A Journey Through the Worlds of Film and Television.

Chapter 383: Revenge

More than 20 minutes later, Lieutenant Card woke up from his coma, touched the back of his head, and cursed: "Damn it, what's going on?"

After saying this, Lieutenant Card suddenly realized that his watch and pistol were missing. He touched his pocket and found that the money in it was also much less, with only one hundred lire left.

After cursing a few words angrily and picking up the bicycle that had fallen to the ground, Lieutenant Card just got on the bicycle and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen and a desire rose up uncontrollably.

Lieutenant Card tried to suppress the feeling, but it became stronger and stronger and he couldn't suppress it at all.

After just a brief hesitation, Lieutenant Card turned his bike around and headed towards the brothel in the city.

After arriving at the brothel, Lieutenant Card could no longer hold back. He took out the remaining 100 lire in his pocket and handed it to the madam. Without even bothering to choose, he randomly pulled two plump women and went into an empty room at the side.

You can imagine what will happen next...

More than an hour later, Lieutenant Card fell on the bed. The two women pushed him away and tried to wake him up, but found that Lieutenant Card's eyes were bulging and he was dead.

The news spread quickly, and the garrison and police station immediately sent people to investigate. After carefully examining Lieutenant Card's condition, the doctor came to only one conclusion: the lieutenant died of excessive excitement and cardiac arrest.

As this incident was not so glorious and would damage the image of the garrison if spread, the garrison and the police station immediately cordoned off the scene and strictly prohibited the news from leaking out.

But how could such big gossip be kept secret?

The next day, a piece of news began to spread in Syracuse that Lieutenant Card, a young and promising man in the city, had died in a woman's belly the day before.

As soon as the news came out, it naturally caused an uproar. Before this, Lieutenant Card had always been very popular in the city because of his handsome appearance and military image, and even became the object of love for many young girls and young women.

I never thought that idols would also have their downfalls.

As the news spread, the garrison, which had originally planned to hold a funeral for Lieutenant Card, quickly gave up the idea and handed over Lieutenant Card's body to his family.

Even Lieutenant Card's family felt ashamed of what happened and buried him in a hurry without holding a proper funeral.

Hearing this news, Lu Cheng just smiled. He is a person who doesn't like to hold grudges, and usually he will avenge his grudges as soon as possible.

On the other side, at Malena's house.

"Mr. Lu, please take a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"OK thanks."

"I have already drawn the design of the clothes. You can take a look and see if there is anything that needs to be modified."

"Okay, that's fine. If the clothes turn out well, I can introduce you to another friend who also wants to make two clothes."

"Really? Thank you so much."

Malena is unemployed now and relies on her husband's allowance to barely make ends meet. Therefore, she is eager to do more work and earn more money.

"Mr. Lu, I actually like music very much, but I used to watch some operas and rarely heard music performances."

"Opera is good, too. It's just a different form of performance from a concert. Just like a suit or a windbreaker, people like to wear both."

As he spoke, Lu Cheng looked at the photo frame on the table beside him: "Ms. Marlena, is your husband a soldier?"

"Yes, his name is Nino, and he is currently fighting in the North African battlefield."

"Can you tell me your love story?"

"Of course, I'm a country girl. My husband met me when he came to visit our relatives. We fell in love at first sight. But my husband left me just one month after we got married..."

A very clichéd love story: a young man from the city went to the countryside and met a pretty country girl. They fell in love, and the young man married the country girl and brought her father to the city.

It was just that the two had just gotten married when the war broke out and the man had to go to the battlefield.

After chatting casually for a while, Marlena took out a cigarette and handed it to Lu Cheng: "Mr. Lu, would you like a cigarette?"

"Thank you, but no, I don't like smoking."

"Actually, I don't really like smoking, but I like to smoke when I'm bored at home or when I'm working. Now it's a habit."

As she spoke, Marlena put down the cigarette in her hand and asked, "Mr. Lu, your performance is so wonderful, will you hold a concert?"

Lu Cheng shook his head. "It seems that Asian faces are not very popular here. I don't have the opportunity to hold a concert."

"That's a shame. If Mr. Lu were to hold a concert, I would definitely buy a ticket to go. To be honest, it's really a great pleasure to hear Mr. Lu's performance every day."

"Thank you. As a performer, it is a blessing to have a good audience."

"What instruments can Mr. Lu play?"

"That's more, I can play most instruments from the East and the West. Violin, flute, saxophone, piano, cello, I have no problem. But I only have two Western instruments at home, the flute and the violin."

"Oh, that's amazing. I love the sound of the violin..."

The two chatted about music for a while, and before they knew it, it was already noon. Lu Cheng got up and went back home. He asked Mrs. More to prepare an extra lunch and sent it to Malena.

In the afternoon, Lu Cheng rode his bike out of the house, then switched to his second identity and went to the newly built factory in the west of the city to check on the production of lipstick. He then looked at the results of his subordinates' training, and finally called together several managers to ask about business cooperation issues.

"Camilo, Eric, how is the cooperation with the store in the city going?"

"Sir, the store in the city has agreed to sell our products, but has reduced the price by another 5%."

"It's not a big problem to lower the price a little. If our distributors can make money, they will be willing to sell our products, and we can make more money. In addition, you can add another clause to the cooperation terms. Every counter that sells our products can get an extra commission of five to ten liras for every lipstick sold. We will pay this commission."

"Boss, the store will pay their salespeople, why should we pay this money? Our products are selling so well, those salespeople must be able to make a lot of money too."

"Don't mind these small amounts of money. These amounts can make every salesperson more willing to sell our products. You can imagine that there are two kinds of lipsticks on the counter, one is ours and the other is someone else's. If the salesperson sells someone else's product, he or she will not get any extra commission. If the salesperson sells our product, he or she can make extra money.

If you were the salesperson, when a customer came to buy the product, which one would you recommend to her?"

"I understand, boss. I'll do it right away."

"Also, accompany me to buy a car tomorrow. We need to expand our business to Lentini, Catania, and Messina as soon as possible, so that all the women in Sicily and even in Europe will use our lipstick. Only then will we really make a lot of money, and you will get rich too."

"Yes, sir!"