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Kehoe filled the paper with numbers and charts, and the two-inch-long broken blue pencil tip was like a magician's wand in his hand, kicking off the magic show. He is the consular agent of the United States here, and is waiting for the United States to send Coralio to take over as the successor of Consul Atwu who resigned. At this moment, Kehoe's mind, heart, and pen were brewing a plan. He planned to exploit the characteristics and human weaknesses of the new president of Anjulia. This plan that can make Kaiou rich or noble should really be recorded in the history books.

??? Kaiou filled the paper with numbers and charts, and the two-inch-long blue broken pencil tip was like a magician's wand in his hand. The beginning of the magic show. He is the consular agent of the United States here, and is waiting for the United States to send Coralio to take over as the successor of Consul Atwu who resigned.

??? At this moment, a concept is brewing in Kehoe's mind, heart and pen. He intends to take advantage of the characteristics and human weaknesses of the new president of Anjulia. This plan that can make Kaiou rich or noble should really be recorded in the history books.

??? President Rosada, known as the "dictator", has talent and wisdom, and can stand out even among the Anglo-Saxons; but he never has the kind of talent that will make him A despicable personality that ruins one's reputation.

??? He possesses the superb patriotism of Washington (the person he admires most), the courage of Napoleon, and the great wisdom of many sages. These qualities can be confirmed by the title "Outstanding Liberator", but his extreme arrogance and vanity kept his status at the lowest level of dictatorship.

??? However, he has contributed a lot to his country, has strong leadership, and is almost unfettered by the social scum of ignorance and laziness, and he has successfully organized the country. At international conferences, establish the image of a strong country for your country. He established schools, hospitals, built bridges and roads, opened railways, built buildings, and generously donated funds to support the arts and sciences. He is a unique king and idol in the hearts of the people. Other presidents are unreasonable and greedy. Although Rosada has amassed countless wealth in the country, she is willing to share the profits with the people.

??? Combined with the above characteristics, what he reveals is that he is never tired of erecting monuments and symbolic monuments to show his glory. He set up statues of himself in every town, engraved with words praising his great achievements. On the walls of each building are plaques detailing his achievements and the people's tribute to him. His statues and photos can be found in shacks all over the country. One of his sycophantic officials specially painted a picture in which he looked like St. John, surrounded by a halo of light and surrounded by a group of armed attendants. Rosada saw nothing wrong with the scene in the painting and hung it high in the capital's cathedral. He ordered a series of marble statues from French sculptors, including himself, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, and one or two others he considered worthy of veneration.

??? He searched for medals all over Europe, and did not hesitate to use diplomacy, bribery and beauty to lure the medals he coveted from the rulers of various countries. When attending national ceremonies, his chest and shoulders were decorated with crosses, stars, gold roses, medals and ribbons. It was said that whoever could obtain him a new medal, or devise a new way of making his deeds more widely known, would have access to the treasury and do as he pleased with it. Such a person is the one Billy Kehoe secretly pays attention to. This gentle pirate watched with indifference as the small favors rained down on the sycophants who curry favor with the president. But he doesn't think that the umbrella should be opened to block people's way of making money.

??? A few weeks later, the new consul arrived and relieved Kaiou of his acting duties. The new consul is a young man who has just graduated from school and has always been interested in studying botany. The position of consul in Coralio gave him the opportunity to study tropical plants. He wore a pair of glasses blackened by smoke and carried a green umbrella. The balcony behind the consulate was filled with pots of plants and specimens, and there was no room for a chair. Kaiou looked at him, feeling sad but not resentful. After a while, he started to pack his bags. According to the plan, he must go on a long voyage to the sea.

??? The Cassefon adrift at sea has returned, loaded with a shipload of coconuts ready to enter the New York speculative market. Kaiou reserved a return boat seat.

??? "Yes, I am going to New York." He explained to the Chinese people who saw him off on the pier.

??? "But I will come back before you miss me. I have been committed to art education in this mixed-color country, and I will not give up when my efforts have just begun to take off."< /p>

??? Kaiou left these meaningful words and boarded the Kasefin and left.

??? New York ten days later. Kehoe turned up the collar of his coat and broke into Carolus, trembling all over? White's studio on the top floor of a building on Tenth Street.

