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Although Li Yaoyang is not ready to portray Eric as a real 'ghost', he can't be a creamy little boy with oily noodles, right?

Why do vampires always catch women's eyes?

Because white! There is also the smell of isolation.

Pete's makeup is a little too white, and it's almost catching up with the clown.

The makeup artist at the Hudson Theatre is also an old man, with average ability and limited level, which is not a modest remark, it is really not good.

But there is no replacement for him at the moment, so Li Yaoyang has to bother with more guidance.

Finally, after several rounds of adjustments, a 'ghost' Eric was presented that satisfied both Li Yaoyang and Sarah.

The eye sockets are shadowed, and the past is deep and hollow in the light, and the face is eerily pale.

It's not a deliberately added white, it's a dull white that doesn't see sunlight all year round.

He was ugly, and he looked like he had a thick plastic film wrapped around the skull, and anyone who saw it would have a drum in their hearts.

Li Yaoyang nodded and announced on the spot:

"That's it, Pete plays Eric, this is the script, go back and study it well, and start rehearsing in three days~"

"Thank you~ Thank you, director, thank you, Mrs. Hudson~"

Pete got a role? Or one of the main actors?

As soon as this news came out, the old actors who had just made trouble in a group became suspicious.

These two won't have a PY deal, right?

Not to mention, they really guessed right, for the sake of profit and performance opportunities, Pete decisively abandoned them.

Friendship? How much is it worth?

The interview continued, and the three leading actors only decided on Eric, and Christine and Raulchani were still unsettled.

Time was a little tight, and Li Yaoyang had to speed up the selection.

In comparison, these two roles were much easier to choose, and the winner was quickly decided.

Abby Durlent, a girl of great classical beauty, Sarah said at first sight:

"This girl has the temperament of a medieval princess."

The most amazing thing is the singing voice, the fluttering weak mix, with its own reverberation, like a natural sound.

The two immediately made a decision and signed each other directly to lock in this potential actress.

After that, Li Yaoyang signed a handsome white guy named Justin Whitner, who has an obvious 'acceptance' on him, the favorite of girls.

After the three main actors are decided, the other supporting roles are much easier.

Once all the actors have been finalized and the official contract has been signed, they are sent back to their respective homes, and three days later the theater begins formal rehearsals.

But before that, Li Yaoyang has one more thing to do.

The bastard who provoked Ron to steal his own drink found out that he was a thug from Little Italy.

This guy has no fixed base, and has been selling alcohol along the East River in the Lower East Side, barely his territory.

The small life was originally very nourishing, but he didn't expect a Dongxing tavern to suddenly pop up and rob him of most of his business.

And then there's the next thing.

As for why he came forward through Ron, instead of himself, this question may only be answered by asking him in person.

By the way, the girl named Juliet is not as pure as Ron imagined, and she sells meat for a living, and she is also the concubine of this gangster.

After figuring out what happened, Li Yaoyang decided to do it.

Just use the head of this bastard to warn those who are eyeing those who are eyeing the tiger, the banks of the East River are the territory of Dongxing, don't suffer Lao Tzu, be careful of bloodstaining the East River!

That night, Li Yaoyang took the three Mei brothers and Fat Dun'er into Little Italy.

The back alley of the Morrow Hotel is dark and damp, with mountains of garbage, and several stray dogs are biting each other over a bone.

This is the truest portrayal of life, the lights ahead? It's just a disguise for dirtiness.

The street lamps don't bother to shine where they hit, and a dead man is the same as a dead dog, no different.

Li Yaoyang and the others were dressed in a uniform suit and windbreaker, wearing bowler hats, and looked like gentlemen.

But how can a real gentleman be here?

The sound of pulling the bolt frightened the stray dogs, and several green eyes flickered in the night, and they looked at them blankly, and fled with a whimper.

The cold metal sound, let alone the dog, people are hairy when they hear it.

Fat Dun'er had a cigarette in his mouth, and the gray-white smoke was particularly obvious in the dark night.

He squinted his eyes, held a hand axe in his right hand that he didn't know where to go, and swung it in the air a few times, and the sound of the wind breaking was terrifying.

The semi-circular blade was reflected by the moonlight, and the silver light flowed, revealing a cold air.

"Where did you get this?"

"Senior brother made it for me, I prefer to use this to a gun..."

He made a few chopping movements, licked the corners of his mouth, and the appearance of a broken horse flying made Li Yaoyang cover his face and not want to know him.

Xiao Wu sneered:

"Fat brother, I suggest that you try to split horizontally, don't use vertical split~"

He is a man who plays with weapons, swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and axes are also within his reach.

"Why?" Fat Dun'er was puzzled, he felt that the vertical split was easier to exert force, and the action was more chic.

Li Yaoyang: Meow meow? Dashing? That's also a good look at the face, right?

"If you split like this, when you encounter a hard skull, it's easy to get caught in it."

