After all, this girl has never been tortured by life. Perhaps it was because of Tia's protection of her that she was accustomed to living in her own small circle, and she was overwhelmed when faced with difficulties. In the face of Lana's sadness, Tia snorted disdainfully, then turned and walked into her room, and after a while, she walked out, and then threw a stack of scattered dollar bills in front of Lana with a "pop".

"It's okay to cry like a girl, but you're really a girl!" Tia snorted, "Take it, there's still three thousand dollars here, enough for you to frame your paintings, by the way, this is all my money, and it's best if your paintings can be sold for money, or I'll kill you!" ”

Although it is said viciously, Tia's concern for Lana is beyond words. Lana moved her hand a little embarrassed, as if she wanted to refuse, but when she saw Tia's eyes, she quickly picked up the money.

"I will pay you back, even if my paintings can't be sold for money, and I fail, I will work for the rest of my life to pay you back!" Lana said, flying out with her painting like a gust of wind, and then she heard the door "bang" and the sound of the old car outside.

"This girl just likes to look good." Tia said disdainfully to Zhen Fan, but asked with concern, "This...... Can her paintings really sell? The price does not have to be sought, a painting can be sold for more than 100,000 yuan. Maybe my Lana is Christopher? Wall. ”

"Christopher? Who is Wall? Zhen Fan was stunned and looked at Tia, "Is he famous?" ”

"Of course. One of the people that Lana often mentions seems to be a painter. A single piece of work can sell for millions of dollars, of course. We can take our time, and I'll be satisfied if one of Lana's paintings can sell for $100,000! Tia smiled, "In your eyes, is this possible?" ”

"I don't know, I haven't bought any works, I haven't been to any art exhibitions, I haven't been to any art exhibitions or anything, maybe I will, maybe not. Who knows! Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders, how much Lana's work can be sold for, he has no bottom at all. If he knew that there were many painters like Lana in the United States, a painting would sell for a few thousand dollars or even a few hundred dollars.

Selling a painter's paintings does require a talent for painting and marketing skills, and some people have talent, but their works can't be sold for a price. But some people are not very talented, but they are good at marketing, and sometimes their works will sell for a good price. But one way or another, talent and ability come first. Then marketing is very important.

To be honest, Lana is indeed talented, which even Zhen Fan, who doesn't know much, can feel. I guess Tia can feel it too, but high talent doesn't mean that you can become famous right away. There are people as gifted as Lana in the United States, and there are quite a few of them. But there are very few who have become famous, and this is the reality.

Since Zhen Fan decided to help this girl, the first step is to make her famous, I believe that leaving this to Melissa will not become a big problem, Melissa is best at doing such things, which can be seen from Zhen Fan's increasing income now.

If Zhen Fan was just an image of a nouveau riche in the eyes of those rich people in Los Angeles in the past, then now Zhen Fan can be said to be a standard upper-class person. For example, he has received a lot more invitations from some wealthy circles than before, and this is proof of this.

Lana went to decorate her paintings, and at this time, Plath and Enis, who had absconded from the United States to Mexico, did not leave Mexico immediately, and that night they pushed the thugs' car into a river, and then the two found a small hotel in the city.

"Why don't we leave now!" Enis was a little puzzled, staying in a small hotel and not going out all day made him a little bored, because Plath warned him that if he went out, he would probably be questioned by the police, because his Middle Eastern face is also worth being wary of in this country, and there are few Middle Easterners in Mexico.

"Unless, of course, you're not going to want to leave immediately unless you've been kicked in the head by a donkey!" Plath said to Enis, "Stay in the hotel honestly these days, don't go anywhere, I'll find the local snakes here, I know they have a way, give us a reasonable identity, and a passport!" ”

"Well, you're always justified!" Ennis couldn't say anything about Plath, but he knew that following Plath's command, especially in this escape from the United States, he had already learned the power of Plath. It's easy to turn what would have been difficult into something that would otherwise be easy, even though the experience is thrilling.