??? Carolus? White was smoking a cigarette and grilling sausages on the oil stove! Although he is only twenty-three years old, he has profound insights into art theory. The two met in the West. At the time, Kehoe was wandering and White loved art.

??? "Billy Kehoe!" White shouted, holding out his free hand. "What wild world did you come from?!"

??? "Hi, Carlo," Kehoe dragged a stool to the stove and put his hand close to the stove. "It's a good thing I found you so quickly. I looked for you all day in phone books and art galleries. The guy who served free lunch on the street pointed me here. I always thought you were still painting."

< p>??? Kaiou scanned the entire studio with the sharp eyes of a connoisseur.

??? "Well, you will become famous in one fell swoop." He nodded slightly, "The painting in the corner with angels, blue clouds and carriages is exactly what we want. What are you asking for? Name, Carlo? Is it called 'Coney Island Holy Land'? "

??? "That one," White said, "I originally wanted to name it 'Eliga Ascension', but your choice might be better."

??? "The name is not the same. It doesn't matter," said Kehoe. "The layout and variety of the painting are quite perfect. Now, I'm going to tell you something right away. I took a little journey of two thousand miles and took you with me. Make a plan. When I think of this plan, I immediately think of you. How about you go back and paint with me?! It will take three months and the reward will be 5,000 yuan."

??? "Agricultural products Or a poster for hair restorer?" White asked.

??? "It's not a promotional poster."

??? "Then what kind of painting is it?" "It's a long story." Kaiou said.

??? "You can go ahead. If you don't mind, I'll keep an eye on these sausages while listening. I need to bake the sausages a little darker than Van Dyke's dark brown paint. Make your mouth water."

??? Kehoe began to explain his plan, and the two of them returned to Coralio. White had to pretend to be a well-known American portrait painter and temporarily put aside the difficulty of But a well-paying job and a vacation in this tropical location. Even in a recession, it is not a fantasy for an internationally renowned artist to be commissioned by the President to paint a lasting portrait and share silver pesos with a group of sycophants.

??? Kaiou is expected to demand a reward of 10,000 yuan. Artists usually command high prices for their portraits. The two shared the travel expenses and all profits equally. This is Keou's plan.

Soon, the two partners left the simple and cold studio and walked into an elegant and warm coffee shop. They discussed it late into the night, with a few old envelope covers and Kehoe's blue pencil stubs between them.

??? At twelve o'clock in the evening, White curled up on a chair, rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes.

??? "I'll go with you, Billy." His tone was calm and firm. "I have saved two or three hundred dollars on sausages and rent. I will take this risk with you. Five thousand dollars! It will be more than enough for me to stay in Paris for two or three years and in Italy for one year. I will pack my bags tomorrow. "

??? "You have to take action within ten minutes." Kaiou said: "It is already tomorrow. The Cassefon sails at four o'clock in the afternoon. I will help you go back to the studio to sort out your things. "

??? Every year from November to March of the following year, Corario is the place where everyone in Anjulia attracts attention. It is only in these five months that this town is full of vitality. The president and government officials come here with their families for vacation, which is equivalent to the seat of government, and the people follow the example. People who indulge in pleasure regard this long holiday as a season of entertainment and carnival. Carnivals, ball games, athletics, sea bathing, parades and small theaters can all meet their needs. Every evening fourteen carriages and automobiles circle the city, marching in a sombre and high-spirited atmosphere like a funeral, and the famous Swiss parade from the capitalThe orchestra accompanies the performance in the small square. Indians who look like stone statues from prehistoric times also come to the city from the mountains and sell handicrafts along the streets.

??? People crowded in the narrow streets and chatted freely. The children put on extremely short tutus and gold wings, shouted loudly in the crowd, and ran around on the ground. Government officials arrive at the start of this joyous season to participate in spectacular banquets and patriotic parades filled with excitement and joy.

??? The Cassefon carried Kaiou and White back on this colorful winter day. They stood on the shore and could still hear the music coming from the square. The village girls decorated their black hair with fireflies and walked barefoot on the road with shy eyes and graceful steps. The dandy in a white linen shirt shook his cane and began to hunt for women. The air is filled with hypocrisy, artificial temptation and debauchery, and everything as far as the eye can see is artificial.

??? They started taking action two or three days after their arrival. Kehoe accompanied the artist around the city, introducing White to the English-speaking world, using various channels to publicize the work to increase its popularity, so that people far and near thought White was a painter. Kehoe then planned a more impressive method, hoping to spread his reputation in public places.

