Chapter 115: A Blockbuster
The Panu Islands are located in the South Pacific, near the equator. `Le`wen`novel` The sunshine here is bright and it is a good place for vacation.
The tourism resources here are quite rich, such as natural islands and reefs, volcanic lakes and tropical rain forests. However, due to poor infrastructure, it has not been able to develop here. On the entire main island, the most valuable is this international airport, which can be seen, and it is still built with borrowed money.
At this moment, in this somewhat deserted airport hall, two strange-looking foreigners are walking side by side.
"Roger, can I really be hot? To be honest, I smoked marijuana and marijuana when I was 13, and went to a juvenile detention center when I was 15—"
"Hehe, and then got his ass blown by the black uncle inside? Who cares? The guy sitting in the White House now has done no less stupid things than you. Also, let me tell you, if you dare to use your Irish accent again I'm Roger, I'll screw your head off." Roberts stopped, turned his head and pointed at the orange-haired white youth behind him, and said viciously.
"Sorry, man, you know I'm just a little nervous." Johnny waved his hand and continued without caring. "I consulted with a psychiatrist, and he said it's called fame phobia—"
"Shut up, Irishman." Roberts cursed.
Hearing this, Johnny simply shut his mouth, he knew very well that Roberts was a ruthless character. In Los Angeles, even the leader of the Irish Gang had to let him make threes. Although he seems to have washed his hands now, it is still not something that a small character like him in the slum can provoke.
A mention of the Irish. Three words immediately popped into Roberts' mind: big, marijuana, alcoholic, and poor.
However, at this moment, he had to be patient and continue to coax this evil pen. Because it's about $20 million.
As for why he appeared here, we have to start from the phone call he had with Jiang Chen a few days ago.
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"Then you help me play a villain, 20 million is your salary, and I will pay it in gold."
After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "In a small country in the Pacific Ocean."
Roberts was stunned at first when he heard the words, and then his face changed.
"*. Shouldn't you want—"
"Yeah, hold on if you guessed it. Anyway, help me write a script. Then pick a 'good actor',
I'm going to do a big movie. "The oriental smirk came from the other end of the phone.
He was all too familiar with the laughter, and it looked like someone was going to be out of luck.
"...You lunatic. Although I am a producer, I belong to the management." Roberts couldn't help but smile bitterly. Rubbing his temples, he said after a moment, "Okay, God. Let me think, where are you going to shoot? How much?"
"$100 million, the annual gdp of the Panu Islands. The plot is probably that a big-handed billionaire from Los Angeles came to the Panu Islands, wanted to invest in local industries, and then bribed officials. Pull on the local people's heads. Shit, intimidation and stuff like that. Anyway, that's what the first episode was about. Right. I recommend this rich guy to some bad guy who's really bad, I need him to play the nouveau riche."
"Aha, don't worry, the most important thing in Los Angeles is the Irishman." Roberts pouted.
"100 million US dollars will be directly credited to your account."
Hearing this, Roberts was stunned for a while, and said to the phone with a strange expression. "Call me directly? Are you not afraid that I will run away?"
"I'm sure you won't. The spirit of the contract, isn't it? What's more. Since I can get you out of is, you have to worry about me—"
"I understand, stop talking." Roberts raised his left hand and touched his nose with a smirk. "We are all old friends, so don't talk about it."
"That's right, you're a smart person. You should take some money, and you won't be short of it. Hehe, and speaking of it, it's definitely good for you this time, aren't you fed up? I can give it to you. A way out."
Hearing this, Roberts' Adam's apple moved slightly.
He suddenly remembered an "entertainment news" that was placed on the international page some time ago.
On December 30, 2014, the Gambia's presidential palace was attacked by an armed detachment of more than a dozen people, and several militants attempted a coup d'etat. The hilarious farce was orchestrated by a Texas real estate businessman and a former Minnesota soldier who assembled accomplices to buy guns and ammunition in stores and ship them to The Gambia via illegal logistics.
Of course, they failed without suspense. As they had originally envisaged, the action would not encounter much resistance. They believe that the soldiers guarding the presidential palace should not continue to work for the president after finding out that the situation is not good, and may also get the support of some defecting soldiers.
As a result, three of them were killed on the spot, and there was no "surrender" expected at all.
In the attempted coup, Texas real estate developer Engi was the main funder and was indicted by U.S. prosecutors for violating the Neutrality Act. The total investment was only $220,000, and he only wanted to be president once.
And now, Roberts feels like he's doing the same.
It's just that this lunatic is even more terrifying. His investment for this is 100 million!
Buy this country for 100 million?
Not only that, but also mercenary money.
"Damn, are you serious when I ask again?" Roberts' fingers trembled a little, and the phone was a little unsteady.
Not out of fear, but out of excitement.
He is an adventurer in his bones, and if he can really make it happen, he will even be lucky enough to go down in the history books as an arms dealer who is just "playing a little bit"!
Of course, he didn't care much about his reputation, and the most important thing was the interests. He has a hunch that if he can connect with Jiang Chen's "power behind", the actual return he will get will even exceed the sum of his previous income!