"Listen, stay here, I'll go out for a while!" Plath warns Enis and then goes out, and as soon as the door closes, Ennis can't help but throw the cigarette case in his hand towards the door, although he has to obey Plath's command, but it does not necessarily indicate that he likes him.

Plath wore a hat and wandered around the corners of this city in Mexico, and based on some of the intelligence he had at the FBI, he quickly found the local smuggler, Sebastin? Credon, a guy with a potted face and a meaty face, is a typical image of a Mexican gangster.

"I need a passport!" In a large office on the second floor of a local auto repair shop, this is Credon's lair, and Plath is able to find it without being noticed, which is also his specialty.

"I know you, you did an earth-shattering thing in the United States, the Los Angeles bombing, and now the police and the CIA all over the United States are looking for you, why should I take this risk?" Credon is clearly not a gangster, and he knows everything about Plath in the United States.

"I only need a passport, you make a price." Plath frowned at Credon and said, "Don't you think you're going too far?" I'm here to buy a passport, and if you make an offer, I'll accept it, and then we'll make a deal. He said this with a bit of impatience, which made several big men standing behind Plath take two steps closer to him.

Credon smiled and waved his hand again, telling the thugs to step back, but he slowly stood up, walked to Plath's side and said, "Do you know what your bounty in the United States is?" Three million dollars, plus there is another one, which is also worth a million dollars, and you think you can offer four million dollars to buy a passport? ”

Seeing Credon circling around him, Plath smiled slightly, and said motionlessly: "You think I'm worth three million dollars, then hand me over to the U.S. government, it's very easy to do, if you don't want to do this, then make an offer!" ”

"Haha, you're really guts!" Credon clapped softly and laughed, "As an important agent of the former FBI, I like people like you very much." And have a deep admiration for what you're doing in the United States. Three million dollars...... Haha, don't say three million dollars, even if it's three million dollars, I won't hand you over to them. ”

"So...... Make an offer, we don't need to talk nonsense, I want to get out of here! Plath stared at Credon, he was sure that Credon would not sell himself for three million dollars, because they and the FBI in the United States are mortal enemies, the kind that never die, they will only applaud this kind of behavior, if three million dollars can find someone in the bustling metropolis of the United States to blow up and kill some Americans, they are even very happy to do it.

"No, no, man, no money, this time...... I'll give it to you for free! Credon smiled, patted Plath's shoulder, then snapped his fingers, and a person came in, looking quite thin, "Help him make a passport, but I'd better use another face, don't you FBI have a special makeup technique?" We will too, and I promise you'll be a different person! ”

"Can I bring my partner along? He's also someone who needs to change! Plath looked at Credon, and he was really not afraid that he would betray himself, because it would do nothing good!

"Of course, bring him!" Credon nodded.

Plath walked out of this car repair shop, his expression was a little dazed, his appearance was now a little different, he touched his face, he couldn't see any flaws, very perfect laser makeup technology. In two days, he will get a new passport and will be able to leave here in the open. Now I've got to get Ennis to come over too.

Just walking, his heart became a little uneasy, which was a very strange feeling, because this uneasy feeling had been entangled with him for a long time, when he was in that border town in the United States. He decided to wait and see, get his passport ready, and then wait a few more days.

What he didn't know was that no matter where he and Ennis went, he would be caught by Zhen Fan in the United States, because in Enis's body, Zhen Fan had already planted a spell, no matter where he was or how he changed, he couldn't escape Zhen Fan's palm. This is also the reason why Zhen Fan didn't care about their escape at all.

As Plath walked, the image of the kitchen in the villa that night came to his mind again. The young man could have shot before himself, and there was no problem with his gun, and there was no possibility of jamming, because he knew it when he finally turned around and picked up the young man's gun and shot at the corpse. There was no need for the young man to have compassion for himself and sacrifice his life.

Is it your own shit luck? Obviously, he didn't believe in this, he only believed that good preparation was the source of luck, so he didn't want to move on to the next step if he didn't solve this question. He always felt like he had a pair of eyes staring at him, and his heart could not be calmed down. (To be continued......) R1292