??? First, he and White checked into the Trangelo Hotel. Then he put on a flawless white cotton and linen suit, put on an American straw hat, and held a walking stick that showed his identity but had no practical function. The two men's relaxed demeanor and elegant demeanor are very eye-catching. This is Kehoe and his friend, the great American painter Mr. White.

??? White set up an easel on the beach and sketched detailed and realistic landscapes. The people formed a semicircular wall behind him with great momentum and discussion. On the other hand, Kaiou, who is meticulous, also carefully arranges his disguised identity. He plays the great artist's friend, a laid-back industrialist. The thing that most symbolizes his identity is a pocket camera.

??? "It would be a great insult for an amateur art enthusiast with a bank account and a motorboat not to have a camera." Kehoe said: "If you see a person With nothing to do, just taking some snapshots and wasting his time, you immediately knew that he must have studied the book 'Brand Street' in depth. Have you ever noticed those old dudes worth millions?

< p>???As soon as they see something, they take a photo of it. Because a Kodak camera attracts more attention than a title or a four-carat diamond on the lapel." So, Kehoe looked at Kodak in an elegant and gentle manner. Wandering around in poverty in the city, he took photos of landscapes and shy village women; while White was also posing in the sublime realm of art.

Two weeks after arriving, their efforts began to bear fruit. The President's cronies hurried to the Grand Hotel in horse-drawn carriages. The President wished to meet with Mr. White privately in Casamorena.

??? Kaiou bit the pie tightly. "Ten thousand yuan, not a cent less," he said to the artist: "RememberAt this price. It must be paid in gold or its equivalent, but don't let him trick you into what is called money here. "

??? "Maybe he didn't ask me to paint a portrait. "White said.

??? "Then turn around and leave! "Kaio said with great confidence: "I know exactly what he wants.

??? He wants a famous young American painter (also a predator) living here to paint his portrait. Go quickly! "

??? The carriage took the artist away. Kehoe was pacing the room, his pipe blowing out big clouds of smoke. An hour later, the carriage came straight to the hotel to see him off. Returning to White, another burst of smoke disappeared. The artist rushed up the stairs three steps at a time. Kehoe stopped, and the smoke ring turned into a silent question mark.

??? "Login successful!" "White shouted, his childish face shining with pride. "Billy, you are such a prophet. He wants a painting. I'll tell you from beginning to end. Oh my gosh! This dictatorial guy is really decisive! He has dictatorial cells all over him. He's an intense combination of Caesar, Satan, and Josh Debbie. Gentle and polite, cold and serious, this is his style. The room where I met him was ten acres in size, like a Mississippi steamship, gilded, gleaming, and white-painted. His English is better than I thought. We quickly talked about price. I asked for 10,000 yuan. I thought he was going to call the guards, drag me out and shoot me. But he didn't blink. He just waved a maroon hand and said nonchalantly: "No matter how much you ask, I will pay it." "I will meet with him again tomorrow to discuss the details of the portrait."

??? Kaiou lowered his head. Inferiority was clearly written on his depressed features.

??? "I admit defeat, Carlo." He said sadly. "I am no longer suitable for instigating these plans.

??? The only speculation and profit-making enterprise suitable for me is to push a pushcart to sell oranges. I swear, I thought the amount of ten thousand yuan was this The greatest ability of brown people. But obviously even fifteen thousand dollars is just a drop in the bucket! Hey! Carlo, you will see the little old man Keou safely in a well-equipped and quiet nursing home. If he does this again That's a stupid thing to say."

The Casa Morena Palace is a one-story brown building with a palace-like interior decoration and a beautiful tropical garden and a high wall outside. Guard this official residence located on a hill on the upper edge of Kecheng. The next day, the president's royal carriage picked up the artist again. Kehoe went out for a walk along the beach, and now beachgoers recognized him and his "photo box." When he returned to the hotel, White was sitting in a lounge chair on the balcony.

??? "Uh," Kehoe said, "Have you and that arrogant tyrant decided on the colorful slate he wants?"

??? White stood up, After walking up and down the balcony several times, he stopped and started laughing strangely. His face was red and his eyes were shining with anger and scorn.light.