"That's right. By the way, speaking of which you'd better take a leave of absence with your old friend Lawrence. I don't want to let Shen He join in." The tone on the other end of the phone was very relaxed.
"Definitely. I'll think of a way to do this. Hehe, I'm a little excited to think about it." The index finger kept rubbing the phone, and Roberts' eyes flickered with excitement.
"I don't care if I'm excited or not. I'll see the results. I'll say it first, there is no chance for rehearsal for this 'blockbuster', you have to think about it carefully." Jiang Chen said slowly.
"Trust me, as a well-known Hollywood producer, Mr. Roberts, you will be satisfied with my script."
"Well, I'll leave it to you." Jiang Chen said lightly, then hung up the phone.
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There were already people waiting at the gate of the airport.
Next to the Mercedes-Benz Extended Edition in jet black. A middle-aged white man with a pot belly kept looking at his watch, his fat suit was a little tight. Standing beside him was an Asian who looked like he was his bodyguard.
By the way, this small country with a population of only 20,000 has only 100 people in the entire team. Occasionally have to be a cameo police officer.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up and found Roberts and Johnny coming out of the airport.
"Oh, oh, Mr. Roberts, you've come! Haha, is this Johnny?" The white man immediately opened his arms, greeted Roberts with a smile, and looked at Ireland beside Roberts with fiery eyes. people.
"*, he's gay?" Johnny whispered to Roberts.
"Shut up. Idiot. Filming has started." Roberts tilted his head and scolded, then immediately put on a smiley face, and greeted the man.
"That's right. This is Johnny, the rich man in Los Angeles." He hugged him warmly like a friend he hadn't seen for many years, and Roberts backed away with a laugh, turning his eyes to Johnny, "This is the president of Panu. —Edward Panu, English. Probably half of your fellow countryman. He’s also Minister of Finance, and…”
This sentence is half a hometown. full of malice.
"And the marshal, my friend." Edward held Johnny's hand with a smile and shook it vigorously, without the slightest expression on his face that the British did not deal with the Irish.
The reason he makes this look is purely because, according to Roberts, this Irishman named Johnny is a billionaire from Los Angeles. It has been too long since no one came to invest in the Panu Islands, and it was hard to catch a rich man. Naturally, this local emperor spared no effort to please him.
As for Irish identity? who cares? He only cares about the dollar bills with Franklin on them.
After some small talk, the president invited the two to get into his luxury car and personally drove them to the villa, which Roberts had bought two days earlier in Johnny's name for $500,000.
"Damn. The president, the treasury secretary, the marshal... what else does he have?" Johnny counted with his fingers on the soft sofa.
"And the official, the Minister of Education? In short, he won't hold a job without oil and water. Don't worry about it so much, just honestly do what I've told you." Roberts took it out from the refrigerator. A bottle of whisky was placed on the table, and he poured himself a glass.
"Good stuff, and wine." Johnny reached out and picked it up excitedly, and poured himself a glass.
Roberts glanced at the drinker, took a slow sip, and then slowly said, "There will be a social dance tomorrow night, and it will be attended by some local celebrities, you follow me, you learn how to do what I do. Do it. The day after tomorrow is an investment investigation, and you will spend two million dollars to build a freight terminal on the main island. Remember to learn and see how I put money in and have a relationship with those officials.”
After a pause, Roberts continued.
"In addition, there will be a Chinese businessman who will contact you after a while. He is my old friend. Now he is in the food processing business. Give him some convenience. I believe I don't need to teach you more about what to do."
"Hiccup—. Okay, Roger. Speaking of which, where's the cameraman? Dude, we're making a movie, right?" Johnny hiccupped while holding the cup, and for a few minutes he didn't know how many cups he had filled. I'm down.
"Yeah, we're making a movie. It's the latest in production, and you're going to go down in history. Oh, and don't forget to build a statue of yourself in the city center, and my camera crew will have a close-up of it. ." Roberts suppressed a smile and took a sip of the whisky in his glass.
"Well, that means, I just need to spend the money?" Johnny smiled and poured himself another glass. "It's a good job. Speaking of which, what's our movie called?"
""The Rich in a Poor Country", don't forget your famous work. Not just spending money, you have to play yourself as a villain, such as playing the neighbor's wife, the girl in qj town, in short, those who you want in Los Angeles What you do but don't have the money to do... just act as you can. Do it well, and if you do well, I'll make a sequel for you soon." Roberts waved his hand hard, then leaned back. On the sofa, he stared playfully at those drunken eyes.
"Hiccup, sequel? Hey, what's the name."
However, as soon as the words fell, he dropped the wine glass and fell asleep.
"What's the name? It's called "The Fall of a Kingdom", idiot." Roberts mocked softly, then put down the wine glass in his hand.
Wine is such a thing, you can just taste it. (To be continued) () "I have a suite in the end of the world" only represents the views of the author, Morningstar LL. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing healthy and green reading. platform. 【】,thank you all!