Chapter 257: 256 A Great Change

"Swish... swish... swish..."

The azure seawater rippled, licking the golden beach on the shore with affection. On the old and orderly stone-built pier, several scattered ships swayed gently in the dock, and several seagulls gilded with gold by the sunlight circled leisurely above the ships, occasionally emitting a few pleasant, light chirps...

The morning in the seaside small town of Ankara was as quiet and beautiful as ever. The difference was that the pier tavern, which was usually bustling with noise and excitement, had become deserted, with no one seen entering or leaving for a long time.

And because of her playful and hot personality, and a figure even hotter than her personality, the waitress Agatha, who had become the dream lover of the young men in the small town, also did not appear in the pier tavern but appeared in front of the only post office in Ankara, frowning and flipping through the past newspapers posted at the door.

It's a bit hard to find a job recently...

After flipping through the recruitment section of many past newspapers and failing to find a job suitable for herself, Agatha, who had just become unemployed this morning, couldn't help but sigh faintly.

After the incident at the tavern yesterday, although she was carried out by Mr. Joseph and was not injured in the conflict, the three drunken sailors gave Mr. Elijah, who had spoken righteously, a good beating.

Even worse, when she brought the police over later, the three sailors actually took advantage of the lack of people, pried open the tavern's cellar, ruined all the stock inside by drinking and dismantling, and even took all the money in the counter before fleeing without a trace.

When the real boss of the tavern returned and learned that all this was caused by her, he was furious, not only deducting all her salary as compensation but also firing her directly.

And she had been in a hurry when she ran away from home and didn't bring much money. Although she had saved some money from working as a tavern waitress for these few months, she still didn't have many savings and could only barely maintain her life. Now there was no suitable work in the recruitment section of the newspaper. What should she do now?

"Are you... Miss Agatha?"

Just as Agatha in front of the post office was at her wit's end because of her empty pockets, a somewhat surprised voice sounded from behind her.

Agatha turned back in surprise and discovered that the person who came was the guest who had chatted very happily with her yesterday and had bravely stood out when the sailors were making trouble.

"Mr. Elijah!"

Looking at the man with gauze wrapped around his head and a large blue bruise on his temple, but still not losing his handsome demeanor, Agatha, thinking of her action of leaving him behind to get beaten yesterday, felt guilty and her pretty face flushed. She took the initiative to greet him somewhat embarrassedly:

"Are... are you okay? I'm really sorry about yesterday. If it wasn't for me... you wouldn't have..."

"It's okay."

Elijah, who had been beaten for nothing, was a bit depressed, but when he saw the beautiful woman with flushed cheeks in front of him, the slight resentment in his heart dissipated unknowingly. He smiled and replied:

"Yesterday's matter wasn't your fault. You were just implicated by the drunkards making trouble. As for the injuries on my body, when I decided to stand out yesterday, I had already prepared for the possibility of being beaten.

This is the price a man should pay when practicing his principles, and it is also a medal commemorating my courage. It has nothing to do with a beautiful lady who was just innocently implicated. You don't need to feel guilty for this."

"Mr. Elijah..."

Looking at Elijah, who had been beaten so miserably but was still trying to comfort her, Agatha couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart. She clenched her fists and placed them in front of her chest, her eyes filled with tenderness as she said softly:

"Your courage and gentleness are like the sunlight of this morning, illuminating my dark heart, and like the endless waves on the ocean, making me..."

"I really can't take it anymore!"

Hearing this, Li Ang, who had been sitting in the post office for half a day, couldn't help but push open the window and poke his head out, speechless:

"Can't you two talk properly? Greeting each other with such flowery language, back and forth, the tone is almost ready to be sung directly.

If I didn't come out to interrupt, would you two be dancing in the middle of the road later? And then we passersby would jump out of our cars and stand on the roofs of the cars to dance for you?"

After Li Ang finished his sarcastic remark, the yellow-haired puppy on his shoulder also nodded its little head, trying its best to chime in with great momentum:

"Wang wu, wang wu! (Exactly, exactly)"

This person is... Mr. Joseph?

Seeing the man and dog poking their heads out of the window, the male and female leads of "Twelve Days of Touring" couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

Nothing else, compared to the outfit that only a spirited youth... a mentally deranged youth would wear yesterday, "Mr. Joseph" at this moment seemed a bit too normal.

Under the well-tailored gray wool coat was a simple and decent vest and a slim-fit pleated shirt. A neatly folded handkerchief was inserted in the pocket on the chest of the shirt, looking surprisingly gentlemanly.

The only thing not very gentlemanly was that the button at the collar was undone one more time, revealing well-defined collarbones and a fair neck, and further up was a clear jawline and slightly upturned corners of the mouth, combined with that high nose and deep, bright eyes, the feeling it gave people was simply...

A man who looked okay.

No way, whether it was Li Ang in reality or Mr. Joseph in "Twelve Days of Touring," neither was a character with earth-shattering looks.

Even though Li Ang had dressed up carefully for now, and even secretly rubbed some eyeshadow under his collarbones to highlight the lines of his collarbones, the foundation was ultimately there. Even if he tried his best, he could only be said to be a little handsome, belonging to the degree that people would look at him a few more times when walking by the side of the road, and then there was nothing more.

But just like how beauties are compared, although "Mr. Joseph" at this moment could only be considered slightly handsome, compared to the gaudy, crazy pheasant yesterday, he was simply handsome beyond compare. Under such contrast, he could already be called handsome to the point of being aggressive.

How is it? Scared, right?

Looking at the two people full of surprise outside the post office, Li Ang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Although he didn't know whether it was true or false, according to the information revealed by the 【King of Drama】, as long as you can completely mess up the plot and get a higher evaluation than the original script, then you may become the new controller of the dramatic world.

And if you want to do this, first you have to see who the "evaluation" is issued by, and the person most likely to give an evaluation is naturally the residents of the small town of Ankara, the three thousand audience members who were once in the Central Cross Theater.

As for what these audience members love to watch...

Last night, Li Ang climbed through the window and broke into the Household Registration Bureau, looked through the registration forms of the town residents, and found that 70% were women. And the two plays today, one was the romantic comedy "Twelve Days of Touring," and the other was the tragedy of an older woman's love "Lady Helena," so it was not hard to guess what these audience members loved to watch.

And how to make the new "Twelve Days of Touring" more attractive than the original version when only he is a "controllable" character and there is interference from the 【King of Drama】...

For himself, who has been influenced by various works from another world, perhaps this is the simplest thing! ===== CHAPTER 258 =====