??? "Look, Billy," he said rudely: "When you came to me in my studio and mentioned painting, I thought you wanted a painting of Oats or Hair restorer poster. Well, now, both of those jobs, if done properly, are of more artistic value than what you want me to paint now. I can't paint that kind of painting, Billy. You have to try to save me. I told you What does that barbarian of yours want me to do? He has planned out all the details and even sketched out his ideas. The old guy is not bad at drawing at all. But what an art! Listen and see what he wants What kind of deformed monster should I paint? Of course, he should be in the center of the canvas. Then, he is shaped like Peter sitting on Mount Olympus, with clouds at his feet and beside him stands a man in full military attire. George Washington, one of Washington's hands is still on the president's shoulder. There is an angel with spread wings on it, placing a laurel wreath on the president's head to crown him - I think it looks like the May Queen beauty pageant - The background is machine cannons, more angels and soldiers. The person who painted such a picture must have a soul as despicable as a dog!"

??? Billy Kehoe's forehead began to break out. Sweat. His blue pencil tip did not foresee such an unexpected event. The plan, which was as precise as a machine, is still running satisfactorily. He asked White to sit back in his seat, and he dragged a chair to the balcony and lit his pipe with a calm expression.

??? "Now, child," he said solemnly and kindly, "you and I have to have an 'art' to 'art' conversation. You have your artistic views, and I have mine." Yes. Your art concept is the art inherited from the Muse; and I have a business art concept that does business. This is my plan, and it has proven to be very effective. Paint the president as King Cole or Venus, Even a landscape, a mural, or a bouquet of lotus flowers...anything will do, as long as he feels like it. You go ahead and paint your painting on your canvas and collect what you deserve. You can't do it at this juncture. Just leave it alone?! Carlo, think about that 10,000 yuan reward!"

??? "I can't stop thinking about it," White said, 'This is what makes me miserable, I painted this Painting means risking throwing every ideal of mine into the mud, and bringing my soul into disrepute. Five thousand yuan means studying abroad for three years, but it almost sells my soul. "

??? "The situation is not that bad. "Kaio said soothingly. "This is a business, and there will be considerable wealth to repay you for the energy and time you spend. I cannot agree with your idea, because this painting will not always waver on artistic issues. You also understand that George Washington was great and no one had anything bad to say about Angel. I don’t think the group at the back is too bad. If you painted Peter Zhu with a pair of epaulettes and a sword, and the clouds around him looked like blackberry crumbles, it wouldn’t look like a messy war scene. . Hey, if the price hasn't been agreed upon yet, he should pay Washington another thousand dollars, and the Angels deserve a five hundred dollar increase. "

??? "You don't understand, Billy. "White doesn'tSmile naturally. "Those of us who are creative have a big concept of art. One day I will paint a painting. When people stand in front of it and look at it, they will forget that it was painted and made of paint. I will crawl into them. In my heart, it's like music flowing in a bar. I want them to ask after reading it: 'What else did he paint?' I don't want them to speculate; what they see is the painting itself, not the portrait or the cover of the magazine. , not an illustration or a girl - just a painting. That's why I cooked sausages and tried to be true to myself. I convinced myself to paint this painting that would take me to Paris, forcing myself Seize this opportunity. But this is a ghost painting that makes people roar and scream! My loving Heavenly Father! Don’t you understand yet?"

??? "Of course." Kaiou raised his hand Put it on White's knee, like coaxing a child. "I understand that you cannot tolerate such lack of progress in your art. I also understand that you want to paint a masterpiece like the panoramic view of the Battle of Gettysburg. However, I have to remind you to consider a practical issue. So far, , we have spent three hundred and eighty-five dollars and fifty cents on this plan.

??? We have spent every penny we have saved, except for the trip back to New York. And I I need my share of the ten thousand dollars. I want to run a copper coin trade in Idaho and earn one hundred thousand dollars. This is the ultimate business goal. So, implement it from the palace of your lofty artistic ideals. , Carlo, on the damn money."

??? "Billy," White said, "I try my best. I can't say I'll do it well, but I try my best. . I will continue to work and try my best to complete it."

??? "This is the real thing," Kaiou said sincerely: "Good boy, there is another thing now - start painting as soon as possible This painting--do it as fast as you can. If necessary, get some kids to help you mix the paint. I heard some rumors in town today. The local people are beginning to hate the President. They He said that he had excessively abused his privileges, and also accused him of intending to trade with Britain and betray the country. We must get the matter done while external shipping is still open."

