Surprised Angela looked around, not far from entering the hotel, Nancy folded her arms and stared at the man in front of her with a very rare black face. Sid, he was sweating profusely waving his hand and explaining: "I'm sorry, Miss Nancy, the owner of the house has already agreed to our use, and has signed the agreement, but he has a temporary business and needs to use the house, He would even have preferred to pay liquidated damages, which was completely unexpected to us."
"Don't you have a backup plan? Didn't you think about what to do when you rented this house?!" Nancy asked sharply.
Mark raised his hand, and finally slumped his head down, and said deflatedly, "Yes, we didn't think about it."
It seems that there is a problem with tomorrow's filming venue. Angela pinched her chin. The atmosphere of the crew has always been very good. If it affects everyone's mood and the progress of the filming, it is really a very bad thing, she Naturally you know what kind of house you need, and it's easy to solve it, but it's just too risky... Forget it, just be careful.
Thinking of the little girl here, I hurriedly walked over: "Hi, Nancy, did something happen?"
Nancy turned around, saw Angela, and smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing, dear, it's nothing major."
"No, Nancy, I heard you guys talking because I couldn't find the filming location for tomorrow." Angela blinked.
Nancy glanced at Mark, who was still hanging his head, and sighed, "Yes."
"Then, maybe I can help you solve this." The little girl said with her chest straight.
"You?" Nancy and Mark, who raised their heads sharply, asked in unison.
"Of course, remember, my mother is British." Angela said with a smile.
"You mean your family still has a house in London that we can use?" Mark asked impatiently.
"Mark! Don't be rude!" Nancy frowned.
The little guy didn't think so, shrugged and beckoned: "Come with me, although it's Sunday and it's already 5 o'clock, I believe that guy is still in the company."
The three of them came to a red phone booth together. After the people inside finished making calls and left, the little guy took out a coin, put it in and started dialing a number. After a full 10 seconds of beeping, the phone was picked up. Then a sweet but formulaic-sounding female voice rang out: "This is the office of the president of Eric Construction Company. Today is not a working day. If you have anything, please call back tomorrow, thank you."
Angela frowned, why did the secretary change again? She hurriedly said: "Hello, please ask Mr. Frank Albert to answer the phone, I know he must be in the office."
"I'm sorry, miss, I just..." The formulaic female voice had more to say, and Angela had already interrupted: "Please tell him that DA is looking for him."
The little girl's unceremonious voice made the woman over the phone startled, and then hesitantly said, "Okay... Okay, please... Please wait a moment."
Soon, the phone was picked up, and a familiar male voice rang: "Hey, Chrissy, my dear little angel, is that you? Why did you think of calling me at this time?"
"Dear uncle, has your secretary Susan resigned?" Angela replied lazily.
There was a few coughs, and it took a long time to say awkwardly: "Chris, this is not a topic that a good boy should talk about."
"Okay, Uncle Frank, are you free now?" The little girl stopped joking.
"What's wrong?"
"Well... I'm... in London now." Angela thought about it and decided to tell the truth.
"God, you're back in London? Why didn't you come to see me? You just arrived today? Are you on summer vacation? Does grandpa know?" The two little girls couldn't help holding the microphone away from the series of questions until it was heard from inside. "Hey, are you listening?" Then he put it to his ear again.
"Okay, dear uncle, I'm alone in London right now, and my parents aren't here," Angela replied.
"Are you alone? God! You sneaked out again? And ran back to London? Chris, go to your grandpa's house now, I won't cover you up this time."
The little girl couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Am I the kind of kid who doesn't care about my parents' feelings and only plays tricks?"
"Of course!" The answer was affirmative.
Some mad Angela calmed down for a long time, and said with gritted teeth: "Let me say it well! Dear Mr. Albert!"
Sensing that the little guy was angry, a chuckle suddenly came from there: "Okay, tell me, I'm listening."
"Simply put, I'm filming in London right now, and our crew is having a bit of trouble right now. The house that was supposed to be filmed tomorrow is unusable because of some problems with the owner. I remember you had a private house on Oak Street. , a two-story high with a small garden, which is very suitable for us to shoot, so we want to rent it." Angela said roughly.
"Wait, wait, why don't I understand, make a movie? What movie?"
"Okay, so be it, my dear uncle, let's not talk about it now, we'll meet at the corner of Oak Street in 30 minutes, but I'll tell you in detail later, okay? Remember to bring your lawyer."
"That's it, I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Wait, don't tell anyone, especially my grandfather, that I'm in London, okay?"
"Hey, Chris, that's rude."
"Come on, uncle, that's it, no one is allowed to say it, including your new secretary!"
Hanging up the phone with a click, Angela stuck her tongue out childishly at the phone, then pushed the door out and said to Nancy, "Now, Nancy, let's go to the intersection of Oak Street, he will be here soon. "
Oak Street is located on St. Mary's Gate Street in Kensington, South West London.
It took less than 5 minutes to get off the taxi at the street intersection. An all-black BMW sports car stopped on the other side, and then a man in his early 30s with short brown hair and a gray suit came down. His temperament is very friendly, and there is often a faint smile on his face, giving people a very close feeling.
"Haha, my dear little angel, I haven't seen you for a few months!" The man smiled, picked up the little girl and kissed her hard on the cheek.
"Uncle Frank, you spit on my face again, and I'll tell mom!" Angela said with a look of anger.
"Oh, I'm really sorry, honey, how about a few more sips?" Frank opened his mouth to bite, and the little girl screamed, covering her face, making him laugh again.
Angela struggled angrily, made a face at him again, and then pulled Nancy and Mark to introduce.
"Thank you for taking care of the little guy." Frank smiled and shook hands with the two of them in turn, then pointed to the cafe on the street: "If you have enough time, let's go there and talk."
It only took a cup of coffee for Angela to explain the matter very clearly. After the initial surprise, Frank readily agreed: "No problem, if necessary, we can go and see now."
Nancy had heard the little girl's description on the way, and she knew that it was very suitable for the shooting of "Born In Love", so she declined: "No, if possible, I think we can make an agreement now."
"No problem, Miss Nancy, I can give you the keys now. However, my lawyer, Mr. Andy, is on vacation, so the agreement has to be delivered tomorrow morning. Please rest assured, I agree to use it for free." Frank shrugged.
"When did you become so generous?" the little girl who could only drink juice bit her straw and narrowed her eyes.
"Look at what you said, am I Ge Langtai?" Frank spread his hands innocently.
"Don't you?" Angela looked at him provocatively.
Frank sighed helplessly, leaned down and said in the little guy's ear, "Dear Chris, I'm helping you no matter what, it's very rude of you to speak ill of me like that."
"I didn't say anything bad about you, I just said the truth." The little guy said with a smile, his curved eyes revealing information from time to time: Tell me honestly, why is it so generous? !
"The truth is that you're lying. Children who lie will have long noses." Frank raised his eyebrows, but never said a word.
"Well, if you swear not to tell anyone else that I'm here, and you don't call and tell Mom that I've contacted you before I go back to Los Angeles, I'll keep my mouth shut." Angela was still smiling. Mi's appearance, since I can't ask, I need more conditions.
"Deal!" Frank snapped his fingers, then straightened up and said to Nancy, "That's it, Miss Nancy, it doesn't matter if you break something, my house should be redecorated anyway."
Saying that, she took out the key and handed it to her. Nancy was polite and took it: "Thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Albert."
"Nothing? Angela is my niece, of course I have to help her." Frank said indifferently, because the bill only needs to be sent to his sister, generosity, well, it's normal.