The Panu Islands, located in the South Pacific Ocean, near the equator. It's sunny and a great place for a vacation.

The tourism resources here are quite abundant, with natural islands and reefs, volcanic lakes, and tropical rainforests. However, due to the poor infrastructure, it has not been able to develop. On the entire main island, the most valuable is this reasonably acceptable international airport, which was built with borrowed money.

At this moment, in this somewhat deserted airport hall, two strange-looking foreigners are walking side by side.

"Rogie, can I really be hot? To be honest, I used to smoke hemp when I was 13 years old, and I was in a juvenile detention center when I was 15 years old—"

"Hehe, and then was blown up by the black uncle inside? Who cares? The guy sitting in the White House right now has done no less stupid things than you did. Besides, I tell you, if you dare to call me Rogie in your Irish accent again, I'll screw your head off. Roberts stopped, turned his head and pointed at the orange-haired white man 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 famephobia—"

"Shut up, Irish." Roberts scolded.

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 now, it is still not something that a small character like him in the slums can provoke.

At the mention of the Irish, three words immediately come to Roberts' mind: big, hemp, drunk, and poor.

However, at this moment, he had to be patient and continue to coax this pen, because it was related to 20 million US dollars.

As for why he appeared here, it has to start with the phone call between him and Jiang Chen a few days ago-

"Then you help me play a villain, 20 million is your salary, and I will pay in gold."

After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "In a small country in the Pacific Ocean. ”

Roberts was stunned at first. Then his face changed.

"**, do you want to-"

"That's right, hold it if you guessed. Anyway, help me write a script and then pick a 'good actor'. I'm going to play a blockbuster. The Oriental man laughed wickedly on the other end of the line.

He was so familiar with the laughter that it looked like someone was going to be out of luck.

"You madman. I'm a producer, but I'm the kind of manager. Roberts smiled wryly, rubbed his temples, and continued after a moment. Well, God. Think about it, where are you going to shoot it? How much to invest? ”

"$100 million, a year's GDP of the Panu Islands. The plot is probably that a big-spending billionaire from Los Angeles comes to the Panu Islands and wants to invest in local industries, and then bribe officials, on the heads of locals, and so on. In short, that's how the first plot is. That's right. I recommend this rich man to be played by some bad poor boy, and I need him to play the nouveau riche face. ”

"Aha, don't worry, the last thing in Los Angeles is Irish." Roberts pouted.

"$100 million, I'll pay it directly to your account."

Hearing this, Roberts was stunned, and said into the phone with a strange expression, "Call me directly?" Aren't you afraid that I'll run away? ”

"I'm sure you won't. The spirit of contract, isn't it? What's more, since I can get you out of IS, you still have to worry about me-"

"I see. Stop it. Roberts smiled and raised his left hand to touch his nose, "We're all old friends, let's not talk to death." ”

"That's right, you're a smart man. Some money is up for you. There will be no less of you. Hehe, and speaking of which, it's definitely good for you that this time it happened, aren't you fed up with the FBI? I can give you a way out. ”

Hearing this, Roberts' Adam's apple moved slightly.

He suddenly remembered some time ago, an "entertainment news" that was placed on the international page.

December 30, 2014. The presidential palace of the Gambia was attacked by an armed detachment of more than a dozen people, and several militants attempted a coup d'état. The farce was orchestrated by a Texas real estate businessman and a former Minnesota military man who gathered their accomplices, bought guns and ammunition in stores, and shipped them to The Gambia through illegal logistics.

Of course, they failed without any suspense. As they had originally envisaged, there would be no much resistance to the operation. They believe that the soldiers guarding the presidential palace should not continue to work for the president after discovering that the situation is not good, and perhaps have the support of some defectors.

As a result, they were killed three on the spot, and there was no expected "surrender" at all.

In the attempted coup, Texas real estate developer Enge was the main funder and was prosecuted by U.S. prosecutors for violating the Neutrality Act. With a total contribution of only $220,000, he only wanted to be president once.

And now, Roberts feels as if he's doing the same thing.

It's just that this madman is even more terrifying, and his contribution for this is 100 million!

Spend 100 million to buy this country?

Not only that, but also the money for mercenaries.

"Hell, I'll ask you again, are you serious?" Roberts's fingers trembled, and the phone was a little unstable.

Not because of fear, but because of excitement.

He is an adventurer at heart, and if he can really do it, he, an arms dealer who is just a "small fight", can even have the honor to go down in history!

Of course, he doesn't really care about his reputation, the most important thing is the interests in it. He had a hunch that if he could get in touch with Jiang Chen's "forces behind", the actual return he would get would even exceed the sum of his previous income!