??? In Casamorena In the courtyard, the president ordered someone to set up a huge canvas. White had a temporary studio here. For two hours every day the great man sat facing him.

White worked diligently as promised. But he lived in an orgy of bitter contempt, endless self-humiliation, mournful gloom, and mockery. Kehoe, who was astonishingly patient like a general, had no choice but to comfort him, console him, and argue again and again - to make him concentrate on the painting.

??? A month later, White announced that the painting was complete--Peter Chu, Washington, angels, clouds, Cannon, everything. When he told Kehoe, his face was deathly pale, his lips curled into a tight line, he said the president was satisfied. The painting will hang in the National Heroes Gallery. The President asked the artist to return to Casamorena the next day to receive his payment. His friend was so excitedWhile chattering about their success, White left the hotel at the appointed time without saying a word.

??? An hour later, he returned to Kehoe's room, threw his hat on the floor, and sat on the table.

???"Billy," his tone was stiff and exhausted. "I invested a little money in a small business my brother ran out west. This was how I made a living while I was studying for art. I will now take my share and pay you for the money you lost on this scheme."

??? "Loss!" Kaiou roared and jumped up, "You didn't get the money for the painting?"

??? "Yes, I received the money. "White said: "But there are no paintings now, and there is no so-called payment for paintings. If you are willing to listen to what I say carefully. When the president and I were looking at the paintings, his secretary sent a New York dollar bill of ten thousand dollars. The bank draft was handed over to me. The moment I touched the draft, I suddenly became furious. I tore the draft into pieces and scattered them on the floor. A worker was repainting the stone pillars inside the patio, and his paint bucket happened to be at hand. . I grabbed his paint brush and swung it at the Ten Thousand Dollar Nightmare. The entire painting was filled with a quart of blue paint. I saluted and then walked away. The President didn't move or speak. . He was shocked this time. I know it's hard for you to handle now, Billy, but I can't control myself."

??? There seems to be someone in Coralio City. An exciting atmosphere spread. There was a noisy, rising and falling crowd outside, mixed with screams. "Traitors, get out of power—traitors, get out of power!" they seemed to be shouting.

??? "Listen!" White shouted in pain, "I can still understand these Spanish words. They shouted: 'Traitors out!" I have heard this sentence before. I felt like they were talking about me. I am a traitor to art. The painting must be destroyed. "

??? "Idiot idiot, get off the stage' is more suitable for you! "Kaiou strengthened his tone angrily.

??? "You have a bad conscience because you painted a bad painting worth only five yuan, and you tore ten thousand yuan into pieces like a rag. ! Next time if I want to find a partner, I will have to swear in front of the notary that he has never heard the word 'ideal'! "

Keio strode out of the room, gritting his teeth with excitement. White didn't care much about his anger. He had just gotten rid of a long period of self-humiliation, and it was too tiring to deal with Keio's contempt anymore. People are gone.

??? The air in Coralio City is steaming with excitement, and an angry riot demonstration is imminent. The fuse is the appearance of a tall British man with reddish cheeks in the city. Said to have come on behalf of his government to finalize President Rosada's deal to hand over his people to a foreign power. Not only did this mean that he had lost his conscience, but the bonds would be transferred to the British and the customs would be handed over to them as security. The long-suffering people decided to take a stand.

??? That night, in Coralio and other towns, mobs vented their anger,They patrolled the streets, toppling down the bronze statue of the president in the center of the square, hacking it into pieces, and tearing down the plaques hanging in public buildings proclaiming the "outstanding liberator." Portraits of the president in government offices were also damaged. The mob even attacked the Casa Morena palace, but was driven away by troops still loyal to the dictator. The atmosphere of terror flowed throughout the night.

??? However, everything returned to normal before noon the next day. Rosada's greatness is reflected in this, he is also an absolute dictator. He issued a public statement firmly denying any form of agreement with the British. That pink-cheeked Englishman—Stanford? Sir Bowen also stated on billboards and newspapers that his presence was not for the purpose of any international negotiations. He is a traveler without any intention. In fact (as he confesses), he has never spoken to or been a guest of the President since his arrival.

