I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 115: A blockbuster
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The Panu Islands, located in the South Pacific, near the equator. The sun is shining here and it is a good place for a vacation.
The tourism resources here are fairly rich, with natural islands and reefs, volcanic lakes, and tropical rainforests. However, due to poor infrastructure, it has not been able to develop here. On the whole main island, the most valuable international airport is still worth seeing, and it is still borrowed to cover it.
At this moment, in this somewhat deserted airport lobby, two strange-looking foreigners are walking side by side.
"Roger, can I really get fired? To be honest, I was too big and numb when I was 13 years old, and I went to the youth management office when I was 15 years old-"
"Oh, then the black uncle inside exploded in the buttocks? Who cares? The guy who is sitting in the White House is now doing less stupid things than you. Besides, I tell you, if you dare to use your mouth The Irish accent called me Rogge, and I screwed your head off. "Roberts stopped, turning back and pointing at the young orange-haired young man behind him, said viciously.
"Sorry, man, you know I'm just a little nervous." Johnny waved his hand and continued without caring. "I consulted a psychiatrist, and he said it's called phobia-"
"Shut up, Irishman." Roberts scolded.
I heard that Johnny shut his mouth very simply. He knew that Roberts was a ruthless character. In Los Angeles, even the boss of the Irish gang had to make him three points. Although he seems to have washed his hands now, it is still not his small role as a slum that can provoke him.
When it comes to Irish people, three words immediately appear in Roberts ’head: big, numb, alcoholic, and poor ghosts.
However, at this moment he has to be patient and continue to coax this pen because it is related to 20 million US dollars.
As for why he appeared here, he had to talk about the conversation with Jiang Chen a few days ago.
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"Then you help me play a villain, 20 million is your pay, I will pay with gold."
After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "A small country on the Pacific Ocean."
Roberts was surprised for a moment, and then his face changed.
"Shit, you shouldn't want-"
"Yes, if you guessed it, suffocate. In short, help me write a script, and then pick a" good actor ", I want to play a blockbuster." The Oriental's bad news came from the phone laugh.
He is too familiar with this laugh, it seems that someone is going to be out of luck.
"... You are a lunatic. Although I am a producer, it belongs to the management." Roberts couldn't help smiling, rubbing his temples, and then said after a while, "Well, God. I Think about it, where are you going to film? How much investment? "
"100 million US dollars, the annual GDP of the Panu Islands. The plot is probably that a big-time billionaire in Los Angeles came to the Panu Islands and wanted to invest in local industries, and then bribe officials to local people. Shit on my head, for prestige and good fortune. In short, this is the first plot. By the way, I recommend this rich man to let a bad poor guy play, I need him to play the kind of upstart Mouth and face. "
"Aha—, rest assured, the most important thing in Los Angeles is the Irish." Roberts pouted.
"100 million dollars, I will directly hit your account."
After hearing this, Roberts was stunned and said to the phone with a weird expression, "Call me directly? Are you afraid that I will run away?"
"I believe you won't. The spirit of the contract, isn't it? Besides, since I can get you out of IS, you still have to worry about me-"
"I get it, don't say it." Roberts smiled and raised his left hand to touch his nose. "We are all old friends, or don't say anything dead."
"Yes, you are a smart person. Some money should be taken by you, not less. Ha ha, and speaking, this time it is definitely good for you. Are you tired of the FBI? I can give you a way out. "
After hearing that, Roberts' throat knot moved slightly.
He suddenly remembered some time ago, a piece of "entertainment news" placed on the international page.
On December 30, 2014, the Gambia Presidential Palace was attacked by an armed squad of more than a dozen people. Several armed elements tried to initiate a coup. The funny farce was planned by a Texas real estate businessman and a former Minnesota military officer who called their associates to buy guns and ammunition in the store and shipped them to Gambia through illegal logistics.
Of course, they failed without suspense. According to their original assumption, the action will not encounter much resistance. They believe that the soldiers guarding the presidential palace should not continue to sell their lives for the president after discovering that the situation is not good, and may also be supported by some rebellious soldiers.
The result was that they were killed three on the spot, and there was no expected "surrender".
In this attempted coup, Texas real estate agent Nji was the main sponsor because he was prosecuted by the US prosecutor for violating the Neutral Act. The total investment is only 220,000 US dollars, he only wants to be president once.
And now, Roberts feels like he is doing the same thing.
It ’s just that this maniac is even more terrible, and he has invested 100 million yuan for this!
Buy this country for 100 million yuan?
More than that, there is money for mercenaries.
"Damn it, do I ask you again? Are you serious?" Roberts' fingers were shaking, and the phone was unstable.
Not for fear, but for excitement.
He is an adventurer in his heart. If this is really possible, his arms dealer, who is just a "little fight", may even be fortunate to be recorded in history!
