Chapitre 155: Chapter 155: Theater Actor
"Shit," just as he was about to swear, he suddenly found that the thing in his arms was very soft.
William White's bodyguards were tense. The boss didn't like being surrounded by people, so most of them stayed scattered around rather than positioning themselves directly around him.
In just a blink, a young blonde girl appeared. She didn't seem much of a threat, but the guys behind her looked sketchy.
"Mister, help me."
"It's her! Dude, just my luck. Strolling down the street and I bump into a goddess," William White muttered to himself.
"Uh, are you okay? Don't worry; they can't harm anyone."
"Mister, could you call the police for me? They're really ruthless."
"Hah! Hitting girls and thinking they're tough? Worthless scum. Tanner, go see what's up."
"Yes, young master."
It wasn't hard to guess the result when some small-time thugs ran into a big shot. These kids panicked and didn't even have time to flee once they realized things were up.
"Let's leave here."
"Mister, aren't we supposed to wait for the police?"
"There's nothing to deal with! These are just small fry. By the way, since I saved you, how will you repay me?"
His voice was indeed pleasant to hear. Though it was slightly cheeky, somehow it wasn't annoying at all.
"You, uh, what do you want to do?"
"Haha, don't get the wrong idea. I'm new in town. I was hoping to check out Broadway. Can you guide me?"
"Mister, you should leave quickly. It's not safe here. They really are serious trouble."
"Those guys?" William White pointed to the bunch kneeling and begging.
To be honest, Ms. Ciccone has a very high EQ. She just panicked briefly. Once she checked out the surroundings, she was perplexed.
The so-called powerful guy she mentioned, after just a few minutes' absence, now had a bruised face and nose. The funniest thing was that he had beaten himself up.
"Don't mind them. Let's go."
"Mister, you beat them up like this, won't the police say anything?"
"I didn't lay a hand on them, nor did my men. They just went crazy and hit themselves. Don't worry. They'll say the same at the police station. And if the cops don't believe, they'll keep hitting themselves."
William White wasn't fibbing. These small-timers had never faced this kind of show before. It was a do-or-die scenario. What kind of big shot had they offended this time?
Seek police help? As if! That well-dressed guy was clearly important. Best to just eat humble pie. Big shots have their perks; own up and leave, and they'll overlook it.
"Wow, with that outfit, you're a theater actor too? Famous?"
"No, just a bit player."
"No way, your boss must be blind. You've got potential and you're quite flexible."
"Flexible?"
"Alright, alright, I apologize. It wasn't obvious -- I accidentally bumped into you."
"Humph."
Ms. Ciccone didn't mind. Despite his smooth talk, he was quite a gentleman.
"Broadway is full of dream chasers. Everyone's impressive, but folks like me are a dime a dozen."
"Heh, I've noticed. Not only is your boss blind, but you're also clueless. The opportunity is right beside you, yet you miss it."
"You? A rich kid."
"Hah, am I that unimpressive?"
"Young master, it's sorted. Let's leave."
"Alright."
"Here's my card, miss. Trust me, Broadway's not for you. If you want to make it big, Hollywood's the place. I've got to run now; consider today's help a freebie. If you ever head to Los Angeles, give me a call."
...
As William White and his crew left, Ms. Ciccone was still bewildered. Afraid of causing trouble? But why give me a card?
William White? What kind of card is this? No company name or title. But it is nicely printed.
Hmm, the name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it? Was I scared silly by those guys?
William White's card really didn't need any other details. In fact, he hardly used them. If not for this trip to New York, he wouldn't even have needed it. If he printed everything, it'd need three layers. At that point, it's not a business card but a miniature book.
"Oh my, it's him. I'm such a fool," Ms. Ciccone finally realized, regret washing over her. Initially, she hesitated, afraid that jerk might use a favor against her, but now it seemed her worries were laughable.
"Hollywood! Right, I gotta head to Hollywood. Hmm, that guy has the resources. Hmph, but he's still a jerk."
...
Alright, William White was criticized again. Honestly, he had no ulterior motives. Seeing Madonna reminded him of his movie soundtrack.
Yeah, some might call it nonsense, but it's what it is.
Madonna had tremendous commercial potential. As for other perks, they are nice to have but just an icing on the cake.
"Young master, those guys had a little trouble. They tried to control that girl."
"Oh, what happened now?"
"In the short term, they won't make any moves."
"Good, let it be."
Every society has its dark side. William White wasn't Spider-Man. Do whatever you want, just don't mess with us.
"Boss, they all had guns."
"No kidding. I knew they had guns. Damn, today's just bad luck. Nobody talk about it when we get back."
"Boss, what about that woman? The old guy's still waiting."
Slap! A sharp smack rang out.
"Use your brain! They returned our guns -- what does that mean? Still want payback? Are you suicidal? As for the old man, we'll deal with him."
That's how it goes sometimes. If your hired hands mess up, it can be a big problem.
If you don't have means to control this rabble, best stay away. A guy with gold fever became a victim, wondering why small-town folks had such power. Was she really a runaway princess pulling tricks? Hardly! Sloppy and shabby doesn't come naturally.
Help! All I wanted was a fling, y'all didn't need to overreact.
Villains need to be taught by villains. That's the world -- see others as ants, and you're an ant to someone else, not worth a mention.
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