The Pannu Islands are located in the South Pacific, close to the equator. The sunshine here is bright and it is a good place for vacation.
The tourism resources here are quite rich, including natural islands, volcanic lakes, and tropical rainforests. However, due to poor infrastructure, it has never been able to develop. On the entire main island, the most valuable thing is this respectable international airport, which was built with borrowed money.
At this moment, two strange-looking foreigners were walking side by side in the somewhat deserted airport hall.
"Luo Ji, can I really be popular? To be honest, I smoked marijuana when I was 13 years old, and I went to a juvenile detention center when I was 15 years old—"
"Haha, and then you got your butt blown by the black uncle inside? Who cares? The guy sitting in the White House now has done as many stupid things as you. Besides, let me tell you, if you dare to use your Irish accent again I'm Luo Ji, I'll twist your head off." Roberts stopped, turned around 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 nonchalantly, "I consulted 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 this Roberts was a ruthless character. In Los Angeles, even the boss of the Irish Gang had to give him three points. Although he seems to have washed his hands of it now, he is still not something that a small character in the slums like him can mess with.
When it comes to the Irish, three words immediately come to Roberts' mind: marijuana, alcohol, and pauper.
However, at this moment, he had to be patient and continue to coax this evil pen, because it was related to 20 million US dollars.
As for why he appeared here, we have to start with the phone call he had with Jiang Chen a few days ago.
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"Then you play a villain for me, and 20 million will be your salary, and I will pay you in gold."
After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "In a small country in the Pacific Ocean."
Roberts was stunned when he heard this. Then his expression changed.
"**, don't you want to—"
"That's right, if you guessed it, just hold it in. Anyway, write a script for me and choose a 'good actor'. I want to act in a blockbuster." The Oriental man's evil smile came from the other end of the phone.
He knew that laugh all too well, and it looked like someone was going to be in trouble.
"...You lunatic. Although I am a producer, I belong to the management type." Roberts couldn't help but smile bitterly, rubbed his temples, and continued after a moment. "Okay, God. Let me think about it, where are you going to shoot? How much is the investment?"
"100 million U.S. dollars, one year's GD in the Pannu Islands. The plot is roughly that a lavish billionaire from Los Angeles came to the Pannu Islands, wanted to invest in local industries, and then bribed officials to rip off the locals' heads. Shit, being domineering and so on. In short, that’s what the first plot is like. By the way. I recommend that this rich man be played by some bad poor boy. I need him to show the face of a nouveau riche."
"Ah ha - don't worry, the most important thing in Los Angeles is the Irish." Roberts curled his lips and said.
"I will deposit the $100 million directly into your account."
Hearing this, Roberts was stunned and said to the phone with a strange expression, "Call me directly? Aren't 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 from IS, you don't have to worry about me-"
"I understand. Stop talking." Roberts sneered and raised his left hand to touch his nose. "We are all old friends, so it's better not to talk too much."
"Yes, you are a smart man. You deserve some money. You will not be short of it. Haha, and speaking of it, it will definitely be good for you if this thing happens. Haven't you had enough of FI? I can give it You have 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.
December 30, 2014. The Gambia's presidential palace was attacked by an armed squad of more than a dozen people, and several armed elements attempted to stage a coup. This comical farce was planned by a Texas real estate businessman and a Minnesota ex-soldier. They gathered accomplices to buy guns and ammunition in stores and transported them to Gambia through illegal logistics.
Of course, they failed without any suspense. According to their original assumptions, the operation would not encounter much resistance. They believe that the soldiers guarding the presidential palace will not continue to work for the president after discovering that the situation is not good, and may also be supported by some defecting soldiers.
As a result, three of them were killed on the spot, and there was no expected "surrender" at all.
In this attempted coup, Texas real estate developer Engi was the main sponsor and was prosecuted by U.S. prosecutors for violating the Neutrality Act. The total investment was only US$220,000, and he just wanted to be president for once.
Now, it feels like Roberts is doing the same thing.
But this lunatic is even more terrifying. His investment for this is 100 million!
Spend 100 million to buy this country
Not only that, but also the money from mercenaries.
"Hell, let me ask you again, are you serious?" Roberts' fingers were trembling a little, and he could not hold the phone steady.
Not out of fear, but excitement.
He is an adventurer at heart. If he can really succeed, he, a "small-scale" arms dealer, may even be lucky enough to be recorded in history!
Of course, he doesn't care much about reputation, the most important thing is the benefits. He had a hunch that if he could get in touch with Jiang Chen's "power behind", the actual rewards he would receive would even exceed the total of his previous income!
"That's right. By the way, you'd better take a leave of absence from your old enemy Lawrence. I don't want the FI to get involved." The tone on the other end of the phone was very relaxed.