Of course, he does n’t care much about his reputation, the most important thing is the benefits. He has a hunch that if he can get on line with Jiang Chen's "behind the forces", the actual return he will get will even exceed the sum of his previous income!
"That's right. By the way, you better talk to your old friend Lawrence" Please take a day off. "I don't want FBI to join in." The tone on the other end of the phone was relaxed.
"Inevitable, I will find a way. Hey, it's really a little exciting to think about it." The index finger kept rubbing the phone, and Roberts' eyes were shaking with excitement.
"I do n’t care if I ’m not excited, I ’ll see the results. I ’ll say it first. There is no chance for a rehearsal for this" big film ". You have to think about it carefully.
"Trust me, as a famous Hollywood producer-Mr. Roberts, you will be satisfied with my script."
"Well, it's up to you." Jiang Chen said lightly, and then hung up.
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There are already people waiting at the gate of the airport.
Beside the blackened Mercedes-Benz extended version, a middle-aged white man with a big belly and **** kept looking at his watch. The fat suit was tightly worn by him. Standing beside him was an Asian, It seems to be his bodyguard.
By the way, this small country with a population of less than 20,000 has only one hundred troops in the country, and occasionally has to visit the police.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up and found Roberts and Johnny coming out of the airport.
"Oh oh, Mr. Roberts, you can count! Haha, this is Johnny?" The white man immediately opened his arms and greeted Roberts with a smile, and at the same time looked at Roberts with fiery eyes. Irishman beside.
"Shit, is he a **** guy?" Johnny whispered to Roberts.
"Shut up, idiot. The shooting has already begun." Roberts scolded his head, then immediately put on a smiley face, and then greeted the man.
"Yes, this is Johnny, the rich man of Los Angeles." Hugs warmly like a friend he hasn't seen in years. Roberts laughed and turned away, turning his attention to Johnny, "This is Par President Nu—Edward Panu, of British origin, should be regarded as half of your fellow countryman. You also serve as Minister of Finance, and ... "
This half a fellow, full of malicious.
"And Marshal, my friend." Edward smiled and took Johnny's hand, shaking it vigorously, with no expression on his face that the British did not deal with the Irish.
The reason for his expression is purely because according to Roberts, the Irishman named Johnny is a billionaire from Los Angeles. It has been a long time since no one has come to the Panu Islands to invest, and finally caught a rich man. This native emperor naturally spares no effort to please.
As for Irish identity? who cares? He only cares about the dollar bills on which Franklin is printed.
After some greetings, the president invited the two to get in his luxury car, and also personally sent them to the villa-that was bought by Roberts in the name of Johnny two days ago, worth fifty Ten thousand dollars.
"Damn it. The President, the Minister of Finance, the Field Marshal ... what else does he not have?" Sitting on the soft sofa, Johnny counted his fingers.
"There is also a judge, the Minister of Education? In short, he will not take the position without oil and water. You do n’t care so much, just honestly tell me what you are doing." Roberts from A bottle of whiskey was taken out of the refrigerator, put on the table, and poured himself a glass.
"Good things, and wine." Johnny reached up in excitement, and poured himself a glass.
Roberts glanced at the drunk drinker, took a sip slowly, and then slowly said, "Tomorrow evening there will be a social dance, attended by some local celebrities, you follow me, how do I do you Just learn how to do it. The day after tomorrow is an investment inspection, you will spend two million US dollars to invest in the construction of a cargo terminal on the main island. Remember to learn to see how I spend money and have some relationship with the officials. "
Pause, Roberts continued.
"In addition, a Chinese businessman will contact you in a while, he is my old friend. Now he is in the food processing business, give him some convenience, I do n’t need to teach you how to do what I believe."
"Hiccup--. Okay, Roger. Speaking, where is the photographer? Man, are we making a movie, right?" Johnny burped while holding the glass. He didn't know for a few minutes. How many cups have been poured.
"Yes, we are making movies. This is the latest production method, and you will record it in history. By the way, do n’t forget to build your own statue in the city center, my photography team will give it Here's a close-up. "Roberts grinned and took a sip of whiskey.
"Uh, that is to say, I just need to spend money?" Johnny smiled happily and poured himself another glass. "It's really a good job. By the way, what is our movie called?" ? "
“Do n’t Be Rich”, do n’t forget your fame. Not only do you spend money, you have to play enough villains, such as playing a neighbor ’s wife, a girl in QJ town, in short, you Things you want to do in Los Angeles, but you do n’t have the money to do it ... It ’s okay to act in person. If you do it well, I ’ll shoot you a sequel soon. "Roberts waved his hand fiercely and then back Leaned on the sofa, staring playfully at the drunken eyes.
"Hiccup--, sequel? Hey, what's your name."
However, as soon as the words fell, he dropped the glass and fell asleep.
"What's the name? It's called" The Destruction of a Kingdom ", idiot." Roberts sneered softly before putting down the glass in his hand.
Such a thing as wine, just taste it. (To be continued.)