"Lanli, if you put aside those considerations and there are potential possibilities in the future, what is your tendency?" Eaton's question casts Andre and Matthew's eyes, both showing curiosity - although he said so much just now, Lanli has never really expressed his point of view.

Lan Li raised her eyebrows gently.

Eaton had to add an explanation, "I mean, you always have a preset direction in the future negotiation process, and then work in that direction. Just as Matthew said, if you are worried that Sisyphus will become a platform for Roman to legalize his wealth, then we should avoid him as much as possible, right? Since you are willing to start negotiations, it means, are you still looking forward to being able to cooperate with Roman?"

This is a view.

Lan Li thought about it for a moment and said, "Yes." He admitted it simply, "Although there are many risks and countless potential difficulties, objectively speaking, I have a good impression of Roman. If I can cooperate in the future, I don't think there is any problem. Most importantly, Andre is one thing that is right, he is a more suitable partner than Wall Street."

Most of the problems that need to be faced in cooperation with Roman are objective; but they also exist in cooperation with Wall Street or other personal sources of funding, which is almost inevitable, so DreamWorks simply locked all sources of funding outside the door. Now Sisyphus Films is trying to open a window, but no one knows whether it is a partner or an enemy who comes in through this window.

Compared with Wall Street, Roman's love can become an advantage.

Andre raised his jaw towards Matthew and showed it off with pride, but found that Matthew didn't care at all and was still focusing on his thoughts. This made Andre a little depressed, but he didn't say much after all.

"Andre, ask Arthur how Roman came to the auction, why did Alexander suddenly think of sending him an invitation. In addition, let's see which film industry insiders have been in contact with in the past few months. Although Roman took the initiative to come to the door, we should at least know how all this happened, otherwise he would become a bait in the trap or be used as a gun by others. That would be really bad."

Lanley still feels that she needs to act carefully. Roman hopes to work with Sisyphus Pictures, which is a good thing, but sometimes pies fall from the sky need to be alert.

Matthew cast his sight at Lan Li: In fact, this is also the core focus of his concern. Now it seems that Lan Li has not been confused about his sight, which is a good thing.

However, Lan Li raised the "Times" in her hand and smiled at Matthew, "How about you, are you going to complete this lyrics game with me?"

Matthew picked up his black tea and crossed his legs, "If you don't have enough IQ."

Eaton laughed happily.

The light rain outside the window is still falling sparsely, and London in late summer and early autumn has begun to spread the bleakness of late autumn. The strong winds coming from all directions make the whole city look solemn and lonely. The vitality on the streets and alleys seems to be pulling into the windbreaker to resist the violent rage.

But the warmth and comfort of the room make people relax. It is rare to see that Lanli and his friends enjoyed an idle afternoon: On that afternoon when the wind broke the dead branches, a cup of black tea and a piece of Madeline cake made the world warm again, and life was actually quite simple.

It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night outside. There was almost no trace of light in the gray sky. The whole world was shrouded in a dim light. Street lights gradually lit up, and the hazy halo supported a protective cover, just like Hayao Miyazaki's movies came to reality, with a hint of comfort in the tranquility, which made people unable to help but want to stop and watch the rain.

The black taxi slowly stopped beside the street. Arthur sat in the back seat and looked at the two-story villa in front of him through the window. At one moment, he had the illusion of returning to the Hall family mansion, solemn and solemn, heavy and deep, just like a giant beast dormant in the darkness, making people feel the urge to turn around and escape. But then he realized that it was misleading by dim light.

"Sir?" the taxi driver asked loudly.

Arthur realized that he had been delaying for too long, so he quickly took out fifty pounds and handed them to the driver, "No need to look for it." Then he pushed open the car door and walked down.

Yay.

The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and a black ink umbrella supported a small sky, moving quickly like a floating mushroom, walking through the stone brick path, passing through the green grassy garden, pushing open the carved iron gate, and then a low voice rang in my ears, "Master Arthur."

It's Philip.

Arthur's footsteps couldn't help but pause again, and the illusion came back again, "Hmm." He opened his mouth, but in the end he still said nothing.

Under Philip's guidance, he entered the room all the way. Arthur took off his wet windbreaker jacket and handed it to Philip. He was about to take off and stopped at the entrance.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, mixed with a little scent of oil smoke, but it was still a rich fragrance of osmanthus. Walking through the milky yellow halo, all the noises calmed down. There was a laughter and laughter in the room on the right, filled with joy, but thoughts couldn't help but follow the smell of oil smoke and explored directly in front of the corridor, and couldn't help but wonder about the warmth hidden behind the lemon yellow halo.