"Of course, I will find a way to do this. Hehe, I'm really a little excited when I think about it." Roberts kept rubbing the phone with his index finger, and excitement flashed in Roberts' eyes.
"I don't care whether I'm excited or not, I want to see the results. Let me say it first, there will be no rehearsal opportunities for this 'blockbuster', so you have to think carefully." Jiang Chen said slowly.
"Believe me, as a well-known producer in Hollywood, Mr. Roberts will definitely make you satisfied with my script."
"Well, I'll leave it to you." Jiang Chen said calmly. Then hung up the phone.
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There are people waiting at the airport gate.
Next to the jet black Mercedes Benz, a middle-aged white man with a big belly kept looking at his watch. The fat suit he wore was a little tight. Standing next to him was an Asian man. It looks like he should be his bodyguard.
By the way, this small country with a population of no more than 20,000 has a police force of only 100 people, and they occasionally have to serve as police officers.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. Found Roberts and Johnny coming out of the airport.
"Oh oh oh, Mr. Roberts, you're here! Haha, is this Johnny?" The white man immediately opened his arms and greeted Roberts with a smile. At the same time, he looked at Ireland next to Roberts with fiery eyes. people.
"**, is he a gay?" Johnny whispered to Roberts.
"Shut up, idiot. The filming has already started." Roberts tilted his head and cursed, then immediately put on a smile and walked towards the man.
"That's right. This is Johnny, the rich man from Los Angeles." Hugging him warmly like a friend he hadn't seen for many years, Roberts stepped away with a laugh and turned his attention to Johnny, "This is Pannu's president. —Edward Pannu, a British-American, should be considered half of your countrymen. He is also the Minister of Finance, and... "
This sentence from a fellow countryman is full of malice.
"And Marshal, my friend." Edward smiled and held Johnny's hand. He shook it vigorously, and there was no expression on his face that showed the British were not willing to deal with the Irish.
The reason for his expression was purely because, according to Roberts, the Irishman named Johnny was a billionaire from Los Angeles. It has been too long since anyone has invested in the Pannu Islands. After finally catching a rich man, the local emperor naturally spared no effort to please him.
As for being Irish? who cares? He only cares about the dollar bills with Franklin printed on them.
After some pleasantries, the president invited the two of them to sit in his luxury car and personally drove them to the villa that Roberts bought in Johnny's name two days ago and was worth half a million dollars.
"Hell. President, Minister of Finance, Marshal... What else does he not hold concurrently?" Sitting on the soft sofa, Johnny counted on his fingers.
"And the Chief of Staff, the Minister of Education? In short, he will not take a job that is not profitable. Don't worry so much, just do the things I tell you honestly." Roberts took out the refrigerator. He took out a bottle of whiskey, placed it on the table, and 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 drunkard who had finished his drink, took a sip slowly, and then said slowly, "There will be a social dance tomorrow night, and the attendees will be local celebrities. You follow me, and you will learn how to do what I do." Do it. The day after tomorrow is the investment inspection. You will spend two million US dollars to invest in building a cargo terminal on the main island. Remember to learn a little and see how I stuff money and manage relationships with those officials. "
After a pause, Roberts continued.
"In addition, a Chinese businessman will contact you in a while. He is an old friend of mine. He is now in the food processing business. Give him some convenience. I don't think I need to teach you more about what to do."
"Hiccup-. Okay, Roger. Speaking of which, where's the cameraman? Man, we're filming a movie, right?" Johnny held the cup and burped. After a few minutes, he had already downed how many cups he had. Feeling sick.
"Yes, we're making a movie. It's the latest in filmmaking, and you'll go down in history. And don't forget to build a statue of yourself downtown. My camera crew will do a close-up of it. ." Roberts suppressed a smile and took a sip of the whiskey in his glass.
"Hmm, that means I only need to spend money?" Johnny chuckled and poured himself another glass, "That's a good job. Speaking of which, what is the name of our movie?"
"In Poor Country, don't forget your famous work. It's not just about spending money, you have to play yourself as a villain enough, such as playing the neighbor's wife, the girl in QJ town, in short, those things you want to do in Los Angeles What you do but you don’t have money to do... just show your true colors. Do it well, and if you perform well, I will make a sequel for you soon." Roberts waved his hand fiercely, and then leaned back On the sofa, he stared at the drunken eyes playfully.
"Hiccup—sequel? Hehe, what's your name?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he dropped the wine glass and fell asleep.
"What's the name? It's called "Downfall of a Kingdom," idiot." Roberts mocked softly, then put down the wine glass in his hand.
Wine is something that can only be tasted briefly. (.)