Chapter 975 (1/2)
Los Angeles, International Airport.
”Paul, ha ha...” Pabo couldn't believe Paul in a white suit, Italian custom crocodile shoes, and a gold studded walking stick in his hand.
Look at the collar of his suit with a silk kerchief tucked in.
Oh... Buy... GA's...
this is really unbelievable. Is it really Paul the Viper coming to him now?
”Papo...” after a warm hug, Paul asked him about his recent situation: ”it seems that you have a good life, how is your business
”Yes, business is good, but it's all rubbish... Look at you.” Papo said with a laugh.
”Do you like it? I can give you a lot. ” Paul grabbed the corner of his coat, pulled it back and said.
”Still not.” They got on the bus and drove to the hotel.
”Go to 10th and 37th street first. I want to see the bad business.” Paul's smile was ironic, which made Papo uncomfortable.
Soon the car stopped in an old house area. The paint peeled off three floors of the old building. The ground was full of garbage and used umbrellas. There was still a lingering smell.
Three hundred and thirty-six figures are sprayed on the iron door, which is the only one that looks clean here.
”Rambo” next to Paul knocks on the door. It looks like a robot with no feelings. It's cold and heartless.
Papo was envious of the people he was following. He had seen them do it with his own eyes. To them, killing someone is no different from killing a fly.
The door of the house was opened from inside, and a meat hill which was big enough to block the whole door blocked the way in.
”It's me, Papo.” When the other party sees pabo behind him, he stands aside indifferently.
The room was a small studio with busy staff, naked women, and men with bold and strong Indian horn helmets.
”Hi, Papo...”
”how are you, Papo?”
”Boss, it's Jane Harlow now. Do you want a shot?”
The noise of the riot was everywhere, and almost everyone was greeting Papo, like a popular fan.
”How much can be filmed here every day?” Paul doesn't care what he does with his business. He only cares about how much he can earn.
”One, at least...” Papo was very proud of it.
He's got the best team in America, the best cast staff, and the movies here are always packed at midnight.
”Hey, JJ, you can't do that.” In the corner, a black man is arguing with the director.
”What's going on here?” Given Paul's presence, Papo personally wants to end the dispute, whatever the cause.
”Papo, he wants to raise money temporarily...” the director said, pointing to a black man named ”JJ.”.
”Who is he?” Papo didn't understand who this upstart looking guy was.
And what's on his hand, Rolex?
”JJ, there are my girls in this play. They are my good babies.” The Negro put on a slouchy manner, leaning on his stick like a firecracker used to poke a fireplace. He stepped forward to Papo, his eyes full of confidence.
It was as if it made him feel like a man, fearless.