"That's right. By the way, you'd better take a 'leave of absence' with your old nemesis, Lawrence. I don't want the FBI involved. The tone on the other end of the line was relaxed.

"Inevitably, I'll figure out a way to do this. Hehe, it's a little exciting to think about. The index finger kept rubbing against the phone, and Roberts' eyes twitched with excitement.

"I don't care if I'm excited or not, I want to see the result. Let me start by saying that there is no rehearsal for this 'blockbuster', you have to think about it. Jiang Chen said slowly.

"Trust me, as a well-known producer in Hollywood, Mr. Roberts, will definitely make you happy with my script."

"Well, I'll leave it to you." Jiang Chen said lightly. And then hung up the phone.

There were already people waiting at the gate of the airport.

Next to the jet-black Mercedes-Benz Stretch, a middle-aged white man with a big belly kept looking at his watch, the fat suit was a little tight by him, and standing next to him was an Asian. Looks like it's supposed to be his bodyguard.

By the way, in this small country with a population of only 20,000, the whole ** team is only 100 people, and occasionally has to make cameo appearances as policemen.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. Roberts and Johnny were spotted coming out of the airport.

"Oh-oh, Mr. Roberts, you're here! Haha, this is Johnny? The white man immediately opened his arms and greeted Roberts with a smile, and at the same time looked at the Irishman beside Roberts with a fiery gaze.

"**, he's a?" Johnny whispered to Roberts.

"Shut up, idiot. Filming has already begun. Roberts tilted his head and cursed, then immediately put on a smiling face and greeted the man.

"That's right. This is Johnny, a rich man in Los Angeles. Embracing him like a friend he hadn't seen in years, Roberts laughed and turned his gaze to Johnny, "This is the president of Panu -- Edward. Panu, of British descent, should be half of your countryman. He is also Minister of Finance, as well as "

This sentence is half a fellow, full of malice.

"And the marshal, my friend." Edward smiled and shook Johnny's hand. He shook vigorously, and there was no expression on his face that the British were not dealing with the Irish.

The reason why he had this expression was purely because, according to Roberts, the Irishman named Johnny was a billionaire from Los Angeles. It's been too long since no one has come to invest in the Panoo Islands. finally caught a rich man, and this soil emperor naturally spared no effort to curry favor.

As for the identity of the Irish? Who cares? All he cared about was the Franklin bills.

After some pleasantries, the president invited the two men into his luxury car and personally escorted them to the villa, which Roberts had bought two days earlier in Johnny's name for half a million dollars.

"Hell. President, Minister of Finance. What else is there for the marshal that he has not concurrently served? Sitting on the soft couch, Johnny counted on his fingers.

"And the ** official, the Minister of Education? In short, he will not take the position without oil and water. You don't care so much, just do what I told you to do it honestly. Roberts took a bottle of whiskey from the fridge, set it on the table, and poured himself a glass.

"Good stuff, and wine." Johnny excitedly reached out and picked it up, pouring himself a glass.

Roberts glanced at the drunkard who had drunk it all, took a slow sip, and then said slowly, "There's a social dance tomorrow night, and it's all local celebrities, you follow me, and you learn how to do what I do." The day after tomorrow is an investment tour, where you will spend $2 million to build a cargo terminal on the main island. Remember to learn a little bit and see how I stuffed money and had some relationships with those officials. ”

After a pause, Roberts continued.

"In addition, you will be contacted by a Chinese businessman in a while, who is an old friend of mine. Now that you are in the food processing business, give him some convenience, I believe that I don't need to teach you more about what to do. ”

"Hiccup. Okay, Rogie. Speaking of which, where is the photographer? Man, we're making a movie, right? Johnny hiccuped as he held the cup, and for a few minutes, he didn't know how many cups had been poured into his stomach.

"That's right, we're making a movie. It's the latest production technique and you'll go down in history. Oh, and don't forget to build a statue of yourself in the center of the city, and my photography team will give it a close-up. Roberts forced a smile and took a sip of the whiskey in his glass.

"Uh-huh, that is, I just have to spend 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. It's not just about spending money, you have to play yourself as a villain enough, like playing the neighbor's wife, the girl in QJ Town, in short, you just have to play the things you want to do in Los Angeles but don't have the money to do. Do a good job, if you act well, I'll make a sequel for you soon. Roberts waved his hand hard, then leaned back on the couch, staring playfully into the drunken eyes.

"Hiccup, sequel? Hey, what's your name. ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he dropped his glass and fell asleep.

"What's the name? It's called "The Fall of a Kingdom", idiot. Roberts scoffed softly, then put down his glass.

Wine is a good thing, just taste it. (To be continued.) )