one of them forgot the words, the other would be responsible for reminding them and bringing them back in time. After saying this, he stood up, indicating that the time was up and he was going home.

Alvis did not move, looked at him and said, "Stay for dinner."

"No, thank you."

I'm afraid I won't have an appetite if I eat with you.

"Oh." Alvis said, "I'll let the driver take you."

Roger complained again, it was just politeness, but you really didn't want to stay.

Forget it, forget it, he didn't need this meal.

The driver took him down the mountain.

A week later, the skills competition was held at the Cultural and Sports Center on the 6th floor. The sales team arranged the performance at 2pm. Because there were so many people, they were divided into two venues. Roger and Alvis entered the venue fourth. They

shocked everyone as soon as they came out.

Of course, it was not Alvis who shocked everyone, but Roger. In order to make his performance more popular, he made a special and careful dress-up. All the exposed skin was darkened with foundation, and then he wore traditional Indian clothes and a thick turban. As soon as he came on stage, he said: "What the hell, my dear friends."

Everyone present laughed. Alvis, dressed in a suit and tie, calmly continued Roger's performance.

The stage was very big. It was used by the company for various performances, speeches and meetings. There were special lighting effects on the stage. The two of them were doing the same deal in different spaces. Alvis's movements were elegant, his pronunciation was standard, and his behavior was that of a nobleman. Roger sacrificed his own image and played a cunning, speculative and greedy Indian to the core. He was just too nervous. This was completely different from the rehearsal and his imagined performance every time. There were six judges sitting in the audience, and the audience was full of people. Everyone was laughing, and they seemed to think he was funny. Then, for some reason, he got nervous and said "Sawadee ka" for no apparent reason, which made the audience laugh even harder. His face flushed red, and he thought it was over, he had messed up.

The black foundation concealed his embarrassment. He was nervous, and panicked, and he didn't know what to say next.

At this time, he could only rely on his opponent. Roger stared at Alvis blankly, hoping that he could help him out.

He didn't know if it was because of his eyesight, but he saw a hint of smile in Alvis' eyes, but the smile was fleeting. Alvis said caringly: "My friend, you are really good at making jokes. Did you just come back from a trip to Thailand?"

Roger breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said the next line, and the performance continued.