True Star
《巨星
》 Ju Xing
True Star Volume 1, Rebirth of the Superstar, Chapter 94: Albert (2)
A pale hand took away the note first. The visitor had beautiful blonde hair, but the face under the blonde hair, though handsome, was full of evil aura. It was a man who anyone with a second thought will stay as far away from.
“It's a coincidence that we met again, isn't it?" Albert came uninvited and sat in the seat Mr. Ginno had just vacated with an indifferent smile on his lips. “In order not to disturb your conversation with that gentleman, I had to find someone to pull him away. Aren’t I very attentive?"
What is this not to disturb him and Mr. Ginno chat resulting in him making that there is a call to make Mr. Ginno away? It's really hard to understand Albert's thought, Tang Feng thought so, but one thing he can be sure of is that he doesn't like Albert and his forced encounter.
“I don't know you, sir." Come on, asshole!
It's a public place. There are waiters and guests nearby. Tang Feng doesn't believe Albert will dare to mess around here.
Albert shook the note left by Mr. Ginno in his hand: “You are so sad."
"Please give me the note back." The tone of Tang Feng voice was not kind.
Albert took the note in one hand and took out the lighter from his pocket to burn it, but he just lit the fire. Tang Feng poured the rest of the coffee in the cup on him and said without expression: “The weather is dry and the things are dry. Be careful of the fire."
Tang Feng's action was a little unexpected. Albert raised his eyes slightly and looked at the man. Then he just smiled a little. He took the note in his hand and threw it into the coffee cup. Even if Tang Feng pulled it out, he could not see what was written on it.
“These things are going to hurt you. Hollywood stars are all bitches out there." Albert said something that was not pleasant with an aristocratic look. As one of the Hollywood stars, Tang Feng got up from his chair and was ready to leave. The sooner, the better he wanted to hurry and to stay away from Albert.
Albert patted his hand: “Mr. Tang, just a moment."
All of a sudden, the waiters standing around walked towards the guests at the other tables at the same time. They didn't know what the waiters said to the guests. The guests soon left the open-air cafe.
Soon, there was only Albert, Tang Feng, and some tall waiters who seemed suspicious.
"Sit down, please." Albert smiled politely, reached for a paper towel to wipe the coffee stains splashed on his sleeve and clothes. Tang Feng looked at several waiters blocking the door and slowly sat back in place.
“Mr. Albert, I don't know how I provoked you. You see, I'm just a C-rate star from a foreign country with no fame. I'm not worthy of your hospitality." Now the only thing to be thankful for is that it's daytime. However, looking at the coffee stains on the man opposite, Tang Feng lamented his actions again. He didn't know that Albert would control the waiters in the coffee shop. He didn't want to mix with the gangsters.
Leaving the tissue aside at will, Albert snapped his fingers, and soon a waiter came to replace them with two cups of freshly brewed coffee: “I know you don't like sugar in your coffee, oh, of course, now."
“I checked your information. You used to like coffee with sugar and milk. No, you didn't like coffee before, but I don't know why you suddenly like it now." With a puzzled look on his face, Albert sighed, clenched his hands into fists, put his chin on his fists and looked at the man across the street. “It's so strange that your past is completely uninteresting to me."
“It's like the soulless rich kids who can be seen everywhere on the streets of New York. They don't know what they are going to do tomorrow. They are at a loss. You have a rich heritage, but their poor living habits soon make them money pocket empty. Finally, they are forced to sell their houses because of gambling debts. As a matter of fact, no one will sympathize with you, because there are more people in the world than the one you live in. However, in the past, you chose to be a degenerate, and I don't like such a wasteful kids as you.” Albert leaned back, raised his legs and knocked his fingers on his knees. “However, look at you now. I can't see any of your past."
“I have forgotten the past." Tang Feng couldn't understand why Albert came to see him. He had to go one step at a time.
Albert chuckled in a low voice, a look I knew: “There is a card named death in tarot card, people are often afraid to draw this card, but death often meant the past and the new future, your suicide is your despair of the past, and after rebirth, of course, there will be a different life."
“Is Mr. Albert here to discuss the meaning of life with me?"
~ True Star ~
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