Chapter 661： Producer (1/2)
Chen Qingyu comes from the Hei Shenhai Coastal Defense Line. Technically speaking, he is a standard black ***. This might be the main combat unit of the young generation. No one can hold him up. His crotch is cool and tight. The reason, apart from the opening of the line, probably all relied on fatal brain supplements—just letting him passively make up a nest of big spiders if he had nothing to do with Hu Yale.
As for the thirty-something shining gangsters who are not bad for money, he will definitely offer a variety of conditions that he can't refuse. While gambling with others, he sharpened his head and wanted to have a happy mind-blowing cat with Chen Qingyu. transaction.
Of course, the amount of money for all of this has been fixed, all relying on additional conditions to hold on hard-Sikong is very upset after seeing this-he hates more dirty transactions that can't be solved with dirty money .
Si Kong, who had just come from the bottom of the mountain, walked into the house after a round, and everyone shook his head for a long time.
If this lord intervened, they would not even have the courage to resist... er... to be precise, they would not dare to have it.
What's more, the little brother behind Sikong is the harmless Master Ziyu-who can guarantee that Master Ziyu will whim and tell his grandfather that he wants to drink a pot of old dragon tiger soup?
Of these two, one is the God of Wealth and the family keeps the only God of War Buddha. So where are you going to start?
After the two entered the room, there was a slight sound of relief,
”Mom... it's scary...”
”Fuck, I thought it was coming again in vain.”
”Hurry up, as soon as the conditions are opened, we will finish the work quickly. The two of them will change their minds if they are not sure, and then we will not be able to get anything.”
As soon as Sikong entered the room, he sniffed and said,
”I seem to smell a sulphur... Fuck, are you here, Master Warlock?”
Warlock, ”囧.”
Zhao Ziyu didn't have any unexpected expressions.
”Hey, Master Warlock, can you lend me your little stone man to play for a while?”
The warlock hesitated for a long time, the gray energy lines formed an arrow,
”It should be playing the'I run you catch' game with Si Gouzi, just outside.”
”okay!!”
Lin Chou smiled and said to Sikong,
”Why did you come back so soon?”
Si Kong pouted his lips,
”I'll just let you know, whoever loves to stay there, a group of people are almost ten centuries old, and my father will take care of the rest—”
Lin Chou expressed his envy. Now in this world, apart from washing the dishes, serving tea and pouring water, everything else in this world has to be done by the wise boss.
Sikong glanced at the Tyrannosaurus cold lying on the table and whispered quietly.
”This...what's wrong?”
”Too tired, fell asleep...Anyway, the evolutionary's physical fitness is better, and there is no difference between standing and lying down to sleep, so she didn't bother her...”
Sikong did not have the courage of Zhao Ziyu to provoke the cold tyrannosaurus without hesitation. When he heard that Leng Han was sleeping, he immediately hid as far as several tables.
”I heard that this lord has to put more than 300 kilograms of controlled knives under the pillow when he sleeps. I'd better stay away and keep safe...”
Lin Chou squeezed his chin and looked at Leng Han, then smiled.
”Actually, she is pretty good.”
Sikong's expression is like this-(a_a)? !
Lin Chou coughed and suddenly remembered a question.
”I said Mr. Sikong, your father is the head of the base city, and the military arrangements around you are so rudimentary, can you even deal with a'wanderer'? The'wanderer' still talked about this yesterday. Well, one'Wandering Demon' can handle several'Wandering Demon', and his group of dogs doesn't take it with him.”
”Uh... the unit you use to talk is a bit messy. Can't you call the thing that attacked me an ogre? I always think it's weird when talking about wanderers.”
In Lin Chou's mind, he inherited several scripts.
”I think it's very harmonious-when it comes to'wandering demon', think of that'wandering demon' and I always feel that it can raise the level of force. It's very vivid.”
”...rub”
From the beginning to the end, the meaning of this goods is to despise my bodyguard's insufficient strength, right? !
Sikong coughed twice,
”There are quotas in the system, and my father is not easy to do too exaggerated. After all, not everyone is like Ziyu's family, uh... you know.”
Lin Chou now feels a headache when he thinks about the shameless people in Zhao Ziyu's family, and quickly waved.
”Fuck, you're talking well, don't go down!”
How many days did Zhao Ershu scold him in Yanhuishan last time-Mingguang Daily reported it eight times!
Lin Chou remembered this still fresh, because the business thieves managed well during the few days when Zhao Ershu scolded the street.
Lin Chou complained,
”The old ashtray family is not serious from top to bottom! If it weren't for...I would have brought Niu Lanqi's head back and hung it on the eaves as a decoration.”
Sikong looked at Lin Chou up and down,
”I said, buddy, you have ham and bacon on the eaves, as well as all kinds of exotic animal bones, sticks, skulls, and scalp tubes. Are you planning to put a head together? You don't feel panic?”
”There are grudges and revenge, there are grievances, who is a good bully, think of it, I always feel unhappy-but you are right, and if you don't know, you still think that the boss is a cannibal. Not so good, not so good.”
Sikong said,
”By the way, it doesn't seem to be surprising even to eat people...”
”...”
Then, Sikong smiled and said,
”I looked at the group of guys outside and almost understood the result, don't forget to notify me when the time comes~”
Lin Chou rolled his eyes,
”Wipe...you really... forget it, it must be next month, this month is over early.”
”It's okay, I'm not in a hurry.”
This one, don't you want to face it? !
Sikong clearly understood Lin Chou's unspoken language, and Pia threw a card.
A sigh was squeezed from the posterior molar, ”Heh! Poverty~”
Lin Chou quickly took it,
”Heh! Yes, yes, yes, it is poverty that limits my ability to organize language and logical thinking.”
Sikong waved his hand.
”What's the mess, ask you something, did that pot of cactus look for you recently?”
”Eh?”
Sagong rubbed his head,
”Sure enough, I'm looking for you. I'm talking about making movies, right?”
Lin Chou nodded,
”This guy said he wants me to be a videographer. I'll wipe it. Do you think I'm idle?”
Sikong nodded.
”...”
”If I say, I'm an investor and producer of this film, what do you think?”
”...”
Damn it, Sikong is a producer!
As long as this kid is okay, he is entangled with Shen Feng's enthusiasm to learn what Yi Jin Jing Jiang Long Eighteen Palms, this film may have to be made into the apocalyptic version of Shushan, right?
Sikong had already seen what Lin Chou's subtle expression meant, so he quickly added a sentence.
”No... use... Think about it, I'm definitely not going to make this movie a martial arts movie... It's mainly the producer and Shen Daru.”
Does he really want to shoot like this?
”Take it as my last wish.”
Sikong sighed.
”Quan Mingguang knows that my life won't last, so I can't leave any regrets in my short life, right?”
Lin Sorrow's first reaction,
”Have you not eaten half crocodile dragon meat for a long time?”
Sikong almost choked to death.
”I rub, what I mean. Besides, half crocodile dragon meat is effective, but it is also a temporary solution, not a permanent cure. In case I don't have a quack one day, you say...”
Lin Chou pinched his chin,
”Fuck it, don't, then how much money I have to make less...”
”go away!!!”
Sikong calmed down for several minutes.
”Anyway, I'm the producer. Although the surname Pen is like you, it's not easy to see money, but sometimes it's reliable. I think this idea is good and it's quite meaningful.”