"What's going on?" Arthur couldn't help but turn to ask, "I mean, what's the smell?"

"Young Master Lanli wants to eat Chinese/Chinese cuisine today. Now the cook is preparing, and the smell of oil smoke is a little bit loud. I will tell her to pay attention immediately." Philip replied conscientiously.

"No, no." Arthur himself didn't understand, and the veto was blurted out, "I mean, if Renly likes it, then that's it."

Little by little, Arthur liked this atmosphere even more.

"What happened?" Before the words fell, a questioning sound came from the stairs. When he raised his head, Arthur could see Edith yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Edith wore a simple T-shirt with sports shorts, her messy hair grew like a weed, and she seemed to have not woken up yet.

"It's okay." Arthur replied subconsciously, "Uh... Are you going to reverse the jet lag? Are you going to join us for dinner?" Originally, Arthur was going to ask about Turkey or auctions, but when he said that, he was still a little restrained and returned to daily communication - but even for daily communication, they wouldn't ask like this, which was obviously more lifelike.

"Yeah." Edith nodded, "I was just hungry and woke up now. What was preparing in the kitchen? It smelled so good. Is it Chinese/Chinese cuisine? The aroma of cooking was so fragrant. I didn't expect it to be so fragrant, much more fragrant than takeaway." Then Edith stretched out her big waist, "I just feel like I'm back home now."

Home.

Now Arthur finally understood what the strange feeling was like: Is this what home feels like? Although the appearance looks similar, the content contained in the interior lighting has created different homes, which are exclusively owned.

Arthur was a little panicked, but he still couldn't adapt, but the weirdness was... a little comfortable. He finally didn't speak, and finally left the entrance hall and turned into the room on his right hand. Then he saw four people playing lyrics, "...Are you serious? lyrics, lyrics?"

Arthur himself did not expect it, but his words blurted out.

"Hey, quiet!" The person who spoke was Andre, "Wait, what's the name of the little naughty elf who picked flower juice in 'Midsummer Dream Night'?"

"puck!" Matthew and Eaton said at the same time, and Lanley looked at Andre gloatingly, "You don't remember your role in that St. Patrick's Day drama show! But it shouldn't be surprised, it's definitely a disaster."

Andre said for granted, "That's because I'm not interested, thank you."

Arthur stood beside him and was speechlessly stunned.

Renley looked up and looked over, "Welcome home. Thank you for your hard work today, how about you? Do you want to come and relax? There is also Sudoku on the sofa, I remember. Hey, Edith, come and have some afternoon tea, there is still a little time before dinner, maybe you can eat two Madeline cakes to fill your stomach."

"God, it's great. I think I can eat a whole cow now." Edith patted Arthur's shoulder and walked around Arthur's position. "Sir, don't block the way, where's your etiquette?" He complained and entered the study, "How about it, what game are you playing?"

Arthur was dumbfounded. He was the one who likes to play, but why is he unable to keep up with the rhythm now? His laziness and elegance are limited to outside the mansion. As long as he goes home, he must be armed and never dares to relax easily, but he can't tell where this is now.

At this time, Arthur had the opportunity to look at the room in front of him. It was obviously a study room. The three walls were full of bookshelfs, including the wall of the door at the entrance, and the remaining wall was indeed a large floor-to-ceiling window. The window screen was pulled up, and you could vaguely see the garden and street lights outside, and the entire view was widened - it didn't matter even if there was a haze outside.

Unconsciously, Arthur's shoulders also relaxed.

Philip appeared behind him, "Master Arthur, do you need anything?"

Arthur was slightly stunned, "...Phillip, where am I now?" He knew that his words were very stupid, but the line between reality and illusion was completely blurred, and he needed to make sure.

"Home. Master Arthur, you are at home now." Philip replied.

Arthur nodded in confusion, finally took a step forward, sat down next to Eaton and cheered. Eaton's eyes raised from the newspaper, "Do you need a cup of black tea? Arthur."

"...Okay." Arthur quietly relaxed his shoulders and leaned against the back of the sofa. Then he saw Edith who was stuffing the cake into his mouth with his hands. The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but bloom.

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Chapter completed!