"Uh~It seems to make some sense~"

"So pay attention to the angle, cross chop or cut, the power is just as amazing, and it won't get stuck."

Fat Dun'er was able to listen to the words, tried a few new moves, and mastered it perfectly.

Li Yaoyang flicked off the cigarette butt:

"Okay, it's time to do something, remember, a quick solution, this is not our territory, we will withdraw when we are done~"

"Don't worry, Brother Yang, I'll take the lead in a while, I have to chop that king eight lambs into stuffing!"

Fat Dun'er couldn't wait to show off his new weapon, and threw off his arms and rushed in.

The back door was wide open and unguarded.

It's like the neighbor's house is open in the middle of the night, the husband is not there, and only the wife in pajamas is at home alone.

No one needs to say it, everything is in plain sight, and if you don't go in, you're sorry for this God-given opportunity.

Fat Dun'er took the lead, and was about to pass through the corner, and a person came out head-on, and the two bumped into each other, and then the importance of tonnage was reflected.

The man flipped to the ground, and the fat dun shook a few farts without any problems.

The two of them looked at each other, as if to say hello:

"Hello~"

"Who are you?"

They are here to take revenge, not to smash the field, and they can't see who smashes whom.

Li Yaoyang scolded loudly:

"Shut up, we're looking for someone, it's okay with you, do you hear?"

In the next second, a familiar face flashed out, and Li Yaoyang was startled:

"Mr. Moody?"

……

Ten minutes later, the office of the owner of the Morrow Hotel, the four groups were clearly divided.

The hotel owner and his assistant sat upright behind their desks, their foreheads covered in cold sweat and their eyes timid.

Ricardo Moody and several of his men sat in the middle of the sofa, their eyes swaying from side to side, with a faint smile, and a posture of watching a play.

And Li Yaoyang and his gang and the target of their trip sat across the coffee table, looking at each other's eyes with fire, if they could, the other party had died hundreds of times.

The office is not big, there are more than ten or twenty people in it, everyone does not speak, the atmosphere is extremely depressing, and those with poor psychological quality already feel difficult to breathe.

No one spoke, it was not a problem, so Ricardo spoke:

"Lee, I already know about it, but you don't have a loss after all, why don't you sell me face, and this matter is over?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he put Li Yaoyang thousands of miles away, and he didn't treat him as his own person at all.

Of course, Li Yaoyang is too, and no one feels guilty in this regard.

"Mr. Moody, you have a big face, I am willing to sell you, but I don't know if others are willing to sell you."

He said insincerely.

Ricardo nodded with satisfaction and looked at the other side with a smile:

"James, what do you say?"

James Bock, who is five big and three thick, has a fierce face, tattoos all over his face, even on his face, the pattern is incomprehensible to ordinary people, and it looks very difficult to mess with anyway.

"Mr. Moody, this kid doesn't follow the rules and robs my territory, is that all?"

His voice was low, nasal, and sounded like he was speaking through a megaphone.

"And what do you want?" Ricardo asked rhetorically.

"Get out of the East River area and go back to his damn Chinatown, I think the job of washing clothes and selling medicine is more suitable for him."

As soon as he finished speaking, his men burst into laughter, although it was not a joke, and it was not funny.

Compared with his rudeness, Li Yaoyang felt that he was elegant like a doctor, and he spread his hands at Ricardo and did not speak, but the meaning was obvious:

"See? It's not that I don't give you face~"

Ricardo frowned, suppressed his temper and said:

"James, Lee is my friend, you and I have worked together, I don't want you to be too stiff and not good for anyone."

The threat in and out of the words can be heard even by the stray dogs in the back alley, how can James not hear it?

But he just doesn't want to regress, because it's in his interests, and if he reconciles unexplained, where will he make money in the future?

James Bock, a man who has a very good B number for himself.

No matter where you go to sell alcohol, you have to grab land with others, and it is inevitable that there will be a fight, and it will not be possible to kill people.

In comparison, this Chinese kid is better to bully, there are soft persimmons to pinch, who will pinch the steel bar?

"Mr. Moody, I don't have to worry about him, but his tavern must be closed."

Ricardo also lost his temper and sneered:

"I didn't see it, your temper is quite stubborn~"

"I'm just protecting my legitimate interests~"

"Legal? Haven't you woken up yet, if it is still legal to sell alcohol, it will not be your turn to earn this money in a few lifetimes~"

Ricardo almost asked him clearly: Which onion are you? How dare you play with me?

Li Yaoyang was a little impatient, if this couldn't be solved tonight, it would delay his work in the theater.

That's not going to work, you have to get things done after you take Sarah's money.

In order not to disappoint Sarah, he decided to take the initiative, and the living man just talked a lot.

He pretended to stretch, touched the back of his head, used his head as cover, and made a gesture to shoot.

The fat dun behind him immediately reacted, exchanged glances with the Mei brothers, and carefully put his hand into his pocket.

This time, the guy came out with a lot of things, not only a long gun, but also a short gun, isn't this used?