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Hotel lobby.

"I'm sorry, sir. Your key was picked up by our lobby waiter. If you are a guest in room 609, please show your passport. ”

The slender French girl at the front desk smiled professionally.

Wu Xiaozu touched his nose and looked at the French front desk lady uncertainly: "Are you sure I dropped the key?609???"

"That's right, sir. Because I was right behind you when you dropped the key. ”

At this time, a handsome white waiter came over and smiled politely at Wu Xiaozu, "Although I don't want to tell you, I still have to say."

The glamorous Soviet woman you looked at in the hall should have been ...... This friend of yours has captured the heart.

So, with all due respect, even if I hadn't picked up the keys, you wouldn't have gotten what you wanted tonight. ”

After the waiter finished speaking, he pointed behind Wu Xiaozu.

"Haha, Azu-"

Wu Xiaozu turned his head and saw Jiang Ershao in high spirits, his legs were weak, hugging the waist of a big Yanma half a head taller than him, and he walked over triumphantly, with endless spring swagger and provocation in his eyes.

Looking at Jiang Zhiqiang, who looked hollowed out of his body and kidney deficiency, Wu Xiaozu secretly scolded in his heart: Hold the grass!

At first, he thought that Monica Bellucci had picked up his key, a Bichi who was eating, drinking, and sleeping.

Later, through Monica Bellucci's dialogue and reactions. He felt that the other party was a Bichi who could exchange his body for the future in order to achieve his goal.

But obviously, this Bichi was very unlucky to go to the wrong room, mistakenly regarded himself as a "trading partner", and prostituted himself for free once!

Right now...... Seemingly!

Wu Xiaozu stared at the key to the house that Jiang Zhiqiang handed over to him, and 609 pierced his eyes! This is no longer a problem for the overlord prostitute.

What's so ...... Could it be that he has the blood of the European Emperor???

Immediately afterwards, the key in his hand reminded him that he had lost the key...... There are no women who take the bait! This is clearly non-sheikh.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaozu regretted that he didn't pay Monica Bellucci the only Hong Kong dollars in his wallet as prostitution!

In that case, this world-class stunner can at least earn a few thousand Hong Kong dollars.

……

"Excuse me, may I ask if there is a ...... named the black hair?"

Suddenly, a bald man in a suit walked up to the front desk and asked.

The front desk sister didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, raised her head and looked at Wu Xiaozu's hair.

The bald man in the suit also saw Wu Xiaozu's dangling black hair.

"!@#¥¥%......**?" The bald man in the suit smiled and spat out a string of French.

"Poof-" Jiang Ershao squirted out a sip of coffee.

Wu Xiaozu looked at Jiang Zhiqiang quietly.

He ...... Ask you...... Are you asking him out?" Jiang Ershao smiled strangely.

“…………”

Wu Xiaozu's eyes stared coldly at Jiang Zhiqiang, who was holding back his smile. Jiang Zhiqiang shrugged at the bald man, and skillfully told the other party in French that he had found the wrong person. Jiang Ershao travels to Europe all year round, and his language skills are max!

"Oh...... Sorry sir, I think we can communicate in English. My name is Bob Petit, and I'm a director of the Birch Filip Bach publishing house. I made an appointment to talk about things here. ”

The bald man hurriedly changed into broken English, "You guys are ...... Japanese?"

"Chinese. ”

Wu Xiaozu squinted his eyes and replied, "From Hong Kong Island, China." ”

"Oh, Hong Kong Island! ”

Petit spread his hands, as if he was afraid that Wu Xiaozu would think he was entertaining, and he explained with a smile: "I have been to Hong Kong Island several times this year, do you know that the Chinese version of elle magazine on Hong Kong Island is the founding of our publishing house." (In 1987, Filip Brooke founded the Chinese version of elle on Hong Kong Island.) ）。 ”

The bald man glanced at Wu Xiaozu with a smile, and said without leaving a trace: "Then, are you sure it wasn't you who asked me to ......?"

Wu Xiaozu kept smiling, did not answer at the first time, and naturally did not deny it at the first time.

"Chinese version of "ELLE"?" Jiang Zhiqiang looked at Wu Xiaozu suspiciously, and said in a low voice in Cantonese: "What's the situation......?"

"This Soviet girl has good skills?" Wu Xiaozu didn't answer the rhetorical question, and glanced at the tall Mao Mei a few times.

"Super sharp!" Jiang Zhiqiang pointed to his trembling legs: "Oh, you should understand that a veteran of flowers like me can't help but risk being sucked dry by her to do it, you know other people's skills!"

"Then help me get this Soviet woman and let her show off her skills. Don't be stingy with the price!"

Wu Xiaozu said a word to Jiang Zhiqiang, turned his head, and smiled: "Mr. Petit, I don't think you mind knowing one more friend, right?"

"Oh?" said the Frenchman Petit curious.

Next to him, Jiang Zhiqiang, who looked confused, negotiated the price with Mao Mei in half-baked Russian.

Hear that you can enjoy it once and have money to take. At this point in time in 1987, Mao Mei agreed without thinking about it.

There is such a good thing! In China, I can't even think of it!

After negotiating the price, Wu Xiaozu pushed the Soviet Yanma to Petit under Jiang Ershao's reluctant gaze. At the same time, he stuffed the key of his 609 into the other party's hand.