???During this commotion, White was preparing to return home, a steamer voyage of about two to three days. At noon, an anxious Kehoe took out his camera, hoping to while away the excruciatingly slow hours before sailing. The city is now calm, as if the peace has never disappeared from the red roof on the top of the city.

??? At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Kaiou hurried back to the hotel, with a certain decisive and special look on his face. He rushed into the darkroom and developed the film.

???Soon, he appeared in front of White on the balcony, with a ferocious, cold smile on his face.

??? "Do you know what this is?" He held up a 4×5 photo mounted on cardboard.

??? "A young lady was sitting on the beach - unintentionally showing a depressed look." White guessed lazily.

??? "Big mistake," Kaiou's eyes sparkled, "This is a can of dynamite. A gold mine. This is a jade photo of the President worth 20,000 yuan. No Wrong, brother! This time I got 20,000 yuan, and the photos will not offend anyone's conscience, and there is no need to worry about the ethics of art.

??? Art! You and your smelly paints No matter! I can use a camera to make your whole body peel off and your hair is in braids. Look!"

??? White took the photo and blew a long whistle.

??? "Wow!" he yelled. "If this photo got out, it would cause a riot in the city. Where on earth did you take this photo, Billy?" "

??? "You know the high wall that surrounds the back garden of the Presidential Palace? I climbed that wall to get a bird's eye view of the city. Then I found a crack in the wall because a stone was loose. , the plaster peeled off, just exposing a hole. I thought I could take a peek at the growth of the cabbage in the president's house. As soon as I looked over, I immediately saw the president and the British gentleman sitting about two feet apart. At a small table ten feet away. There were documents spread out on the table. They were like two shameless pirates, clinking glasses on the documents and having fun. The position I was standing at was the most beautiful place in the garden.The secret corner is shrouded in the shadows of plum and orange trees. There was a bottle of champagne on the grass, within easy reach of them. At this point, I knew my moment to create a big artistic shock had come. So I pointed my camera at this crack and pressed the shutter. At this moment, the two old boys made a deal and shook hands - you can clearly see the virtue of their handshake.

??? Kaiou put on his coat and hat.

??? "What do you do with this photo?" White asked.

??? "Me?!" Kaiou said in a hurt tone: "Of course it is tied to the decorative frame with a pink ribbon. You really surprised me! This part of my going out Time, you try to imagine the most likely appearance of this energetic ruler! How he wants to buy this work of art as his private collection at all costs - in order to prevent it from flowing into the public."

When Billy Kehoe returned from Casa Morena, the afterglow of the setting sun had dyed the tops of the coconut trees red. He nodded in response to the artist's questioning gaze, lying on the cot with the back of his head resting on his arms.

??? "I met him, and he paid me like a villain. They didn't let me in, but I told them it was an urgent matter, and yes, the president was He is the kind of person with strong financial resources. He uses his wisdom to run a financial management system beautifully. The only thing I can do is to hold up the photo so that he can see it and put forward the price. He just smiles and takes it from the safe. Cash came out. He put twenty brand-new thousand-dollar bills on the table, looking as comfortable as I would paying a dollar or a quarter, and it was awesome--the money made a clattering sound like Like a wildfire burning through ten acres of hayfield.

??? "Let me touch the bill," White said curiously, "I've never seen a thousand-dollar bill. "Kaiou did not respond immediately.

??? "Carlo," he said absently: "You think your artistic ideal is very sacred and noble, don't you? "

??? "Unparalleled," White said bluntly, "outweighs any substantial benefit to myself and my friends. "

??? "A few days ago I thought you were a fool," Kaiou said calmly, "Now I'm sure you are not. If you're stupid, then so am I. I've done some ridiculous deals, Carlo, but I've always managed to make profits that were fair enough to match other people's brains and money. However, when things develop...well, when you find out someone else's background, seize the handle, and force him to surrender...somehow, I don't think the competition is like this. . They have a term for this competitive game, you know; it's... to confuse you, to keep you from getting a clue, and a guy feels... it's like your kind of damn art. ..... He, uh, I tore up the picture and the pieces fell on the pile of money and the whole deal was canceled and I stood across the table from Mr. President and said, 'Sorry, Mr. Rosada,' I said ,'IThink I made a mistake about the price of the photos, you don't have to pay anything for the photos. 'Now, Carlo, you get your pencil out, we have to do some math. Before we go back to New York, we need to save a little money from our bankroll to fry your sausages. "