"Mr. Petit, take your time. I'm sure you'll love it – this new friend. ”

Bob Pettit glanced at Mao Mei, then at the key handed over by Wu Xiaozu, and winked at Wu Xiaozu knowingly: "Oh, I understand." You are the cunning of the Orientals! It seems that you are the one who asked me out.

I know you Chinese, and you like to use this cloudy and foggy way to test things.

Honestly, though, I love your cunning!"

Petit smiled at Wu Xiaozu knowingly, and then unceremoniously hugged the tall, cold, and eager Mao Mei.

Wu Xiaozu showed a smile of "seen through by you" on his face, shrugged his shoulders towards the Frenchman, and was noncommittal.

The two men crossed the country and looked at each other, all without saying a word!

…

Watching the bald Frenchman leave with his big Yanma in his arms, Jiang Zhiqiang impatiently grabbed Wu Xiaozu's collar and asked in a low voice: "Azu, how much do you do? The woman I just hooked up with, you can help me......

Okay, don't look at me like that, I'll admit I don't have the strength to enjoy it, but! you don't have to be in such a hurry to deal with it for me, right?

"The Chinese version of "elle" Hong Kong Island, do you think we have access to such resources, is it attractive to those actresses?" Wu Xiaozu responded flatly.

Monica Bellucci?

I'm sorry, but after lifting his pants, Wu Xiaozu didn't admit it.

Moreover.

Using a female man of a fighting nation to cater to this Frenchman can be regarded as helping Monica Bellucci avoid secondary injury, isn't it? Let Monica Bellucci not have to experience "physical and mental injury"! With her current physical strength, she is unbearable!

At the very least, this can be regarded as doing a good deed without leaving a name, right?

In the previous life, Wu Xiaozu came into contact with countless peripheral and female models, so he naturally knew the value of resources like "ELLE".

Wu Xiaozu is thinking about the benefits of getting to know this Petit for himself.

Even if it is not profitable, at most it is just a little prostitution, and there is nothing to lose!

Oh yes!

glanced at Jiang Zhiqiang!

He paid for the prostitution, and he had nothing to lose!

……

The door of room 606 opened, and Monica was ridden by a donkey, with two beautiful legs, and continued to maintain the cold and glamorous look of facial paralysis that had been the same for decades, and walked to the elevator.

Bite!

"Woo woo woo ......"

A balding man hugged a tall hairy girl and kissed her passionately while stumbling out of the elevator and almost hitting Monica Bellucci.

Monica frowned and couldn't help but mumble an Italian swear word into the ambiguous elevator.

Looking at herself reflected in the elevator, Monica Bellucci's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity. Then it was replaced by a cold look.

When she stepped out of the elevator, she turned into a radiant and glamorous and noble girl. Unfortunately, she couldn't get out of the graceful catwalk.

A corner of the lobby.

"Movie classification will definitely make many people unable to adapt, and I think there will be a big market for 111-level films!

This big cake is a virgin land, and no one has touched it. All started from the same height, and we were even better prepared than many people!

I think that the 111-level movie will touch the pattern and interests of the entertainment industry in a short period of time. ”

Wu Xiaozu took a sip of coffee, looked at Jiang Zhiqiang, who nodded, and continued: "Originally, I was worried that no female star would be willing to act.

But what do you think would happen if we were able to provide each other with extremely powerful resources at this time?

Magazines like "ELLE" have a very high style for many actresses. We have the resources to support it.

In addition, we have shot a batch of high-quality 111-level movies, which may not be able to attract actresses......

Stripping is a common behavior in the West. Female stars only need to dedicate themselves to art...... By the way, I forgot to tell you that I just signed the Wanwan Film Manifesto. ”

Wu Xiaozu simply explained the "Wanwan Film Declaration" to the other party, and then said: "In this way, we can leave a fig leaf for female stars to fool the people." Because our films are art!

At the same time, we can also increase the salary of actresses!

In addition, we can also provide them with powerful fashion resources to whitewash their ......"

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Wu Xiaozu looked at Jiang Zhiqiang, who was staring at him, and paused.

Jiang Zhiqiang swallowed his saliva, shook his head, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Azu, you are really a little scary. This calculation of yours is estimated to be able to tear off the last piece of clothing of the female star......"

"The profit of simple and crude 111-level movies is not high, and the commercial films wrapped in artistry are really excellent 111-level movies. How much you show is not the most important ......" Wu Xiaozu picked up his coffee, and he caught a glimpse of a familiar bewitching figure.

Monica Bellucci, a giant horse, staggered through the hall.

Jiang Zhiqiang followed his gaze and looked over.

That's right, Monica Bellucci gave Wu Xiaozu a lot of inspiration. wants to make female celebrities strip, "Peach" and "Jade Girl Sutra" are not qualified. The force must be high! The trumpet must be shouted!

Just look at the so-called goddesses of Europe and North America. Whoever hasn't dedicated a carcass on the screen must be a fake goddess!

The filming of "The Jade Girl" may be criticized as vulgar, but filming movies like "Roman New Year" and "Don't Look Back" must be art.

Wu Xiaozu has never felt so close to an artist.

The main thing, the audience loves this art, doesn't it?

The market determines the supply!